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Chapter 8: The Confrontation
~Morticia's POV~
As we walked up the path to my house, I couldn't help thinking about my dear sister, and what I was about to do to her. It's going to break her heart. I'm not so sure this is the best thing to do, but if we keep it a secret, it'll be the wrong thing to do. I just hope she doesn't cry, I cant stand seeing Ophelia cry.
~Gomez's POV~
This isn't happening. I can't do it…I can't tell Ophelia I don't love her and cant marry her because I'm in love with her sister…that's like pouring salt in a wound. That actually sounds nice right now. No Gomez! Concentrate! I have to do it, I have to do it for Morticia, my Morticia.
I opened the door and found both mother and daughter sitting in the living room area.
"Uh, Mrs. Frump?" I said quietly. "I need to talk to you about the wedding."
"Speak up, boy! I can hardly hear you." She says as she gets up and walks over to me. "What do you want."
"I-I-I-I cant." I stutter.
"You can't what?"
"I can't marry Ophelia." I take gulp.
"What! Why?" she says, her voice growing louder. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Morticia next to Ophelia, trying to talk to her.
"I can't marry her because I'm in love with someone else. Madly, deeply, and torturously, in love with someone else, and there is no way I could go through with the wedding."
"And who exactly are you in love with?" her eyes filled with anger.
"Morticia…"
"Morticia?" both Mrs. Frump and Ophelia's eyes pop out.
"Yes, Morticia. I love her and she loves me and there is nothing you could say or do that will stop us from getting married."
"Is this true, Morticia?" Mrs. Frump asked her daughter, through clenched teeth.
"Yes, mother."
"How could you do this to me!" Ophelia yelled as she ran upstairs.
"I didn't mean to, it just…happened." Morticia said quietly and headed up the stairs to talk to her sister.
With newly found courage, I turned around to face Mrs. Frump. "Listen, I will marry your daughter with your blessing or not. I'm not about to give her up."
"You really love her…don't you?" Mrs. Frump said, lowering her voice.
"Yes."
"And you think you could provide for her sufficiently?"
"I am sure of it."
"I've always thought you were an interesting person Gomez. If what your mother tells me is true, then you will make a good husband to my daughter…whichever one you decide to marry." She paused as she began heading towards the stairs and looked back at me before going up. "You have my blessing."
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~Morticia's POV~
"Ophelia listen to me! You know I would never do anything like this to you on purpose!" I said frustrated.
"Yes, you would. You planned this. You knew him from before mother decided to get us married and you on purposely made him fall in love with you."
"Sister, I will not deny that I knew him before the news of the wedding-"
"See!" My sister interrupted me.
"But! We never planned to hurt you. It wasn't until Gomez came here the first time that we found out he was supposed to marry you. Please Ophelia, I want you to understand that I never wanted to hurt you."
My sister was quiet for a moment, and then she looked up at me and wiped her tears from her face. "Are you really in love?"
"Yes. I think I am."
"Do you think he'll make a good husband?"
"I'm sure of it." I smiled and she returned it. At that very moment, mother came into the room.
"Girls, I've come to a decision." She paused and looked at both of us. For some reason, I didn't see anger in her eyes anymore. "We are going to have the wedding…but Morticia will be the bride."
"Oh mother!" I leaped up and hugged her. "Thank you…thank you so much." I began towards the door, but turned back to see my sister. "Will you be alright?"
"Yeah, I think so." And with that said, I ran downstairs and held Gomez tight.
"I love you, Gomez." I said into his chest.
"And I love you, Cara Mia." He said into my hair.
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This was supposed to be the last chapter…but I've decided to add one more…It'll be short, but just to show a bit of their married life.