Marigold stood by her window, watching Beau's car fade in the distance and the black gate door close, slamming shut. She thought, 'I have to move, and I have to move fast if I want to get out of here, but how can I make it through the gate without being detected?" She rubbed her chin with her hand and thought, 'If I can stay low and quiet enough, maybe I can stay hidden outside from any security… The only thing that's really lit up is the gate itself, not the entire wall. I can stay hidden in the shadows by the gate and wait until they open the gate for Beau, when his car pulls in I'll have to hurry and stay low but I'm sure I can sneak by without detection. Now the security person's station is on the left side of the gate, so I'll have to stay on the right side of the gate and make sure I stay on the right side of the car so I don't get seen… Alright… I need to get changed.' She looked through her clothing, pulling out a solid black pair of high waisted jeans, black tank top, and a black jean jacket. She looked at her clothing, saying, "At least some of this clothing he bought me is useful." She quickly changed into the clothing, throwing her dress across the room. She slowly walked up to the door, pressing her ear against it, and thinking, 'Carls might still be here, so I have to make sure nobody's out there.' She listened and heard silence.
EEEEEEEEER EEEEEEEK
The door squeaked as she slowly cracked it open, peeking her head out to make sure the coast was clear. She saw nobody outside her door and thought, 'Now's my chance I can't cower down… I have to do this.' She opened the door fully and ran out of the room.
Huff, huff, huff
She tried catching her breath as she ran down the hallway. She stood at the top of the stairs to the entrance room of the house, looking over the second story balcony, making sure nobody was there. She saw the coast was clear and stumbled down the steps.
Tap, tap, tap, huff, huff, huff
Marigold ran to the front door, breathing heavily, barely able to catch her breath. She opened the front door, seeing the outside, not seeing Trad standing next to the door. She sighed, thinking, 'Freedoom, I'm free.' She ran out the door trying to make it off the porch, but before she could get far
RIIIIIIIIIIIP
Marigold felt a tight grip on the collar of her jean jacket that yanked her back to the ground on her back. She looked up, seeing Trad towering over her with a sly grin on his face. "Where do you think you're going," he said. Her face turned red, and he said, "Don't you know it's not safe for pretty women to be out this late. There are a lot of men out here who would try to hurt a beautiful woman like yourself, and what a pity it would be if something happened to you." She stuttered, "L-Leave m-me alone. J-Just let m-me go o-out of here…" Trad chuckled, saying, "Leave you alone? Why would I do that? I am your security guard. It's my job to protect you at all costs no matter what. Yes Marigold, you should get very familiar with me, I'm going to be around you a lot." He grabbed Marigold up off the ground by her arm, and she broke out of his grip. She tried to run, but before she could take another step, he grabbed her again, saying, "Oh, you thought getting away from me would be that easy." Marigold yelled, "Get away from me. You're hurting me." He pulled her close to his face and said, "Good, someone needs to put you in your place." She bit his hand as hard as she could, and he let go of her. He looked down at his hand, seeing blood forming in the deep teeth mark she left. He held his hand, yelling from the pain, and she ran as he chased after her.
She ran, trying to make her way to the gate when
BOOM
Trad tackled her to the ground. "Get off of me," she yelled. He stood up and grabbed her off the ground by her upper arm. She yelped in pain from his grip, and he said, "You want to play games? I like playing games, especially with unruly women who look as beautiful as you." He dragged her back to the house as she yelled, "Get off of me," and tried breaking out of his grip. He stood her in front of the front door to the house and said, "Pretty women need to be inside at this hour." He opened the door and threw her inside as she stumbled down the platform steps onto the marble flooring. He slammed the door behind him and leaped down the steps, standing in front of Marigold. Marigold backed away from him, and he said, "You see, this is why you need to stay here inside the safety of your own house. If you're this scared of your own security guard, then you wouldn't stand a chance with a real villain, would you?" She backed away from him, saying, "You're a creep, a real creep." He stepped towards her, saying, "I'm not a creep, I'm just concerned for you, my precious pet." He grabbed her face, saying, "I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you is all." She slapped his hand down from her face and shouted, "Don't touch me." He rubbed his hand while smirking, saying, "You know Marigold, every time I touch your face, I realize how lucky Beau is to have you." She asked, "What are you…" and grabbed her hair saying, "To be able to feel your soft skin, to touch your beautiful hair, to be able to kiss your perfect lips whenever he pleases, he is a lucky man." She pushed him away, shouting, "Don't you touch me. Don't you ever touch me again." He chuckled, said, "What if I do this," and grabbed her, holding her closely to him while she beat on his chest and tried pushing him away. "Let go of me," she screamed. He said, "What's the matter? Don't you like being held by a real man?" She said, "Funny, I don't see a real man anywhere around here." He grabbed her by her upper arms, looked in her eyes, and said, "Don't play games with me, I know you to be with me just as bad as I want to be with you, don't deny it. You've had eyes for me ever since you saw me. Admit it." She said, "You're crazy," and he said, "There's no one here, Marigold. It's okay to just say it. We are here all alone." She screamed, "You're a delusional, sick man, and I hate you, you…" He pressed his