Kotori leaned her head from the corner and watched Kyosuke searching for her desperately in the dark alley. It was pitiful, the strong current of the wind blew the paper out of her hand, and it flew in front of him. A few inches away from his feet.
She acted quickly and rushed to pick up the adoption forms, but her actions were delayed by the fall tripping over her hand shoes. Her knees had awful scratches and were bleeding, " Mr. Nakamaru, don't read that!
He reached his hand down and picked up the paper, his eyes widened and looked at the woman standing in front of him, and her stomach was bigger than it was a few months ago. She was still in the hospital gown and seemed frightened. It was difficult for him to find the right words to form out of his, the thought of seeing her again was like a distance dream that he blindly chased.
That question caused the hair on her arms to stand up. She hurriedly snatched the paper out of his hand and ran in the opposite direction. She was stopped by eleven but that did not prevent her from pushing them out of her way. She needed to get away and bumped into a handsome fellow in the street then turned back and saw the security guards coming after her." Sir, there are people coming after me! Can you please help me out of this bid, and I promise that I would pay you anything, just name the price!" she asked, desperately.
" So, this is the young woman my brother is obsessed with? What's so special about her?" He looked at the woman in from of him begging for her and took her hand then the two of them climbed into the taxi he waved down. He smirked slightly, knowing that his brother and the guards were watching him.
After a few minutes.
"Young Master, I am sorry to inform that lady Kotori is in Jun possession. Should I tell the guards to go after them?" The secretary lowered his head and bowed respectfully waiting for an order.
" It's fine, I am sure that my little brother will behave." Kyosuke answered, while carrying the black hat in his hand that fell from her head as she ran away. He notices a crowd of people that recognized her appearance and took pictures of the taxi.
:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:--:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-: :-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-
Kotori looked at the back window and sighed in relief. She positioned herself in the seat and buckled the seatbelt. She stared at the paper intensely with her signature and forged the father's name to prevent any complication during the process. There was small flutter of the baby moving, her heart sunk down. It was a wonderful feeling but at the same time made her disgusted." Sir, I don't have the money yet but I will pay you in full payment after I find an employer that will hire me."
He put his hand on her thigh and gave it a tight squeeze. "How about a different form of payment that's quicker than that." He whispered in her ear then her expression completely changed and blankly stared at the rearview mirror as he kissed her neck. She had no right to reject him and could feel his hand reaching further up underneath her gown. She softly let loud a soft moan; the man handed the driver a piece of paper of the address to the destination which was a few blocks away.
He licked the wet juices on his fingers and found her expression interesting. He pulled her hair back and stuck his tongue into her mouth.
The vehicle came to a complete stop, the driver peeked through the rearview mirror.
" What do you think you're doing?" The man spoke, and his voice startled the driver.
" Oh, I'm sorry! I-I meant to tell you that we arrived at your destination." The driver stuttered.
The man handed the driver a thousand-dollar tip. Her eyes widened at the mansion in front of her but for some reason it felt very familiar. She just couldn't put her finger on it.
" Shall we continue inside?" He asked.
The servants lowered their heads and opened the door. She remembered the time when she met Kyosuke parents and thought there is no possible way that the two are related. It's just coincidence that the homes are similar.
He pulled the folded sheet out of his hand and read it, the document from that hospital that he snatched when the two of them were fooling around in the car. He wanted to know the secret between this woman and her older brother even if it means taking extreme measure but to his surprised this peasant woman was carrying his niece or nephew. He didn't really care about the situation that much, but he loves stirring up drama and directing the attention away from him and his affairs.
She realized the adoption papers weren't on her and looked around and panic when she saw it in the man handing it to an older woman. She could never forget Kyosuke's mother face, Sakura Nakamaru.
Coffee colored hair and the curls brought out her natural beauty. She wore expensive jewelry and dressed elegantly, even the strand of her hair is worth five hundred grand.
" Oh, take her downstairs to the basement right this instant!." The older woman raised her voice, angrily and demanded of the servants. They grabbed Kotori by the hands and pulled her away, but she tried to fight her way out.
" Please allow me to explain myself! Do not do this, I promise I will not tell a living soul that it's Kyosuke's baby. You tricked me, you bastard! How could you do that to me?" She screamed, the servant dragged and tossed her in the basement like a dirty rag.
Her back hit the wall. She ran up the stairs and hit on the door multiple times calling for help. It became hopeless after several hours. The door was locked, it didn't matter how many times she shook the doorknob the screws would not budge.
She lay on the hard concrete floor and started out the small square window. The lightbulb busted and it was completely dark. She wept thinking about the unfortunate turns of events in her life and curled up in a ball. It wasn't anyone in this world that she can trust.
After several hours.
There was a chair in the basement and the old woman sat there waiting for Kotori to wake from her nap. The door was wide open at the top of the stairs.
Kotori slowly opened her eyes, the light hit her face. She jumped up and ran towards the steps then her body fell backwards on the ground. The chairs strapped on her hands pulled her back and bruised her wrist, they were hard and heavy. She saw the woman in the chair in front of her and was terrified.
"Kotori Haru, you seem like a sweet girl. I read your chart and in three months, you will turn 19 and you will be near your due date. I surely pity a hard-working girl like you, as you see my son are quite rebellious and I am sorry that you got caught up in this mess. You will work here as a servant until the day you are in labor, we will provide food for you. We would not want to starve our soon-to-be grandchild. You will receive monthly expenses and will be paid minimum wage. We are hoping for a boy, but Amelia has given us a daughter and having trouble conceiving again. If it's an heir, we will adopt him, he will have food every day and nice clothes. You will never need to worry about how he is being treated, I will send videos once every three years of his growth. You don't need to worry about the process of the adoption, Kyosuke will never know that you gave birth to this child. Amelia acting like she's pregnant and that would be the legal parent. The two of them will live happily, once everything is over, you can attend college and live as a normal person, okay? The woman crossed one leg over the other and displayed a contract with a pen then placed it on the floor. Kotori scribbled her name and performed a signature to the best of her capability. The thought of freedom from this hell in four months brought her some sort of happiness." Also, avoid my boys if you don't want to suffer any repercussions."
She nodded.
" Have your parents never taught you any manners? When an adult asked a question, you answer."
" Yes, ma'am," Kotori answered and stared at the floor.