14. Push and Pull

Push and Pull

GAbrIELLA

My entire world has been turned upside down. Not only did the judge agree to the terms the Walker’s laid out, but they demanded that I stay close to Parker’s side, even while at school. They used April’s murder as the reason but I have the feeling it’s got more to do with what Parker wants than any real fear over my safety.

Parker himself drove me from the courthouse to their home. He commanded the staff to collect my belongings from the trunk of his car and place them in the room right next to his. The very room that joins to his via a shared bathroom. The moment my things were dropped inside the room, he grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the car.

Not a single word spoken until we were within sight of the school. “You’re in all my classes, so you’ll stay right beside me the whole day. I’ve already had your things moved from your dorm to mine. I have a private one I share with the twins at the end of the hall. They’ll be shocked but they’ll get over it the moment they know what’s going on.” He hops out of the car before I can respond and then pulls this weird sliding move over the bonnet, landing beside my door. I’m so shocked it takes me a few seconds to speak.

“I don’t even know what’s going on.” I grouse as he practically drags me away from the car and through the school grounds. He’s still holding my hand as we rush down the hallway to Brightwood’s class. He pokes his head in the door, changes his grip on my hand so our fingers are linked before tugging me along behind him. He takes over the back two seats and pushes me into the furthest one from any other students.

“You can’t keep dragging me around. I’m not some lost puppy you have to command.” I hiss getting right into his face. Parker’s eyes go wide, focusing on something behind me near the door of the classroom. I start to turn but he grabs my face, keeping me facing him, so close it’d only take a single inch to reach those tantalising lips of his.

It takes longer than I’d like to admit to pull my thoughts away from daydreaming about kissing the asshole in front of me. The second his lips pull up into a smirk, I draw my hand back and clip him up the side of his head as hard as I can. “I’m not your toy. I’m not yours. I’m leaving.”

I don’t even get the chance to get to my feet. Something invisible wraps around my entire body, holding me frozen to the seat.

“You’re not going anywhere without me until we figure out who killed your Aunt and whether or not she was the only target.” He sighs, reaching for my trapped hand. “I don’t care if you hate me for this, so long as you’re safe. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

Is he fucking kidding me right now? Keeping me a prisoner for my own good… Talk about overbearing asshole with a thirst for power. No way am I letting him get away with this. I’m not his to toy with.