Okay... so here we go with chapter 11!!!!
Sorry I haven't updated for a while- as you all may know, FanFiction was acting up yesterday, and we couldn't log in, update, review or PM!
Thanks so much, again, all of you :D
Right now, I'm planning the ending- and It will be very dramatic- Rebecca also gave me some pointers and a few ideas for it :)
Anyway, on with Chapter 11!
Sonny's Point of View
"Iceberg Ahead!" Someone shouted, and Chad and I looked at each other in terror.
I tripped, and fell on the ground, and I felt myself being trampled by people running to the lifeboats.
I was pulled up forcefully by a hand, and it wasn't Chad's. I found myself looking into a pair of fierce brown eyes- Cornelius's.
"Hey, teapot, my name's James Conroy, and I'd like to marry you tonight," he said, smirking at me.
"SONNY!" I heard Chad shout, as he ran back towards me.
Cornelius- or James, I wasn't sure who he was now, grabbed Chad and tossed him over the edge of the ship.
"CHAD!" I shrieked. "CHAD, No!" I screamed over and over again.
"Sonny, hey, Sun, I'm right here," I heard a soothing voice call, and a hand rubbing my back.
I snapped my eyes open and I found myself looking into Chad's concerned face.
"Chad!" I breathed in relief, and threw my arms around his neck. "You're okay," I whispered.
"Yes, Sonny, it's me," he chuckled, and wrapped his arms around me, bringing me into a comforting embrace.
"It… it was just a nightmare then," I realized, snuggling into his hold.
"It's all right, Sonny, I'm right here," he smiled.
"Chad?"
"Yeah?" He asked, running a hand through my hair, which was strangely relaxing and soothing.
"Do you think it's just a coincidence that Cornelius happens to look, sound, and talk exactly like James?" I looked up at him.
Suddenly, the door burst open, before Chad could answer, and in walked in Emilie, Cornelius, Gertrude, Emilie's mom- Edith, and the lady that I assumed was my- or should I say, Isabella's mom, Agnes.
"ISABELLA!" Agnes shouted, wrenching me from Chad's embrace and tossing him on the ground.
"We heard screaming, and shouting…" she continued, pulling me into a stuffy, uncomfortable hug and glaring at Chad.
"Mother… I'm fine," I told her, trying to sound like how I assumed Isabella would.
"What is that Oliver Dean doing here? Good heavens, were you both in the same bed?" she asked, letting go of me and approaching Chad.
"The lord only knows what was happening under there," Edith scowled.
I gaped at her, disgusted. "How could you think We'ddo something like that? There was absolutely, positively, NOTHING going on under there," Chad defended us, glaring back at Edith.
"Shut up, you scumbag," Cornelius glowered at Chad.
"Well, we can't take any chances… Isabella, I forbid you to see Oliver anymore, and you will be under close guard until the wedding," Agnes said, crossing her arms in front of her, and staring Chad down.
"But Aunt Agnes-" Emilie protested, before her mother slapped her across the face.
"That's enough, Emilie- I kept you away from Isabella for a reason- I don't need you getting involved in all these matters,"
Emilie winced at the pain and tears welled up in her eyes, and she ran out of the room.
"Cornelius, if you'd be so kind as to show Oliver out," Gertrude asked of her son.
"Gladly," Corneli-ass, as Chad liked to call him, smirked, pulling Chad by the collar of his shirt, and throwing him out of the room. He landed on the ground with a thud.
"Chad!" I loudly-whispered. It looked like he was hurt.
Everyone stared at me.
"I mean, Oliver!" I corrected myself, rolling my eyes.
"Mother, Agnes, Edith, if you would give me a moment with my fiancee…"
"Of course, Cornelius. Maybe you could talk some sense into Isabella here," Agnes said, walking out of the room with Edith and Gertrude. For someone that was supposed to be my mother, she wasn't being very supportive- or motherlike.
Chad's eyes met mine, before the door finally closed. They were full of sadness, caring, anger and frustration.
My eyes watered with tears. I had never seen Chad so… so… weak before.
"What do you want with me, Cornelius? You're nothing but a freaking jerk!" I asked him, trying to sound strong, but it came out with a hint of fear, and I was pretty sure he noticed that. I also called him a jerk, even though I doubted they said jerk in the 1900's.
"A jerk? Well, I guess I am, but Sonny, you can call me James,"
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(Oh, and thanks to Rebecca for the "Corneli-ass" idea :D I don't swear, and I'm sure Rebecca doesn't either, but it was too funny to not put in here)
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