A/N: I was playing Sims 2 Deluxe Edition (LOVE that game!) and this idea came out of nowhere and just HIT me! So I thought you guys might like it! This chapter will be kind of short, but the next one (updating today!) will be up soon! So sorry for the wait again!
I was waiting to get on the tramp steamer. Unfortunately it wouldn't be arriving for a couple days. I didn't want to wander off in case the tramp steamer came back early. They didn't have direct routes so it wouldn't surprise me if I went away for a bit and it came back while I was gone.
"Miss?" someone asked me. I turned around. "Oui?" I asked. "Forgive me, but do you know a Charlotte Hockley?" the man asked. "Who wants to ask?" I asked, my French accent coming off a bit harsh. He looked at me. "Lovejoy is the name," he said. I remember that name in the papers under the unidentified list. "Well, Mr. Lovejoy… I don't know of any—" "That's her!" someone shouted. I looked behind Lovejoy and saw the last person I ever wanted to see.
Cal.
I was far from the Moreau Estate so how the hell had he found me? And this quickly! It'd only been… what? A few months?
If Cal took me back, no one would ever know Charlotte Moreau was still alive… To Paris, I was still the biggest mystery in years.
"Charlotte?" Cal asked as he approached me. I knew he was going to bring me "home" and I knew he was currently acting. I knew what I was in for. I wasn't an idiot.
I was free.
Keyword: was free.
I looked into his eyes and behind the false happiness, I could see the look of pure disgust. Before I knew it, Cal said, "I want to apologize."
There was a crowd and he was about to make a show of this. He was a very wealthy man with a very known name.
"I don't want our marriage to end…" he said before kissing me full on the mouth. The look of shock on my face was quickly covered from everyone. He placed his hand on the back of my head and to everyone else it looked as though he were trying to deepen the kiss and just hold onto it there. I knew though it was so I didn't pull away and make a complete fool of the bastard.
"Please, come home," he said, faking need. I knew he was horrible at what he was showing off but the public around us was buying it. Before I could answer—and he knew it was going to be a rejection he said, "Oh thank you, Charlotte!" and kissed me again so I couldn't answer.
"Come, please," Lovejoy said, pulling Cal and me along.
I was practically shoved into the Stage Coach when out of the eye of the public. "How dare you think you can just run off willy-nilly on your own?" Cal shouted. Lovejoy slammed the door on my side—I gasped—and climbed in to the front where he began driving.
I edge far away from Cal as the Stage Coach would allow—which wasn't very far. He pulled me closer to him, so that I was on his lap. I knew it was because if he did so I wouldn't be getting very far no matter what.
I refused to look at him.
"You will look at me while I am speaking to you—" "Or what?" I snapped, finally turning to face him. He looked furious and suddenly the familiar sting rose on my skin and I knew, as soon as his hand made contact with my face, that there was a bright red hand mark forming.
"Now will you listen?" he snapped. "Why don't you beat me some more? I don't think I quite heard what you said," I retorted sarcastically. He pushed me down so that I was laying down on the seat. I knew what he was about to do, and I didn't like it because Lovejoy was right up front.
"Looks like this lesson needs a bit more… what's the word, Charlotte? A bit more demonstration to it shall we say?" he said. "Lovejoy… take the long way," he instructed.
I closed my eyes and willed for this to be over soon.
It wasn't.
…
I was sobbing as I slipped my dress back into place. I didn't feel any less exposed being fully dressed. Cal sat like nothing had happened. Nonchalant bastard. I was sobbing soundly and Cal just sat there, staring out the window, smirking.
He'd won again.
I had seriously thought I was free… but I was sorely mistaken.
I could feel his hands still greedily feeling every in of my body. I could feel him and it made me sick to my stomach.
"We're here," Lovejoy said from the front.
I looked at the house I'd grew up in… I didn't want to go back…
But what choice did I have?
Just when I built myself up… Cal tore me down again…
If anything… I was far from free…
And Cal knew it.
I knew it…
A/N: Okay, so I know I said It'd be short but it came out longer than I had intended but I will still post later on! :D Expect another chapter!