lips up to her's, interrupting her mid sentence and she pushed him away, smacking him across the face while screaming, "You're disgusting! I don't want to be with you. That delusional thought has never crossed my mind! You're pathetic and nothing more than a little boy. Don't you ever touch me again, don't even look at me, you creep." He grabbed her tightly, kissing her again as she clawed his face, trying to get away from him. Red scratch marks formed on his cheeks, puffing up his skin, and he stopped kissing her. He said, "You think some scratches will stop me, they won't. Did you forget we are the only ones here?" She yelled, "You think you'll get away with this, you won't! I'll tell Beau, and I'll press charges!" He threw her to the ground laughing at her and saying, "You'll tell Beau, and what will Beau do? Last time I checked, you said you hated him. You think he'll help you, Marigold? No, you're just as much property to him as you are to me." She kicked him in the groin, and he collapsed in pain as she stood up and tried running up the stairs. He pulled her leg, tripping her down to the marble floor on her stomach. He stood to his feet, standing over her, and said, "Now you've made me mad, and I have to put you in your place." She said, "Get away from me," and he slapped her across the face. He began punching her in her face, arms, and chest shouting, "You want to fight, we can fight! I love to fight." She screamed as he continued wailing on her, causing bruising in her body and face. He kicked her in the face, giving her a bloody lip, grabbed her by the hair, and said, "If you ever kick me again, it'll be worse for you." She spit her bloody spit in his face, and he smirked, saying, "You just won't stop, will you." He pulled her by the hair, dragging her across the floor while she screamed from pain to a gray closet door. He opened the door, seeing nothing but a small empty dark space, said, "Maybe you need to take a break," and threw her inside the closet, locking her inside while he stood outside the closet door. She cried, "Let me out," and he mocked, "Let me out, Marigold, you must realize you mean nothing. You are nothing to everyone. I'll do what I want to you, and nothing will happen to me. Why? Because you aren't worth anything to anyone. If you want to attack me, you better know that I'll attack back harder, and there's nothing you can do about it." She beat on the door until she couldn't beat on it anymore. She sat balled up on the floor, crying into the ground. She thought, 'How could things have gotten this bad so quickly…'
The seconds turned into minutes, and then the minutes turned into an hour. Trad continued to lean up against the closet door, enjoying every minute of Marigold's misery until
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRREEEEEKKKK
The front door opened, and Carls walked inside, shutting the door behind him. "What are you doing back here, old man? Your shift is over," Trad said. Carls said, "Not that I have to answer to the likes of you, but I just came back to grab my house key." Trad chuckled, saying, "Leave it up to a senile old man to forget important things. You should just retire now, old man, while you still have dignity left." Carls stood in front of Trad, glared at him, and said, "At least I actually do my job. Why Master Nathaniel hasn't fired you yet is beyond me. You're lazy, selfish, and act rather foolish. Look at you, your job is to make Miss Marigold comfortable and take care of her and all you've done is cause her grief and now you're just holding up the wall standing there doing nothing to help her." Trad said, "Watch it, I'll have you know I helped her out today. She needed to be put in her place, and I did what I needed to do." Carls said, "What are you…" "UUUUUUUUH AHHHHHH UUUUUUH UNNNNN," Marigold cries, interrupt Carls mid-sentence Carls said, "Where's Miss Marigold?" Trad chuckled, saying, "I had to teach her a lesson for running away, so I did what I had to do and locked her in there… At least she's safe and sound." Carls growled, "Open the door now, Trad!" Trad said, "Why should I? She needs to learn not to run." Carls shouted, "Open the door now, or I'm going to call the police and have you arrested!" Trad rolled his eyes while muttering to himself and opened the closet door. Carls rushed to the doorway of the closet and saw Marigold sitting on the floor with a face full of bruises and a bloody lip. Carls gasped, shouted, "What happened," and rushed over to Marigold, helping her up and walking her out of the closet. Trad said, "She's alright," and Carls said, "You better be far away after I'm done." Carls escorted Marigold back to the guest bedroom while she silently cried and covered her face.
He placed her on a chair in the room, made her some tea, and dressed her wounds while asking, "What happened?" Marigold continued to stay silent, quietly crying while using one hand to cover her face. Carls sighed, saying, "Miss Marigold, you did not deserve this. Please tell me what happened." Trad walked into the room laughing while saying, "She's a stupid woman who got what she deserved. Maybe next time, she'll do what she's supposed to do instead of defying my orders." Carls balled up his fists, walked over to Trad, and punched him in the face, leaving a bright red bruise on his face and knocking him (Trad) to the ground. Carls said, "I don't know what you did and I don't care why you did it but you better believe not only will I have your job but you better get out of here now, because if I see you here again you're gonna get much worse than just a simple punch across the face." Trad stood up, grabbing his cheek and shouting, "You're gonna pay for this old man, I will have your job! Have fun in retirement, you senile fool, and Marigold, we'll have some more fun later." Trad winked at Marigold while leaving the room, storming out the house. Marigold dropped her tea and bawled her eyes out into the palms of her hands. Carls looked at Marigold with a soft frown on his face and mumbled, "I'm calling Master Beau."