Today was a fun day besides trying to kill myself but the rest of the day was nice. Mason took me to a cliff and we ended up talking for a long time. We sat on the blanket laughing and joking around until the sun began to set.

"Do want to go to my home?" Mason asks after picking the blanket from the ground and placing it in the trunk.

"Sure," I answer with a small smile on my lips.

He helps me into the passenger seat and goes around to the Drivers. He gets in and starts the car and drive towards his house.

I turn on some music and sing to it. Mason glances at me from time to time with a smile on his face while he listens to me singing.

We eventually pull up to a black house that is very modern and sleek. The garage opens after Mason presses a button on the steering wheel. We drive through to an underground garage that has over 15 cars parked waiting to be used.

Mason gets out and comes around my side while I am gawking at all the different cars that are parked here.

Mason leads me to a black and gold elevator. As soon as he presses the button the elevator opens.

The elevator is all black with gold detailing. The floor is a black marble with swirls of gold. The ceiling is the same. Floor to ceiling black panels makes the walls of the elevator.

I was so into my gawking that I did not notice the elevator doors opened. "Earth to Brooke," Mason calls me out of looking around the elevator. I turn around and see him trying to contain his laughter.

"Stop it," I say stepping out of the elevator. He puts his arms in the air before sitting on the plush couch in front of us.

Red oak flooring spreads through the whole main floor. A black cloud couch sits in front of me with a big flat screen tv. A black checkered carpet lies underneath the couch and wooden coffee table.

On the other side of the room beside the black and gold stairs is a black kitchen. A black marble island with about 5 grey and gold bar stools line the island.

In between the kitchen and the living room is a large black and brown table with grey chairs around the table. I assume that is the dining room. It has a vase in the middle and abstract art pieces that are on the wall behind the 6 person table.

"Gawking at my house I see," Mason drawls from the couch. I shake my head to get out of my gawking of his really modern house. I sit down on the large couch. "I assume you like my humble abode?" he questions with playful eyes.

"Actually I would not choose to live in something so modern. I like the inside it is beautiful but I would rather have something more homely for people to enjoy when they pull into my driveway," I tell him leaning back into the very comfortable couch.

His eyebrow rises significantly. "Are you insulting my house?" he asks.

"Yes, no, maybe, so," I respond with a smirk.

"I will take that as a yes," he says before standing up and going to the fridge. "Anything to drink?" he asks.

"Water please," I say looking at his back muscles strainging against his suit jacket as he reaches for the cups in the cupboard.

After he is done getting the water I turn my eyes to the gold and black fireplace. This house really has a theme and I bet it continues to the other rooms in this house.

"Here you go," he says handing me the water. I say thank you and we stare at each other.

I break the comfortable silence after glancing around his home. "Do you live here alone?" I ask.

He takes a sip of his water before answering my question. "No, I live with Zach, Sam, Brian, and Will but they sometimes stay in my other house on the beach while I stay here or at my penthouse downtown."

"Wait how many houses do you have?" I question.

"Well I have three on the island, I have a penthouse in New York and a mansion, I have 5 houses in Italy, one in Greece, 3 in England, a lodge in Canada, a hut in Russia, several in Asia, and a house in L.A," he tells me and my eyes widen slightly. "How about you?" he asks.

I take a moment to think before answering. "I have only three houses that are mine on paper but my parents have house all over the world."

"Where are the house that you own?" he asks moving close to me on the sectional.

"I have a two bedroom beach house in L.A, a apartment in New York, and a 5 bedroom house in Rome," I say taking a sip of the cooling water.

By now he is sitting about an inch from me with his arm resting on the back of the couch and his body facing me.

"How many houses do you want," he asks me curiously.

"I do not want a lot but maybe a few all over," I answer angling my body towards his.

We stare at each other for a while in complete silence before Mason stands up and offers his hand.

I look at it quostinly and he sighs heavily before talking. "I am going to show you to a room for tonight," he says with his hand still out. I glance at the clock and it is almost 10 o'clock at night.

Wow, Where did the time go?

I smile up at him and place my hand in his. He leads me up the stairs. We pass several doors till we come to a door at the end of the hall.

"This is where you can stay. My room is right across from yours," he says opening the door.

