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Chapter Six

I couldn't find the room I had woken up in, so I settled for the first room I found. It had a long grey couch in front of a fireplace, which I carefully sat on. I pulled my knees to my chest and let the tears fall down my face.

I only had a few moments of peace before Felix walked in. I didn't acknowledge him as he took a seat beside me.

"You good?" He asked.

"Not really." I nearly whispered as I swiped at the teardrops on my cheeks. I didn't want him to see me cry.

He sighed. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, or whatever. I was just teasing you. I should've been a little more sensitive though. I know you girls are really sensitive."

"If you're not happy with the way I look, then why even bother going along with a wedding? If you're just going to be disappointed with me. Is it really worth it?"

"Ah, don't say that," He sighed. "Shit, I guess I really did hurt your feelings. It's cool. Don't worry about it. You can modify anything nowadays. You got a really pretty face. A beautiful face, actually. We can get you some fake tits. A little nip and tuck here and there," His hand shot forward and grabbed my side to tickle it.

I gasped and scrambled away from him. I knew what he was trying to do. I spent enough time around Sue and Harry to know the flirtatious hand grabs.

"Don't touch me!" I snapped.

His brows raised. "What the hell is wrong with you? You don't like to be touched or something?"

"No I don't," I said, wrapping my arms around myself. "I don't like being touched. Please don't touch me."

He sighed in annoyance. "Alright, whatever. Mom told me you grew up in the system, so you'd have some issues."

I bit my lip and turned away from him.

"I don't want to marry you." I said. "It's nothing personal—,"

"What else are you going to do?" He asked. "Look, I believe in being honest. You might not like what I have to say, but it's better for you to hear it. Say, we send you on your way. You're obviously defenseless, the first guy who sees you will grab you and probably rape you. Then send you to the next guy who'll also rape you, but then pimp you out for money. They'll use you up within a year. And when you're no use to them, they'll drop you off somewhere to fend for yourself. I figure you aren't too smart, growing up in the system in all. And you're kind of socially retarded. It's not your fault but there's no way you'd get a job that's worth a damn. You won't be able to support yourself and you'd probably die of starvation."

He paused, letting me absorb what he had just said.

"Now on the other hand," He started again. "You marry me, you get to live a lavish life. I'd be the only man you'd sleep with. And if you hate other people so much, you won't have to talk to anyone but me. You won't have to work for anything. All I want you to do is look good and dote on me. I want a wife whose sole purpose is to cater to me and take care of herself. That's not so bad, right?"

I shuddered. I didn't know how to answer him. Both the options he laid out for me sounded awful. I did want to find someone who I loved and who would love me and get married, but this deal sounded horrible. Felix and his father frightened me. I knew I had a lot of issues, but sometimes I couldn't control them. I stuttered, I didn't like physical contact, I had a boyish figure. I could never shape up to what Felix wanted in a wife. And he'd never have the patience to deal with my issues.

While I had been thinking this over, Felix had stood and was now looming over me. I went to turn but he placed his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place.

"We got a lifetime to get to know one another." He said, pressing himself against my back. "In that time, we'll fix some stuff. Get you some tits, get you used to me touching you, work on speaking without the stutter. It'll be hard work, but you'll get there."

His hands had moved from my hips and wrapped around my front, hanging low on my pelvis. He had managed to press himself tighter against me. I immediately started crying and shivering.

"P-please let go of me." I whimpered.

He started kissing my cheek then kissed my neck. "It's okay. You're okay. See? I'm touching you and you aren't dying. It's all in your head. You got to get over it."

Before I completely lost it, my savior appeared.

"Felix I hate to interrupt, but my hair stylist is on her way, and the tailor is here. I need Bella."

Felix kissed my cheek again and released me. I finally released the breath I had been holding and practically ran to Dora. Everything inside and outside of me was shaking. Dora smiled at me.

She led me back to the room I had woken up in. It was now filled with several long racks of clothing. There was a woman in a billowy dress unrolling a tape measure. Dora nudged me towards the woman.

"I need to get an accurate measure dear," The woman said. "Would you mind taking the dress off? You can leave your underwear on."

I blushed. "C-can I please keep the dress on? I'm not comfortable—,"

"Oh pish-posh dear, you don't have anything I haven't seen before. You can put it back on when I'm finished."

I sighed; there was no point in fighting against anything anymore. No one listened to what I wanted. I thought I had limited control when I was in the group home, but now I realized that that had been the epitome of freedom.

I tried to keep my bare chest covered as she measured me with the tape. It was uncomfortable, and by the end of it, my cheeks had been soaked raw by my tears.

"Alright hon, you're done." The lady said. She had told me her name several times, but I didn't bother remembering it.

I grabbed the dress and put it on as quickly as I could. As I did, Dora was staring at me with her arms crossed, which usually indicated to me when someone was angry, but she didn't look angry. She was wearing an expression that I just didn't understand.

