Chapter 2

***Dimple's POV***

I ran my fingers across the vase and over to the couch. For one thing, the family seemed to have some instinct when it came to class. The room was quite large and seemed to have more furniture than any other room I've been to the whole day.

It had been so long since I felt a tad of old-fashioned American designs. I turned over and landed on the chair, took a deep breath and tried to relax. God, I had no idea what I was doing here in the first place. I would have felt a little more secure if my mother, Gabriella Montez, didn't just smile at me and say "Dress your best. We're going out tonight"

Going where? I wish I asked. But my mother wasn't a fan of questions...or disappointments for that matter. Whatever she says goes. I wasn't a fan of answering questions either. I never liked being pinned against the wall because of something I said or did.

But sometimes I felt Gabriella was taking advantage of me because of that. I respected her- sometimes even terrified of her. She was just so controlling and always found a way to twist whatever I said to be what she wanted to hear. So I preferred staying quiet, even when my entire life was put up for it.

A few days ago, I came back from a four year stay in Paris. I never wanted to- never wanted to stay away but that was what she wanted. Even when I said no! But she always found a way of getting what she wanted form me. The night of the flight, I rushed to her room and my eyes were flashing bright rays of green, with slight hints of gold in between. She turned and stared at me oddly because of vibrating phone.

"What is it?" She turned her eyes away from my pocket and back at my face.

"Where're my things?"

She almost laughed at herself but then she just lifted the tip of her lip, "Things? Be more specific darling. You're giving me a headache"

"My things! MY CLOTHES, jewellery, bags, everything! Where are they?"

"Oh, those things" she said simply, walking right pass me and towards her dresser. Then she just tilted her head and started taking off her earrings.

"They're in the car"

"What?"

"Sorry. I put them there when I thought you were still going to PARIS. I could have put them back put-" both brows rose for a second, "Crossed my mind"

I stared at her and blinked slowly, unable to take my eyes off of her. Then I got back my balance and slowly turned my head away, "Which car exactly?"

"Black Audi"

Without saying another word, I turned away and rushed out the entrance doors. The car was already ready to go. I opened the bot but took a step back to see it was empty. My sudden confused expression turned sour and I began fuming. I could have sworn my hair turned darker.

Just then I was raised and could feel hands on my hands and feet. "Let me go!" That was all I was able to say before someone placed a drugged handkerchief on my mouth and nose and threw me into the boot before closing it shut.

Then the engine started and I began screaming. It wasn't as loud as before because my sight was suddenly blurry and it seemed impossible keeping them open. No one came. My phone started vibrating and it took all my effort to take a look at it. I answered the phone call and words burst in my ear.

"Dee, whatever you do don't get close to that-"

"Too late" Then I closed my eyes. When I finally woke up, I was already on the nearest plane to France. And there was no way of getting out.

When I finally had the chance to talk to Gabriella, she just said it was for my own good. In order for me not to run away, she had guards watching my every move. Of course I escaped at some point. But she already gave my picture to any airport in that country, making it impossible to leave. Of course she did the same trick for my cousins but they had more of a chance of leaving than I did.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. God, I didn't want to be here! I needed to be home, moaning the death of the dearest people in my life. Then everything got worse when I heard my name. And like an obedient little dog, I silently walked to the next room- screaming...on the inside of course.