OMG I HAVE SUCH A TERRIBLE URGE TO WRITE THIS

OMG I HAVE SUCH A TERRIBLE URGE TO WRITE THIS! MUST…CONQUER…URRRRRGE! :D

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!! Grr…

BTW, I don't know if you CAN have Villas overlooking the Seine, but…yeah, I guessed :D

And William is a freak in this. I'm making him horrible. I call him a "Male Clarissa".

The World Changes and Rearranges

She Is Mine

France had always been a place where William Curtis had wanted to visit. That's why his parents had thought he would be excited when they got the opportunity to move there.

"We're moving to Paris, Willy!" his mother had announced excitedly, "Paris, France, Europe!"

To fourteen-year old William, she said, "Paris, France, not-America, far away from your true love Taylor McKessie!"

A few weeks later, it was his fifteenth birthday and he and Taylor sat in her garden, and he was complaining and moving away, when Taylor made a shocking suggestion.

"When we meet again, whether it's in 10 or 20 years, we promise to get married!"

William had been taken aback, but could barely hide his joy. William had always been a loner; the spotty kid with glasses and unruly red hair. When he was 10, the McKessie family moved onto his road, and he became friends with a then 9-year-old Taylor. He had always thought she was pretty, but had fallen in love with her when she turned 13, and she matured. Her body and mind was changing, and she was becoming a young woman…which seemed appealing to William. (A/N: Perv! lol)

So, he had automatically agreed.

"…I will someday marry you, Taylor Mckessie!"
Then, she had pricked both of their fingers and they made a 'blood pact'.

Only five month later, 15-year-old William stood on the balcony of their large French Villa, which overlooked the river Seine. He looked up and there, in the distance, was the Eiffel Tower, standing proud and jutting up to the clear blue sky. His lips formed into a curve; he could already picture himself presenting Taylor with his grandmother's engagement ring; she had died a year ago and left the ring to William for that 'special lass'

Then, William's imagination went into overdrive. He could picture the romantic proposal, her whispering "Yes," through rivers of tears flowing down her cheeks. He could image them getting married in a castle in Italy – much liked the famed "TomKat".

He could even picture Taylor, much older of course, in his mother's silk wedding dress. (William's family were very big on family heirlooms). Then, perhaps a couple of months after the wedding, they would move to a nice house, perhaps get a dog…and then, one day, they would have their own child…

Even asleep, the memory of that small toddler in Taylor's shopping cart causing William's face to sour.

He tossed and turned until his memories went back to his time in France…

Young William glanced at his index finger, where there was still a small cut from where Taylor pierced him with a knife. He kissed the index finger and whispered, in his nasally voice, "She is mine."

Before long, William became very jealous. He still wrote to her, and called her everyday. His letters were long and his conversations were full of potential to be long as well. She made an effort at first – but then, she changed. Her letters became more like postcards, and she always wrote of her 'new friends'. He still called her a lot, and at the time when she would've just arrived at home, but her mother always answered, claiming she had gone out with her 'new friends' or she was at school in some club.

He kept this up, and only on rare occasions did she answer the phone, or she wrote a letter back. Every time she did pick up, he always asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Taylor used to laugh at this question and reply, "No," but as she got older, she got warier of this question and always demanded, "What's it to you?" or "Why do you care so much?!"

She had obviously forgotten.

The last occasion he called was when he was seventeen – she would've been sixteen. Her dad answered, and he said, "Taylor is hanging out a school, with her friends, Gabriella, Troy, Ryan, Sharpay and Chad. Surely she told you about them!"

William was infuriated. He angrily demanded who Troy, Chad and Ryan were. He expected her to have girlfriends, but he wasn't going to tolerate a boy near his Taylor!
Mr. Mckessie laughed and said, "Troy is her best friend's boyfriend, Ryan is just a friend and Chad is her boyfriend! Why wouldn't she tell you?"
William had paled and he hissed, "Boyfriend?"
Mr. Mckessie didn't answer, before a door slammed and he said to William, "Oh, Taylor's home! Tay, your old buddy Will is on the phone!"

