Things get way better in this chapter…well not so good for Kallie seeing as how she really doesn't want to be there but hey she'll come around later on. Please review—flames are even welcome…but please don't….it's the holidays spread some cheer
"Hello Miss," the boy grabbed my hand to help me out of the car, "I hope you had a nice drive."
I pulled my hand away from his, I was pissed now, who was he to smirk at me and his tone was one of "I know something you don't know—na-na-nana-na-na!"
"Well then," he smirked again, "I guess I'll just take you to my father's office. He has some wonderful new to tell you."
I felt like slapping this guy across the face as he ushered through the door and down a hallway. He led me to the door at the end and opened it for me. There behind the desk was the guy who I guessed was his father. He was looking at some papers as he motioned for us to take our seats in front of his desk.
"So this is Callie," he looked up from his papers and took off his glasses, "it's lovely to meet you young lady. We only have a few weeks to get you ready, it was such a hassle to get the invitations changed at the last moment, but that's old news. You're here now so there's no problem anymore."
"What's not a problem anymore?" I asked and the man started smiling.
"Well my dear, the problem of finding a suitable fiancé' for Vincent in such a short amount of time. It was surely a sign that this was meant to be that your mother would give you up to cancel out her debt. You see, Vincent was arranged with another girl, a darker kind of girl—more his type, when a large estate proprietor—an even richer and a bit more influential man that me from France saw her while she was on vacation. Her parents, when he gave them an offer decided they didn't need my protection anymore and they decided to let her marry the man—I didn't find out until it was done with. Since I would not let Vincent have some other man's leftovers I was left with a dilemma. Without a wedding my family would be disgraced and I would have wasted a million dollars for nothing with there being no bride for Vincent. And I repeat I would not let my family be disgraced. Fortunately one of my wing men Mr. Nazigoti saw your picture at your mother's house while trying to collect her debt to us, he got your name and looked up your grades, statistics, and health info—then he called me. In five minutes he had the ok to make an arrangement with your mother. Then we rushed the court hearing and your mother signed you over in just one week. You only cost me a thousand dollars and an eight ball, way less then what I offered the other family. Simply put, you were the best investment I've ever made."
I couldn't believe this, this guy just expected me to marry his son--this guy messed with the court system. I wanted to slap him and crawl into the fetal position crying at the same time.
"H-H-How can you expect me to do this?" it was barely a whisper out of my mouth but he heard me.
"It's going to be fine," he got up from his desk and sat on the side of it in front of me—leaning over and picking up my chin, "you'll get used to it. You might find it that you like living here, and if not we have other houses you can try. As for marriage, think of it as dating but with a long life-span. You can do it."
He abruptly stood up and went back behind his desk to sit down again.
"That will be all you two," he went back to looking at his papers, "Vincent why don't you show Kallie her bedroom."
I let him lead me out of there and I literally felt like a zombie. Walking up the stone staircase to the upper level he suddenly turned on me.
"At least say something," he was looking me in the eye, "don't tell me he got me a mute."
"Shut up," I snapped feeling my hands clench into fists, "I hate you already, how am I supposed to marry you?"
"Darling," he showed his famous smirk again as he took hold of one of my clenched fists, "you hardly know me enough to hate me."
I went to rip my fist out of his but he clutched it tighter in his hand like this was a game of "Uncle" or "Mercy". He smiled again as he pulled me down the hall and through a doorway into what I guessed was his bedroom.
The walls were a cream white but the shelves on them were covered with books and CDs that were stacked on them in no real order. There was a poster of the bat symbol from Batman which I would have laughed at if he didn't have such a tight hold on my fist that tears were in my eyes. There was a king sized sleigh bed in the middle against a wall that was pushed against the far wall. The duvet was black and there were blood red pillows, remember when I told you he was kind of punk Goth, now I was leaning toward crazy Goth psycho.
"So what do you think?" he turned towards me.
"I think you should let my hand go, now!" my jaws were clenched as I tried not to scream from the pain.
"Oh, sorry, I meant about our room," he said letting go of my fist.
"It's butt ugly," I snapped—then my brain suddenly comprehended the term our room, "what do you mean 'our room'?"
"As in you take the left side of the bed and I sleep on the right." He smirked again and I felt like puking, "your stuff's in the closet. Mr. Nazigoti brought the suitcases you had packed at your mother's house over. You can unpack while I go run a bath for you."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked walking over to the closet and I started to unpack my clothes, "like your father said, I'm not your type. Why didn't you find some devil loving girl to be your wife? Why me?"
"Because you're something different," he started to walk out of the room and into the adjoining bathroom, "more of a challenge for me. My father after he was disappointed by my ex-fiancé' wanted me to have an upstanding honor student for my wife who could make me brownies instead of the Gothic angel of my dreams. No matter, I'm sure you'll do."
"So what," I screamed, pulling clothes out of my suitcase and throwing them on the bed so I could hang then without them being a tangle in my suitcase, "you're too pathetic to get a girl to like you, or is it that you're really not tough at all but just daddy's little boy?"
"Oh at least someone's a little feisty now," he was suddenly in front of me with his arms crossed, "go ahead and insult me some more, it makes me all hot and bothered. Too bad we have all those clothes on the bed taking up room."
"You pervert!" I tried to push past him but he was like a friggin' statue standing there sneering, "Get out of my way you bastard!"
He suddenly grabbed a hold of me and lifted me over his shoulder as I screamed. He walked me through the bathroom door and dropped me into the Jacuzzi tub with my clothes on none the less, turned the tap water off while pouring shower gel all over me, and splashing water everywhere.
"I think someone needs to learn how to clean up their attitude," he turned to leave as I struggled to stand up in the tub but it was deep and I kept slipping, "don't come out until you learn your lesson."
After he closed the door I got out of the tub sopping wet and locked the door. While struggling out of my clothes I heard him blast Truth by Seether—yeah I was a bit preppy but I did love this song. Sinking into the bubbles in the tub I thought about Vincent and what his father had said you only cost me a thousand dollars and an eight ball, way less then what I had offered the other family. Simply put, you were the best investment I've ever made". How could my mother do this? How could these people live this way? I'm a human being, dang it, they just can't buy and sell me…yet they did.
Hope you liked it…personally I think it's way better that the beginning…Please review if you have time…I'll type more 2marrow.
