A/N: I don't have much to say except I hope you guys liked the last chap and like this one. Here you go
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters
Bella's POV 1:33pm EST 8/15/08
"Ah Bella!" My Dad says standing up walking over to me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Mike. Not because of his looks but just because of the mere fact that he was actually here. My Dad put his arm around me and attempted to move me but I wouldn't budge. He looked down at me and sighed gripping tighter and pulling harder making me lunge forward but catch myself amazingly before my face and the floor once again made contact. I walk over to Mike who stands and takes my hand and kisses it. I cringe under his touch and start to literally feel sick. I snatch my hand back and sit down. He chuckles and sits down next to me. I glare at my father and cross my legs. "How was your day Princess?"
"Okay…" I mumble looking at the floor. I hate it when he calls me that. It just goes back to the whole spoiled brat thing. "Madame Delphine wants to talk to you."
"About…" he picks up his glass and takes a swig of whisky.
"Me." I say scooting away from Mike. He smiled and pulled me closer in an attempt to be suave but I end up practically in his lap. I pinch his hand and he lets go automatically letting me escape to the other end of the couch. How I did all of this with out falling is beyond me. "I was drawing while she was talking about Confucius."
"Bella we've discussed this. You are to pay attention."
"I know dad but maybe if I actually had time to draw I might—"
"No."
"Dad—"
"Bella you are not going to that school. You are not going to any school. Okay?" I nod and look down at my hands. The school was said to have the best art teacher on the east coast…and I'll never be taught by him because of my stupid Father. "Now," He says sitting in his chair across from me and Mike, "We have some plans to discus."
"No we don't." I say crossing my arms in front of me. Is it just me or is he acting like this morning didn't even happen.
"What do you mean we don't?" Mike says turning to look at me. I shake my head and look at him over my shoulder.
"I'm sorry Mike…but I don't want to get married to you."
"Why not?!" He asked shooting out of his chair.
"No it's nothing against you! It's just, I want to be in love when I get married and I want to pick my own husband." I look over to my father who is fuming by now. "Not some one my father picked out for me." I stand up now and walk over to the front door pulling out my phone. "I'm late for my plans with Ang. I'll see you later Dad. Bye Mike I'm sorry for wasting your time."
"Close the door Bella." My father said in a very stern voice. "Now." I closed my eyes then the door. "Come here." He says crossing his arms. I turn around opening my eyes and walking back to my seat. "Sit down now." My Dad was never this serious with me. He was always happy go lucky fun guy with me. Now he was speaking to me as if I was one of his goons. I sat down never taking my eyes off of him. "You will listen to me Bella you understand?" I nod afraid to utter one word. "You are going to marry Mike. Maybe not because you want to. Maybe not because you love him. But because I'm telling you to you will marry him. Not until you're twenty but when you are twenty you will marry him."
"Dad please!" I was crying now. "I don't want to marry him! What about college?! What about what I want?!"
"None of that matters Bella! You have to think of more then just you!"
"But Dad—"
"Enough Bella! You will marry him or you'll be disowned!" Everything stops with those words. My breath catches in my throat and I feel like I might pass out. I can hear all the maids and butlers even the guards gasp. Several things shatter in the kitchen but I'm sure none of them are as stunned as me.
"Dis—dis—disowned?" out of the corner of my eye I can see a sinister smile cross Mikes lips. I feel like smacking it off his smug little face but I can't move. I could feel the tears start to run down my face faster now, but I was to out of it to go wipe them. Would my father really disown me because I didn't marry some one of his choice? The whole thing about losing the money and the clothes and the maids and the butlers wasn't even the problem. I could care less about that. The only thing I even care about was the fact that I could lose my father over this. If I was disowned he would never talk to me again. "Dad please—"
"Chose Bella." He said under his breath.
Chose…Between losing my father…or losing love I never had. I turn my head to look at Mike. He smiled an arrogant smile showing his teeth. I looked back at my Dad and shook my head. I cant lose my Dad I just cant. He was all I had left. If he disowned me I would have no where to go. I have no family out side of the Mafia. If my Dad disowned me I'd have no family or friends or anything.
But if I say yes…if I say yes I'll never be able to find the love of my life. If I say yes I wont be able to experience what all girls want. Love. There's no way in hell I could ever be in love with stupid Michael Angelo. But maybe, maybe if I can convince my Dad that I'm better off finding my own love he'll let me. I have four years to do it. It could work. But if it doesn't…I could already be in college! I sniff and wipe my eyes. "Okay…" I whisper standing up. My Dad pulls me into a tight hug kissing the top of my head.
"I knew you'd pick the right."
"But" I say pulling away looking up to him, "only if I can still go to college."
"Bella—"
"Dad you're already taking love out of my life don't take education too." If I have to guilt trip him into it then so be it.
He kisses my forehead and pulls me in again "Okay Bella. You can go to college." He lets go and Mike pulls me in to a hug. I reluctantly wrap my arms around his waist .
"Don't worry Bells," He says whispering in my ear, "We wont be married for that long." He said it so low for a second I thought I might have imagined it. I pull back and look at him. What did that mean? A cold chill went down my entire body. He smiles and kisses my cheek (EWWW!). "It's been a pleasure but my Father wanted me to help him out with some…" he looks at my dad then back at me, "business to take care of." I held my breath, I knew what that meant. My dad laughed and nodded walking Mike to the door. He turned back and smiled. "I'll see you later my bride." He says right before he walks out the door.
My dad turns back to me and opens his arms. I smile half heartedly and walk to him hugging him. "I'm sorry Princess but this is the way it has to be." I nod knowing it's a lie. My father could have just given the position to Mike without even bringing me into situation. But I'll let him think what he wants to.
"I know Dad." I pull away from him and walk to the doors. "I'll see you later I'm really late." Tony is next to me in a matter of seconds and we walk out the door to meet Angela.
"Don't be home too late Bella." I nod and wave.
2:30pmEST
"So what, he just told you 'you're marrying him end of story?'" Angela was just as mad as me though she didn't express it much because she's so shy. We were sitting at our table at our favorite Bistro. I just got finished telling her about the whole situation. I nod and take another bite of my sandwich. "What about what you want?" she says taking a sip of her coke.
"That's exactly what I asked him."
"What was his answer?"
"It doesn't matter." I shake my head and take a deep breath, "Then he told me either I say yes or I get…" I couldn't finish the sentence with out braking down.
"Get what Bella?"
I take another deep breath and run my hand through my hair. "Disowned Angela, either I said yes or I get disowned."
"Oh God Bella I'm so sorry." She stands up and gives me a hug. I hug her back and sit back down.
"It's okay," I lean in and whisper "I have a plan."
"What is it?"
"Okay I told my Dad yes but I have four years to convince him other wise."
"But what if that doesn't work?"
"That's the beauty of it Ang! I'll already be in college by the time I'm suppose to get married!"
"But Bella if he disowns you it won't matter where you go. You'll never see your father again."
"…I know…But I'll be safe Ang."
"That's true. I just can't believe he really got an arranged marriage that's really Medieval."
"Yeah it is."
"Bella," Tony taps me on the shoulder. I turn to look at him. "I have to get you out of here something happened."
"What happened?! Is Dad okay?!"
"I'll tell you when we get you home come on."
I nod and turn back to Angela. "I have to go Ang. Call me latter okay?"
She smiles and nods. "Sure." We hug and pull apart. "I'll see you later."
"See you." I wave as Tony pulls me out to the car.
A/N: Well, well, well, well what could it be? I guess you'll find out. Don't forget to Review people!