Taylor had said something to her dad that William couldn't hear, and then he heard someone run upstairs and Mc. Mckessie spoke again, this time sounding serious, "She has homework to do, William. She's preparing for a scholastic decathlon. She feels she got to win – they did last time,"

William shook his head in frustration, "I must talk to her! Get her down!"
"I'm sorry, William. She wants to have a good school record for college soon…"
"She doesn't need college!" William exploded, "Not while she's with me!"
Mr. Mckessie suddenly said, very coldly, "She does have to prepare for college, and a future – especially since she isn't with you. And, I think we'd all appreciate it if you didn't call again."

CLICK.

The line went dead. William gripped the wireless phone, his face contorting in rage. He marched out to the balcony and shrieked, "SHE IS MINE!!" before throwing the phone into the Seine. The stupid river he thought Taylor would adore.

He became much darker after that night. He still went to school and got good grades, but he got a girlfriend.

Zahra Benson.

She had long curly black hair, and big hazel eyes. She had African descents, and her skin was a rich chocolate-y colour.

She, as William's mother kept pointing out, was much like Taylor.

That was why William loved her. Every time they made out, he had to bit his lip from saying Taylor's name, but he kept whispering "You are mine."

Zahra always laughed at this.

One day, the day after Zahra's 16th birthday, William decided they should, as he put it, "Lose their virginity to one another,".

Zahra smiled and shook her head, claiming she was Catholic and planned on waiting until marriage. William didn't listen; he was out of his mind on marijuana that he had found in the gym at school.

"Don't be silly, Taylor," he giggled, putting an arm around her, "You're not Catholic."

Zahra had pulled away and hissed that she wasn't Taylor, and that she thought they should 'see other people'. This angered William.

He was still certain this was Taylor, and he wasn't losing his Taylor.

She was his.

Three months later, Zahra killed herself, upon discovering she was pregnant. When she had an autopsy, the doctors revealed there were signs of sexual abuse.

When all fingers pointed to William, he cried and sobbed he couldn't believe this happened to his 'one true love'. William's father had insisted to the French police that William was a nice kid and wouldn't do such a thing, so people began looking for whoever raped Zahra, and inadvertently caused her to commit suicide.

William just watched all this play out in the news, and he couldn't help but smile smugly. He didn't regret raping her. He didn't regret getting her pregnant, and he didn't regret her death. She was unworthy to carry his child, anyway. She was unworthy to be his 'first time'.

Only Taylor Mckessie was worthy of that.

William yawned as he awoke, listening to the commotion from inside the little dungeon his was keeping Taylor in. He heard two sets of fists hammering on the door. He looked at his clock.

4:32 PM.

William smiled. He had taken to sleeping in the day and going to Taylor at night, but those little brats had woken him up. Zoë had promised him she wouldn't tell a soul about Taylor, but she had told that other child. 'Dylan' he heard Taylor call him.

He sighed and opened the door a tiny bit, to reveal a furious looking Zoë. If what he had heard was true, Zoë inherited that temper from her mother.

"LEMME OUT!!" she shrieked, lunging at him. He reached forward and grabbed her tiny arm, twisting it and causing the poor lamb to scream in pain.
"Let her go!" Taylor cried, hugging Dylan to her. William released her arm and she crumpled to the floor, cradling her wrist to her chest.

"You mean man!" Zoë snapped, kicking viciously from her sitting position. William stepped back, but not before Zoë landed a swift kick on his ankle.

"You little brat!" William seethed, and he was about to lunge at her when Taylor whispered, "Don't, William! Please!"
William looked at her, sceptical.

"I'll do anything, just…please let them go!"

William nodded and grabbed Zoë roughly, and taking Dylan from Taylor. He dragged them out of the dungeon and put them on his bed. He pulled his belt off and tied their hands to one of the bedposts.

"Hey!" Zoë exclaimed, "You said you'd let us go!"
William cackled, "I lied."
With that he went back into the dungeon and closed the door behind him. He looked at Taylor, who sat quivering on the bed and began stroking her cheek.

"I love you so much, Taylor," he whispered, before tensing his hand and kissing her, pushing her back on the bed, pulling off her shirt.

As William made love to Taylor, he kept repeating the same three words in her ear.

"You are mine."

…OMG Isn't William just the CREEPIST OC EVER??

Yuk.

I hope that chapter was okay. Kinda mature, but hopefully still T. :D

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(Oh, and I did get a new penname. I am now A c t i n g-Is-A-P a s s i o n. I love to act :D)

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