I walk in and my mouth wants to drop open but my ego will not allow it even though I did it multiple times tonight.

Unlike the other parts of his house this room is brown, beige, and white. Totally different from downstairs.

I walk further into the room and look at the calming fire and see there is a tv right above it. I take a seat on the bench that is in front of the room and Mason leans against the door frame with his arms crossed and his right foot over his left.

"Do you like it?" he asks after I sit down and look at him.

"It's lovely and so different then the other parts of the house," I tell him. He walks over until he is in front of me. He looks around the room before placing his dark brown orbs on me.

"This room has never been used even though my sisters fought over this room," he tells me with emotion swirling in his eyes that I do not want to think about right now.

"Why did you not allow your sister to make this their room?" I ask looking around the room trying not to make eye contact.

"Because I was waiting for someone special to stay in this room," he answers leaning forwards and blocking me in with his arms.

I look at him and the same emotion is swirling in his dark brown orbs. My breathing stops as he twirls a strand of my hair around on his fingers. Electricity goes up my arm as he rubs his other hand on my wrist.

My underwear become very wet and you can smell my aurosal. I know he does with his smirk and darkening of his eyes.

"I would take you here and now but I do not think your ready for any type of relationship. Physically or Emotionally," he tells me.

My heart swells at his words. This means he does want a relationship of some kind but I need to heal. My last relationship.....was terrible and ruined me. I need time to heal before I jump off a cliff and into the abiss of a relationship.

"Thank you for caring about me and my emotions," I say before he can exit the room.

"Of course. If you need anything just knock on my door and I will be their," he tells me before exiting the room and leaving me all alone.

***

I hear the bang of the door down the hall. I jump at the sound and sit up. I pull my knees to my chest. I whimper at the sounds of shoes against the concrete. The door opens and bright white light comes into the concrete cell.

I blink through the light and a sob breaks past my lips at the man standing in front of the group at the door.

He smirks while the others smile evily at me. Execpt one a African American man who used to be my closest friend in this mafia.

My eyes travel back to the monster who I used to love. "Mi estrella," he greets and I push further into the curnor.

"No greeting," he says walking towards my curled up body. When he gets close he squats down to be eyelevel.

He reaches out and I flinch at the feeling of his fingers caressing my face. His face does not change as his fingers trail down my face to my naked chest. His fingers trail in between my breasts down my stomach until he gets to my clit.

His eyes darken to lust before he grabs my ankles and spreads my legs apart. A cry out but do not fight him as his fingers go to my clit. He rubs my clit before slipping a finger in.

I cry out and beg him to stop but he ignores me and puts two more fingers inside me. The next thing I know his belt and pants are undone and his erect cock is out. I sob and continue to beg but that just makes him push into me faster than he did the last several times he has done this.

He moans as I scream. He pounds into me as blood dribles down my legs. I cry and cry as he continues his merciless attack in my pussy.

He stops and I feel his dick swelling in me before he releases. My body is tired and exhausted. I wish I could die. This is not a life I want to continue to live. I want to be free and maybe death will be my only way out.

He pulls out and I cry out. Blood has pooled around my body and my tummy flips as he smirks at his friends.

"She is all yours boys," he tells them.

And that is when I start screaming as they come towards me with hungry eyes.

I sit up panting and sweaty. I feel the wetness on my cheeks and now that I was probably sobbing.

I breath in and try to stop my heavy breathing but it is no use. A sob comes out of my mouth. I look at the clock and see it is 3 in the morning.

I climb out and open the door to my room. I look at the door across from mine and quickly walk over and knock on the door.

I hear a come in and open the door. Mason is lying in bed but sits up at my messy appearance.

My eyes are probably blood shot and puffy because of my crying. My hair is wild and the shirt he gave me last night probably looks like I was rusiling with a group of cuddily pandas when I was actually dealing with a group of men who raped me.

A sob leaves my lips and I rush to him. I fall into him and cry. He rubs my head gently and says calming words. I cling to him like a koala. I cry for a while and he calms me down.

"I-I do-don't w-w-want to b-be a-alone," I cry.

"Okay," he says laying down and pulling me into his chest.

My eyes slowly shut as he continues rubbing my back while I lay on his chest. Darkness comes and I do not fight it.