AN: I always have a hard time describing clothes. The description of Sonny's uniform is straight from the buycostumes website. It was in the "sexy women's costumes" section haha.

Soo for this class I'm in, I'm supposed to be writing a story. Easy, right? Wrong. It's due tomorrow and I've been too focused on fanfic writing. Oops. At least I have my priorities in order.

"Thanks, Chad." I said quietly as he pulled out of the parking lot. I had asked him to stop at the hospital so that I could promise my mom, and the doctor, that I would have the money for my mother's surgery soon. When I asked the doctor if he was sure that two weeks would be enough, he assured me that it would be perfect. My mother was still sleeping, so I asked the blonde nurse to tell her that everything will work out. Chad, however, assumed that I owed money to an ex-boyfriend who was a doctor, and that was why I needed to stop there. Even when I denied and told him to butt out, he just smirked and laughed as if it was a joke.

I looked out the window of his shiny, silver convertible. I knew where he was taking me: California. The place that I had tried to block out of my memory. I couldn't help but wonder what he was going to have me do. Was he going to treat me like his maid, or his whore? Why me? He already ruined my life, why go and try to ruin my already shattered dignity? He could have easily gotten a stunning, gorgeous girl to do whatever he is going to force me to do. Why not her?

Either way, I was somewhat glad. No matter what I go through here, at least when it's all over, I'll get to see my mother alive and well.

Minutes later, we finally arrived at a big, grassy field. Empty, except for a gigantic jet black jet right in the middle of it. It was scary, really. Chad's infamous initials were printed in big, bold, blue letters on one side. And on the other, had a gigantic picture of his winking face.

"I should've known." I muttered to myself as soon as I got out of the car.

"What was that, Sonshine?" he slammed his car door shut, causing a boom.

It was obvious, his enjoyment at seeing me jump. I honestly hadn't thought he would hear me. "I-I just didn't know why I didn't expect you to have your own jet, as conceited as you are." I half-smiled, sort of pleased that I had been able to insult him. Even though, calling him conceited isn't much of an insult as it is the truth.

He came around to my side of the car, and gripped my wrist tightly. His nails unintentionally going through the fabric of my shirt and into my open cuts, causing me to wince in pain. He looked at me as if he was ready to kill me at any moment. "Let's get one thing straight, alright, bi - Sonshine? You have to do whatever I say. I own you. I'm your boss. And you better respect me, or the deal's off. Understand, Sonshine?" My stomach twisted after the second "Sonshine". Was he really about to call me a bitch? Even after we broke up, he had never called me anything of the sort. Although, I was completely expecting him to.

My physical pain was relieved as he let go of my wrist, just when my semi-confident smile was washed off of my face and replaced with hurt. He then stepped aside, and motioned for me to go inside of his jet. "Ladies first." he smirked, realizing how much he made me shake. He made sure to make it his mission to grip my behind as I climbed up the steps; laughing when I jumped yet again. These two weeks were going to be all too fun.

"So…you um, know how to drive this thing?" I said nervously, trying to rid the awkwardness I felt with small talk.

"Yup. Learned right after you left. It was kind of like a celebration gift to myself." he chuckled.

"Oh." I said, looking down. I didn't realize he hated me that much. I thought my heart was already so broken it couldn't hurt anymore, but I was wrong.

"By the way," he said as he started to press the buttons. "Don't speak anymore unless spoken to. Got it?"

That shouldn't have shocked me. I was going to play the part of his maid, but be a slave at the same time. So I nodded. "I'm sorry. Got it."

I tried not to look scared as we were taking off. I thought he would have remembered that I am extremely frightened of flying. Or maybe he did, which was why he picked that instead of driving.

He laughed at my attempt to hide my fear. "Please don't tell me you expect me to tell you everything's gonna be okay and to calm down." he laughed again.

"N-No, I didn't."

"Good. Because I'm not."

"Fine." I said, forgetting that was the trigger word to our old arguments. We weren't really arguing when we would annoy everyone with our fine's and good's. No, we were just flirting. Now, it wasn't flirting at all.

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good. Now shut up already, Sonshine."

I nodded, slightly hurt again. I seriously needed to stop that. I was going to get hurt multiple times with Chad. I couldn't let that happen anymore. I just had to throw the last bit of wishful thinking away. Chad hates me. I might as well get used to it.

I then closed my eyes and stroked my wrists as we were taking off, trying to rid my nerves and relax my sensitive area at the same time.

It was all too quiet for the first hour after we were in motion. But then, surprisingly, Chad's mouth opened and released sound.

"So tell me about your life in Wisconsin."

I didn't say anything for a few seconds. He looked over at me quickly with light eyebrows raised, silently saying, You better talk, Sonshine.

I quickly thought of how to word the description of my life. Hell, would be a pretty good one. Or maybe torture. But I couldn't tell Chad that. He'd love it all too much. So instead, I said, "Oh, well, um…it's okay, I guess."

"What about where you work? What's that like?" He asked. Why do you wanna know? I wanted to ask. But that would be "disrespecting" him or something. And I'm not in the mood to get yelled at.

"It's okay, too. You know. I get by."

"Your uncle owns the place, right?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

He chuckled. "Sonny, Sonny, funny little Sonny. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper. I know everything."

I smiled a little bit. "Right."

He decided not to talk anymore until we got to his house. I was a bit scared as I saw the jet getting close and closer to the ground. I repeated the same thing I had when we were taking off, helping me to calm down a bit.