The tailor started thumbing through one of the racks of clothes before addressing Dora.

"Everything on this rack will fit her. She's small, but not as small as you think." The tailor said to Dora before looking my way. "Don't be so self-conscious dear. So many girls would kill for a figure like yours."

I know the tailor was just trying to be nice. I would've appreciated her kindness if I hadn't been spiraling. At the moment, her words meant nothing to me. Her words would never mean anything to me because I knew they weren't true. She saw how upset I was, and she was the kind of person to say whatever she could to make someone feel better.

"This is so pretty," The tailor said. "Do you like this one, Isabella? Do you like the color?"

"It's fine." I whispered.

Another woman walked in. She was dressed in all black clothing and had short, stylish hair. She was clearly the hairdresser. I'd never been to one, but I could tell immediately that's what she was. Dora stood and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

"How are you?" Dora asked.

"I'm great. I'm eager to meet Renee's daughter." She said. "This must be her. Hello, sweetie! It's so nice to meet you."

The hairdresser pulled me into a tight hug, but I quickly wiggled free. I wrapped my arms around myself, hoping to keep her away.

"Why don't you take her into the bathroom and fix her up? Give a trim, pluck her eyebrows?" Dora said.

"Of course," The hairdresser smiled. "Come on, hon. I got just the thing to perk you up a bit."

I followed the hairdresser into the bathroom. There was a vanity with a chair against the wall in front of a light up circular mirror. She sat me down in the chair and stood over me, looking at me through the mirror.

"So miss thing, tell me about yourself," She said as she took out a brush. "Where'd you grow up?"

"Washington."

"No way, that's so funny you ended up in Washington. I mean, not funny, but just a weird coincidence. Your mother was originally from Washington you know."

"I don't know anything about her."

"Oh I'm sorry. Would you like me to tell you about her? Or do you want to talk about something else?"

"I-I… it's f-fine. I just… is it o-okay if we don't do this?" I asked before letting my head fall. "I don't like to be t-touched."

The hairdresser frowned. "Dora really wants me to do your hair and your eyebrows. She's already paid me. And Mr. Volturi stopped me in the hallway to make sure I got it done. But you know what? I cut hair for kids who don't like to be touched either. I know all sorts of tricks to help you get through this."

"Really?"

"A huh." She nodded as she started to lightly brush out my hair. "It helps to pick something and just stare at it. I won't turn you; I'll walk around you. And I'll touch you very softly."

I took a deep breath. "O-okay."

"I cut your mother's hair for almost seven years. I was the only person she trusted to do it. She was funny about certain things too." She said as she took out a pair of scissors. "Do you want to hear about your mom? I don't know too much about your dad, but I did know your mom pretty well."

"Sure." I said.

"Alright, well, so I met your mom almost eight years ago…"

It took nearly two hours to trim my hair and fix my eyebrows. The hair trim hadn't been as bad as I had expected, but the eyebrow plucking sucked. By the end of it, I looked less feral. I didn't even realize how bushy my eyebrows were until they had been cleaned up.

And I had also learned a great deal about my mother. The hairdresser told me several stories that my mother had told her. I took her stories with a grain of salt, because this woman was nothing more than a hairdresser and there was no way she could truly know my mother.

"You look great," The hairdresser said as we walked out of the bathroom.

Dora had changed and fixed her hair. She was wearing an outfit that I could only assume came straight from the runway. It also added to her 'Daisy Buchanan' aesthetic. Now that she was dressed and had her makeup on, I realized that she was in fact a very beautiful woman.

"Oh you look so pretty, Isabella," Dora smiled. "I picked out a few dresses for you to try on for the party tomorrow night."

She had picked out three dresses. One was a silky dark green, one was bright red, and the last one was navy blue. All of them were short and didn't offer much coverage up top.

The two women who had come to do help me had left. Dora picked up the dark green dress first.

"This one is so beautiful. I think it'll make you look so pretty. And it'll definitely give you a little lift."

I sighed and tried on the dresses without putting up a fight. I knew it was useless. What I wanted didn't matter. Dora ended up picking the dark green dress for me. And she took it to pair it with shoes and jewelry.

After she left, I was finally alone. I took the opportunity to go out onto the patio that was connected to the room. I curled up in the corner of the patio, basking in the heat and looking out over the ocean, which I could still see even though it was several miles away.

I heard the door to the room open. I turned my head to see Felix walk in. I pressed myself tighter against the corner and watched him.

He looked around the room first, then walked into the bathroom. It was clear he was looking for me. I just prayed he didn't look out here.

After a moment, he sighed heavily and shook his head. When he walked out of the room, I sighed in relief.

I knew I needed to get out of here. I couldn't stay with these insane people. But Felix's words kept replaying in my head. Everything he had said would come true.

I hope you guys liked it! And you got a good insight on Felix, he is not a good dude. Anyways, have a great day and if you have the time, leave me a little review!