I'm so stupid. The kitchen was in the opposite direction of where I went. If I'd gone the other way not only would I have not bumped into Sebastian's children I would have been able to feed myself. Turns out the way I just turned was the family's bedrooms and this way was where all the fun and important rooms were. I inwardly groan. If only I'd just gone the other way. We headed into the car and drove off to the mall. This time I groan out loud ruining the silent atmosphere.

Sebastian raises his brow, his eyes dancing in amusement. "You don't like the mall," he asks. "I thought all girls liked the mall." I feel a little anger fill me at that statement. "I do like the mall it's just that the last time I've been here I wasn't exactly shopping. Also don't just group us girls together that's like saying all girls are slutty or all girls like boys when that is not the case." I can feel myself getting even more riled up. He laughs a big booming laugh and I blush realizing how silly I'm being. "We won't be here long," he says and I'm just about to open the door when Sebastian glares my way, making me freeze. "Don't. Move." He gets out and slams his door shut before, coming to my side opening my door with a soft look on his face.

Even though my driver at my old house opened doors for me, when Sebastian opened the door for me I inwardly swooned. Wow you fall fast. I blush that thought and get out the car with my hand in Sebastians. "We'll get you couple of outfits and shoes and then I'll take you to a café so you can eat something, ok?" I nod humming my approval. "Words." "Yes, sir." I don't know why but, I just felt the need to address him by that. I can tell he liked that I called him sir from the way his eyes darken and the grip on my hand tightens. Hand and hand we walk into the mall. Overhead a song was playing and I begin to hum along.

Got a boy back home in Michigan

And it tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him

So I told him that I never really liked his friends

Now he's gone and he's calling me a bitch again

There's a guy that lives in a garden state

And he told me that we make it 'til we graduate

So I told him the music would be worth the wait

But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

I sway my body with the music and didn't even realize I stopped in the middle of the walkway. Sebastian chuckled and looked down at me with what looks like adoration. "You like the song babe?" I nod before catching myself. "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes sir." He smiles and his face looks stiff like he hasn't smiled before. "Do you know what the songs called?" I shake my head. "No." He chuckles and walks over to the shoe store. I feel myself stiffen as we walk towards the isle that I was humiliated in. Sebastian sits on the same chair Dylan sat in and swept his hand around the isle. "This is your shoe size get what you want." I don't even take a glance at the shoes. "What can I not get," I ask quietly. He raises a brow and frowns and by the way his face accommodates that frown I can tell he does it a lot.

"That spanking really must have put you in your place." I pout and cross my arms over my chest. "Aww baby don't make that face," he coos. "Grab as many pairs of shoes as you want and I'll tell you which ones you can and can't have." I nod and go to the left side of the isle looking in between the isles to see which ones I liked. By the time I got to the right side of the isle I had almost 10 boxes of shoes in my hands... and in the floor by Sebastian's feet. He looks at my shoes and back at me in amusement. "I see you aren't shy." I blush and hide behind my hands. He grabs my wrist and glares at me. "Don't hide your beautiful face." Beautiful? I hold back a laugh. Nothing about me is beautiful. You got that right. I turn my head and nod. His grip tightens and his line turns into a thin line. "I mean yes, sir." He nods in approval and sits back on the little stool pulling me in his lap. "Now let's see which ones are appropriate." One by one he opens the boxes and one by one he puts them into two piles.

"The pile on the left is the ones you can have and the ones on the right you can't have." I look at the right pile to see high heel boots, two pairs of stilettos, heeled sandals and 2 other heeled shoes. I sigh. No heels. "Why can't I have any heels," I whine. He looks at me and raises a brow. "Because, sweetie they're too grown." I sigh and don't bring up the fact that I'm almost 18 instead, I look at the pile on the left. A pair of black ballerina flats with black laces, timberland, uggs and a cute pair of gladiator shoes. "Is that all you want baby or do you want some more pair of shoes." I shake my head and rest my head on his shoulder. He sighs and grabs the 4 boxes of shoes leaving the 6 on the floor. I gasp. "Sebastian you left other shoes on the floor." He smiles and his grip on my thigh tightens. "First, it's Daddy sweetheart-" I stiffen. Did he just say Daddy? And why did Dylan and Jared say the same exact thing? "And Second I can do whatever I want there are workers here for a reason." He goes up to the counter and pays for my shoes. I don't bother looking at the price because, I know it'll be over 50 dollars and the guilt I feel know for even letting him buy me these shoes would get even worse.

We walk out the shoes store and keep walking in silence to the dress store. We walk in with me on Sebastian's hip and I gasp. There are dresses, and skirts- short and long- and beautiful shirts. There are no pants in sight but, I don't care. I begin to squirm in Sebastian's arms excitement. "Sebastian let me go." His grip tightens. "Sir, please let me go." His grip doesn't loosen. I take a deep breath and sigh. "Daddy, please let me go." He smiles. "Sure babygirl," he says as he sets me down. I squeal and run over to the first rack I see. O there's a nice one, I think as I grab a cute navy blue skater dress. Checking the size I smile it's a size S. I throw it over my arm only to have Sebastian grab it, inspect it and put it over his arm. I smile and go over to the next rack picking out two more dresses- a jean apron and jumper dress. After I grab three more dresses. The first two were white and was a pouf and empire dresses. When I gave Sebastian the empire dress I watched him carefully. He raised a brow at my staring and smiled and he put the dress with the others. I smile a wide bright smile and give him the third dress which is a long empires dress the top is a chocolate brown while the bottom is a lovely moss green. I toss it to Sebastian and realize I have a lot of dresses, so I go over to the skirt and shirt section. I get two peter pan collared shirts one green and one yellow. I then choose three more shirts- one an orange gypsy, one an auburn peplum and the last one an brown tunic. Not being able to resist I grabbed another shirt that was a purple draw string shirt. Then I went to the skirt section.

I love skirts even more than dresses. They're just awesome. I literally bounce as I look through the skirts immediately passing the jean and short skirts. I might be the only one who feels this way but, I hate jean skirts and I hate short skirts. I hate jean shorts because, they're just plain ugly and I hate short skirts because, it shows a lot of legs which I don't have and my butt makes every short skirt I wear look slutty. Maybe cause' you are, I mean why else would Dylan, Sebastian and Jared want you. I shake away the voice trying not let my happy mood falter but, it does. "Is something wrong angel?" I shake my head and look back at the skirts. Instead of seeing all the colorful fabrics all I saw was black and white. I look at the dresses on Sebastian's arms and again see black and white. I look around only to see the same thing. It feels as if all the color all the joy has been sucked away. "Rosaline." I look up to see a concerned Sebastian. "I've been calling your name for the past few minutes." I sigh and look down at my feet. "Sorry Sebastian," I say and I don't recognize my voice. Sebastian doesn't say anything about me addressing him by his name and instead grabs my hand leading me to the counter. "Have these sent to my house," he orders. After he rattles his number and address before picking me up and walking out the store. I tuck my head into his neck and close my eyes going into a sleep that I know is going to be filled with nightmares.