When we got out of the jet, he squeezed my butt again, only rougher this time. He obviously loved how uncomfortable it made me feel. After all, my pain is his pleasure.

I felt the warm air surround me as soon as my feet were firmly on the ground. I wasn't in Wisconsin anymore. That was certain. I was back in Hollywood. More than anything, I wanted to just lie on the grass and remember all of the good times I had in this city with my old friends. But remembering would lead to crying, and crying would lead to a razor making contact with my wrist. And something tells me that wouldn't be a very good thing to do in Chad's presence.

I wanted to say something, but Chad hadn't said anything to me yet. Stupid rules. I can't believe I was actually playing along. He rolled his eyes yet again. "You may speak." he permitted.

I exhaled air as if I was holding my breath. "Thank you. Um, I just thought you should know, I'm a virgin. So don't expect anything…special, or experienced, from me."

This time, he laughed harder than he ever had that day. "Yeah, Sonny, sure you are." he wiped a tear from his eye. "I really am though."

"Just like you were when we were dating, right?"

I was, dare I say, flabbergasted at that. "I can't believe you still believe James over me!" I yelled at him.

"Hey!" he screamed back at me. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me ever again." his eyes narrowed at me. "And what are you talking about? What does James have to do with anything?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. It's just, nothing. I don't know why I said that."

He didn't bother pressing it, thankfully. "Whatever." was all he said as we walked into his gigantic mansion.

I gasped once we were inside. I couldn't do anything but feel as my body slammed against the door, and my hand was covering my fast-beating heart. I had expected Hollywood's richest, hottest bachelor to get his place re-decorated at least twice a month. Instead, the house was just the same as it was so many years ago. I was getting serious de ja vu.

This was where the stairs led up to the second floor. This was where Chad had taken me at his party three years ago. I was happy and laughing and having the time of my life as I went up these stairs for the last time. Completely unaware of the bomb that was about to hit me. The sun still shined onto the creamy white steps, as if lit up by God himself.

The foyer still resembled a hotel lobby. I peeked into the dining room to see that it still had the whole Aladdin vibe going on, with burgundy, Indian decoration and furniture surrounding the massive room. "Wow." I said to myself.

"Memories, huh?" Chad appeared directly behind me; fortunately, not squeezing my butt this time.

"Yeah." I said back.

We just stood there, staring at the room like neither of us had ever seen it before. I could swear I felt his eyes burn into the back of my head, but I just shrugged it off as wishful thinking. If he was even looking at me, which I doubt he was, then it was just because he was excited about getting to torture me for two weeks.

"You should get started." he broke our silence, starting to walk into a different room. I had no choice but to follow him. Unlike the rest of the house, the room we stopped in was one I hadn't recognized before. In it, was a mirrored wall, a stereo, a vanity table with lights on it, a rack of clothing, and a white carpet. Other than that, the gigantic room was pretty much empty, which made it seem even bigger. I swear, you could fit my apartment in there six times, and still have more room.

"Try this on." Chad ordered, holding up what must be my uniform. Just from the look of it, I could tell it was going to be way shorter on me than it needed to be, but I couldn't protest. It was a black, fitted bodice dress with circular skirt, white trim, apron and puff sleeves with matching black hair bow headband. It also had clear straps and satin bows, a pair of sheer arm bands, and a coordinating choker. Imagine your classic French maid uniform, only sluttier with a dark, mysterious twist. I held it up to me, unsure what to do with it. Did he want me to change in front of him or something?

Thankfully, he pointed torwards a room divider. I hadn't seen it, because it was white, just like the rest of the room. Once behind it, I started changing as quickly as I could; knowing Chad could see every outline of me. I was about to step out, but then froze when I realized something: my wrists. He would think I was disgusting when he saw them. Or worse, he would look worried, and I'd be under the false impression that he cares about me. I don't need to set myself up for disappointment any longer.

"Um, Chad, I don't think this fits." I lied. "Could I just wear something else? Something that maybe…covers my arms?"

"No." his voice boomed.

"Please?"

"No."

"Well, okay. I'm just gonna put on my regular clothes now…" I tried.

"Sonny, come out now."

"No." I folded my arms across my chest, knowing he could still see my shadow.

"Fine, then I'll just have to come in there." I heard him approaching. Closer. And closer. And closer. And closer. Until finally his hand was on the divider, ready to rip it away.

I could do nothing but put my hands behind my back and look down as Chad scanned my body.

"Wow. You look…amazing." he complimented. At that, I couldn't help but blush.

He looked at me suspiciously. "Why are you holding your hands behind your back?"

"Um, I don't know. They're kinda hurting so I thought that maybe if I put them in this position, they'd hurt less?" I lied unconvincingly. This surprised me. Ever since I came back to Wisconsin, I had become the expert liar.

"Have you been eating?" someone would ask back home.

"Of course I have!" Lie.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I love food." Bigger lie.

But always, people would believe me. Or at least they'd act like they did. Maybe they just didn't care.

"Take your hands from behind your back. It takes away from the effect." Chad ordered.

"Please, don't make me." I whispered.

"Do it."

I slowly brought them back to the front of my body, presenting the wounds covering my arms.

The merry color was drained from his face as his icey blue eyes were seemingly unable to tear away from the red streaks on my wrist. Some slightly faded, but most fresh. He said nothing for a few seconds, until he ran his fingers through his gorgeous blonde hair. "What the hell?"