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A tear drop falls from my eye – staining the papers that I hesitate to sign. My fingers gently grasp the pen , but I have the inability to make the pen move. My head knows that if I sign this , I will give away everything I have worked hard for ; that my freedom will be snatched away from me , making me a puppet on a string. My dreams that I longed to achieve will become deserted lands , the finish line to achieving them will disintegrate before I could even start my journey to make them come true.

My heart however , my heart knows that there is no other way. My heart longs for my family to become whole again , it longs to see mum walking around the kitchen again – fixing us up some sandwiches. The need to see my dad happy , to have him finally love me back after all these years – my heart caves in. I close my eyes , taking a deep breath – my heart wins over my head again.

For the thousandth time this year , I put others needs above my own ; I trash my dreams , goals and my future for others. My eyes slowly open , they are moist with unsaid emotions – letting out a breath , I let my hand control the pen. I feel it glide along the paper , curving my signature in the empty spaces that require my approval and my consent. At the last signature, my hand immediately stops after filling in the space. Almost instantly , I feel my heart and dreams being confined in a steel cage. I inwardly hyperventilate , but to others in the room I look composed.

There…..

I just signed my future and life away – I just single handedly killed the once bright future I once had. I killed the dream of my little self when I was younger – I killed the dream of my high school self. I killed myself – now I am no longer my own. My future will be decided for me – but…. It will be worth it if she is to get better again.

I loved my mum more than anything in this world – and I would do anything to make sure she gets better again , hence why I am here.

My name is Grace white – a twenty year old girl who was at the top of her college. However , I guess know I will have to introduce myself as Grace white ; the girl who sold herself. This was not what I wanted in life ; like any other student I was awaiting the day I graduate so that I will eventually get a job and support myself. However , things never play out the way you want it to.

Oh…and did I mention that I was a werewolf.

No I am not crazy – my parents were both werewolves , and after their mating I was born. Though , I have never liked the idea of being a werewolf I never really had a choice in the matter. Being a werewolf does have come advantages to it for instance I can smell the coffee shop that is miles away , I can hear the conversation happening on the level below me. I can also tell that the handsome man in front of me in a respected or a werewolf of a high stature – he however , can not tell that I am one of his kind because of my weakness.

Due to my low level weakness , my injured inner wolf and my average beauty he can not sense me as another werewolf. I am glad for this , it makes everything so much easier. I ignore the other werewolves and they think I am human – every thing is perfect.

The important papers are taken from me by a handsome tall man. I have come to know that his name is Jacob. I heard him turn the pages , making sure I had signed in the correct places as well as signing as a witness for me. I looked out the big windows at the side of the room. On the opposite side of the windows are the right description of what I had been masking on the inside of me. The day is dark and gloomy , with rain heavy pouring down. It's heavy droplets sitting against the glass windows , rinsing it off any dust or dirt – if there were dust or dirt , this place is surprisingly clean. Just like the way the rain washes away the window residues , the ink from the pen I still hold washes away my future. I feel the sound of the heavy rain become sync with the thumping of my saddened heart. My tears threaten to fall , it threatens to fall from my eyes – however , I just stare out the window holding on to the thought of mother feeling well again.

I hear Jacob clear his throat – obviously trying to get my attention away from the outside and back at him. I slowly turn my head to him , his eyes soften at me – I can tell he sees a sadness and dead expression. He offers me a gentle smile , to which I offer a small smile back – his smile offers some warmth to my now dead insides. We just stay silent for a while , he can tell that I need to process my actions.

When I had first came here today , I honestly thought he would be some scary guy who duck tapes my mouth or handcuffs me – but he really proved me wrong with his his sophisticated nature. He was professional , sweet and had very pleasant manners for a man in such business. His professional gentle nature helped sooth the roaring sea of nervousness and fear that was inside of me.

" Just remember Grace , you can back out any time you want…except on the day that the auction happens…" he says in a professional manner , noticing the dismay I feel after signing the papers. I nod my head to tell him that I understand – I do not know what to say , so head movements is all I can do.

Jacob owns an auction house. His business is very well known in new Orleans , as many people gather every weekends to be apart of his auctions. On normal weekends , ornaments and rare relics are sold and auctioned. However , Jacob takes part in the black market as he auctions away women , drugs and weapons.

"Honestly…this has been the first time that someone has willingly come to me…" he says , trying to figure out why. I kind of figured this out – no one in their right mind will want to sell themselves willingly , so I guess I am crazy after all.

" I have been told…" I say softly.

"Just… just make sure the money is sent to Dr . Peterson…" I put my hand in my jacket pocket pulling out a sealed envelope with the name Dr. Peterson written on it with my hand writing. I look over to Jacob to see that his eyes have latched onto the the letter – the wheels in his brains are turning.

"Make sure that Dr. Peterson gets this…The money is for my mom's surgery – I…I trust you will hand the money and this letter to the doctor" I instruct Jacob , whose face relaxes after I told him what the money is for.

" Please…make sure the surgery is done…" I plead with him.

He nods his head in agreement , knowing that this is the only reason why I would give away fom dreams. I know he will do what I say , as there is a something in his eyes that comforts me – I guess I see the truth in his eyes, however I could be wrong but I hope I am not.

With that , I watch him walk up from his chair ; I do the same. He puts out his hand out to me , which I do the same. We shake each other's hand , finalizing the deals. I know he wants to say ' pleasure doing business with you' however he cannot in this circumstance. I guess he holds himself back from saying it.

When we pull our hands away from each other , I turn to gather my things. We walk out of his office , and head to the entrance of the building. Before I could exit the building, he stops me.

"You will receive a message during today…please read it , and understand it…" he says to me in an important tone. I gulp but nod my head assuring him that I will follow his instructions. He nods his head , and tells me bye before disappearing around the passage corner. I turn around to see the rain pouring heavily. I sigh to myself , knowing I will be going home drenched to the bone.