I knew my mother didn't want me but, sell me? This came a long way, she doesn't even deserve to be called "Mom." How could she have done that? Sell me, as if it were... A thing. She sold me to a stranger and she doesn't even feel any remorse.

-What? -I wonder, confused- How could you?

-Well, easy, he paid me a good amount for you, plus you're a nuisance.

-You're a cynic, you're completely sick.

-Yes, of course, whatever you say, Grace. Now, you have to go.

I can't help it and I start to cry, I just wish I wasn't born. The man approaches me and takes me by the shoulder, I do it to the side and I look at him with a bad face.

-I'm not going with you!-I shout.

-You have nowhere else to go. Take it easy.

-No, don't touch me.

-Take it now. -My mother says,- so long, Grace. Enjoy.

-I hate you! -I scream at her.

-Hate me all you want, I'm not interested.

-Enough, Elena. -Stop the man-come on, Grace.

I don't object to him anymore, he's right. Where else can I go? Besides, I don't want to see my mother anymore, I hate her, I don't understand why I keep calling her that, she doesn't deserve it.

I don't know if I should be afraid of him. Who knows what I can do, I prefer to be killed immediately.

-Don't worry, I won't hurt you.

-I'm serious -I don't answer. -Come on, Grace, tell me something.

I turn my head.-What do you want me to tell you? You're a stranger who bought me to prostitute me, probably.

-Well, you take accounts of me very fast. I would never do that to you, my name is James Hiddleston, now I'm not a stranger.

I'm in my arms.

-I'm not interested.

-I won't hurt you, Grace, I'll take care of you like you're my daughter or something.

-No Thanks, I'd rather you kill me.

-I wouldn't kill you... Listen, I know we'll get along.

-I don't think so.

-I know how your mother treated you. I never would, trust me.

-Why should I?

-For many reasons.

I'm bowing an eyebrow.

-Oh, yes? Like what?

-Someday you'll know. You'll see that you'll slowly love me.

I'd rather not answer, I don't want to waste my time talking about this, I don't want to talk to anyone.

My life is a complete disgust, I would rather be dead, because at the end of all I'm alone, no one can help me. Oh, how I hate this!

James is no longer trying to talk to me, I think he understands that I don't want to speak and I'm glad. After a while, stop the car and look at me.

-Okay, we're here.

Turn to the window and see a huge house, is elegant and looks luxurious, has a large garden... It's perfect. It looks like a mansion in a private place. Oh, my God, will I live here?

-that... Is your house?

-Now it's yours too.

I'm gasped.

-How beautiful it is!

-I'm glad you like it.

When we get out of the car James takes my bags. He leads me to the door of his house and we enter. As I supposed, this house is luxurious inside and out. It's so strange how I went from living in misery with my mother to living in this wonderful house. Although I still don't trust James.

-Okay Grace, your room is upstairs, you want me to go with you?

-No, I can do it alone.

James nods.

I take my bags and climb to where my new room will be. There are about four rooms in the hallway. How can I know which one is mine? I wonder if there's more.

Suddenly I see a boy in a room. It draws my attention and I turn to him.

Measures approximately 1.90. He's thin and his hair is dark. I watch him for a moment and scrape. Maybe he can help.

-Hello-I say and he turns me to see, has a beautiful hazel eyes.

He watches me almost from head to toe. I wonder what he's thinking. I wonder who he is.

-Ah, you must be Grace. -He says, without much emotion in his voice.

I think I'm famous. Seat.

-Yes, it's me, and you are?

-Adam, my name is Adam Driver.

-Nice to meet you, Adam. Could you help me find my room?

-It's that door.

I turn aside and look at a white wooden door. I was so close to her. I'm glad my cheeks don't ruboricen.

-thanks...-I go to the room and turn back to see it again-Adam... are you something James?

He redirects his gaze to me.

-I'm his assistant.

-Assistant?

-Yes. James ' work is something... Dangerous.

Dangerous? I'm willing to listen.

-What does it do? -I ask quickly.

-I can't tell you that. -He approaches me.- Ask him.

He goes on one side of me, rubbing his shoulder with mine. I feel a strange connection. I hadn't even noticed that my legs are like two jellies.

His delicious perfume is still in the air. It's addictive, like a drug.