Mine!

My quivering teeth parted open and I dug into the palms that was covering my mouth. A muffled groan followed and the perpetrator yanked away from me.

"Derrick?"

"What the fuck, man?!" Derrick cried in a half-scream, "Since when did you become a dog?"

"What were you trying to do?"

He ignored me for a while and tended to his hurting hand. I made an effort to move away but he yanked me back with force.

"Where do you think you're going?" Derrick whispered into my ears, "We're not done yet."

"What do you want, Derrick? Why do you want to ruin my happiness?" "Just let me be happy with my husband, please." I pleaded.

"No!" Derrick snapped, his anger scaring me stiff, "I can't let you be happy, Mélie."

"You are mine!" He added with authority, "You have always been mine and you will forever be mine!"

"What are you saying, Derrick?"

"The only reason why I'm here, why I keep reminding you, Mélie, is because I'm obsessed with you!" He said, his anger suddenly replaced by what I sensed to be lunacy, "I'm obsessed with you, Mélie!"

"Derrick, how can you say that?" I asked in a state of perplexity, "I'm your brother's wife!"

"Fuck my brother!" Derrick yelled. I quivered, "He can't take what has always been mine. I'm simply taking back what belongs to me."

"I love you, Mélie!" He added, tracing his fingers on my face.

The fear I was feeling just moments ago immediately became replaced by intense anger and disgust. Yielding up strength from God-knows-where, I pushed Derrick back with such a force that his back slammed against the wall.

"How can you say that, Derrick?!" I cried, "How can you claim to love me after everything you did to me?!"

"Have you forgotten about the past?" I asked then paused to let out a dry chuckle, "Oh, I see."

"You only remember what you want to remember." "You only remember what you can use to blackmail me and ruin my happiness."

"And you know none of it is true. I hate you, Derrick. I HATE YOU!" I yelled in frustration.

Derrick moved back, taken aback by my words. A light chuckle escaped his lips and soon he was roaring with laughter while I stood in front of him, with a confused expression on my face, "You'll be mine again, Mélie."

"Mine or no one else's." He said and flung the door open, "Mine!"

I shook as the door banged shut. Derrick has gone completely insane! I thought in silence. The door opened again, "Damien?"

Oh no! Had Damien Jaeger overheard our conversation?

"Mélie, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Hmmm?"

"I thought I heard a noise from upstairs, then I remembered that you had come up to the bathroom." "Are you okay?"

'No!' I wanted to scream, 'Your brother keeps trying to destroy my life because…'

"I'm fine." I said instead, "Just feeling a little under the weather."

"Oh, alright!" Damien Jaeger exclaimed, "You wanna go get some rest?"

"Yes, I think that will help a bit."

"Mélie, do you need help?" Damien Jaeger asked when he noticed that I had barely moved.

"What?" I was asking when suddenly, I felt myself being lifted off the floor.

"It's okay. You don't have to walk." Damien Jaeger said, walking out of the bathroom with me in his arms.

Tears built up in my eyes and through blurred vision, images of the past started coming into sight.

Flashback:

The blonde stripper had gotten her catch for the night! He was a good-looking guy; young and around the same age as she was. But he had money and that was all that matters.

'Okay!' I said inwardly going through the regular routine. 'You take him to room 3, you make him drink the wine, he passes out and you make it look like you've done the business. The next day, he wakes up, nothing happens and you get your cash!'

That was supposed to be the plan. It always was. But that night, it failed and I woke up the next morning with a painful realisation, "Good morning, beautiful!" He whispered into my ear."

I jumped out of bed in fright, staring at the man lying in bed in horror, "Wh- what did you do to me?" I asked.

"You know exactly what I did!" He said and threw me a wink. He got down from the bed and scrambled through his clothes on the floor. A bundle of cash slipped out of his pants pocket and he picked it up and threw it at me, "There, that's a complete bundle of $100 notes."

I stood glued to the spot as I watched him dress up, layer after layer; in his vest, his shirt and pants, up to his sweater-vest before finally wearing his tailored tuxedo. When he was done, a vicious smirk creeped into his face, "Also...your wig has come off, brunette!"

I swiftly moved my hands to my head, feeling the familiar texture of my hair. A gasp escaped my lips. I heard him chuckle, "Just who are you?" He asked.

Unwilling to answer his question, I remained standing in silence, my eyes glued to the floor, "Well, You don't have to tell me."

"I will find out who you are." He added with a certainty which frightened me.

"No!" I immediately protested but his sardonic smirk told me that he had already made up his mind. The last thing I wanted was anyone in this club to know who I really was. It was better for them to be familiar with the blonde girl in red lingerie than Mélie. I despised such a life and didn't want any association to it with my real life because it would disappoint so many people- including grandma.

The slamming sound of the door took my eyes off the floor. The dirty blonde haired man was gone! I stared at the money on the floor with disgust, suddenly feeling cheap. Having no other choice, I reluctantly bent down to pick up the money.

I hope I'll never see that man again. I whispered inwardly. But as fate would have it, that man was Derrick Hudson.