Chapter 3: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

“No,” I found myself saying, “please no,” I pleaded edging away from him closer to the handle of the door, even though the car was moving I was considering jumping out.

The car stopped abruptly making us both jolt forward; I opened the door running out as fast as my legs could carry me. The shouts that were coming from behind but I continued running, seeing the church made my stomach churn I was not getting married now especially not with him.

I whipped my face to see people running behind me with guns in their hand, panicking I ran forward bumping into a rock hard chest landing myself on my butt on the floor. Summoning all the courage to stand up, I pushed myself up only to be stopped by a familiar stranger.

“How di-?” Shock, pure shock was the emotion I was feeling with fear. There stood Daniel in front of me, how on earth did he get there that quickly?

“What did I say about double crossing?” he scoffed, I cowered backwards only to be pulled closer to him again.

“I,” there I stood stunned once again front of him, my voice was gone like that in just a second how did he have that affect on me already was it fear or just the pure violent vibe I got from him I wasn’t really sure.

“Let me remind you,” he smirked, “there will be consequences if you ever disobey me ever again and the next time I won’t take it so lightly,” I looked up to him, nodding as I focused my gaze on something behind him instead of looking into his deep sea blue eyes.

He roughly shoved my hand into his large one and dragged me along back the way I just ran, he had a tight grip on my hand while I winced every time he pulled my hand. Silently I prayed, can God just help me this once? Can I somehow manage to escape this ridiculous nightmare?

Answer, no of course. I was mentally kicking myself for getting in this situation why the fuck can’t I just leave things alone I will never know but now I had to do everything according to his will.

He tugged me forward so I was walking one step in front; he kept his other hand on my back while holding my hand with his other I involuntarily shivered arching my back forward at the feel of his touch.

We were walking towards the church, every step I took my world shattered in front of me, even if I were to run his words about consequences echoed in my head and it was especially hard to run with him holding one of my hand with the other behind my back.

Tears struck at the corners of my eyes, as he headed the other way to talk to the priest or whoever it was I was harshly jerked by a tough looking guy who gave the you-don’t-want-to mess with vibe carrying a gun in the back pocket of his jeans. Two guys escorted me, I guess Daniel wanted to make sure I didn’t pull another stunt like I did before, that’d sure be life threatening.

“Go in there,” the man ordered, I followed his command and walked through the door knowing that each men were eyeing my every move in other words I was purely and utterly helpless.

On entering the door I was greeted by a woman who looked in her early forties with dresses around the room,

“Oh hello dear!” she welcomed, at least someone’s in a good mood I thought bitterly why couldn’t I just be Daniel’s house maid or something why his wife I’m pretty sure he’d find better looking girls who had a lot more to offer than I did.

The woman ushered me into the centre of the room whereas she went to the rack picking out a knee length white dress, my bag that had all my possessions was still in my company for which I was grateful for but she made a move to grab a hold of it.

“Honey, I’ll put the bag in a safe place,” she reassured me but I handed it to her still sceptical, “now you go into that bathroom and try it on,” she practically pushed me into the bathroom but I still stood there frozen.

The bathroom was cramped, hardly enough space for me to change but I still managed, every time I took an item of my clothing off more tears would freely flow down my face. I didn’t bother wiping the tears away because they’d just come back and then suddenly I missed my mother, Luke, school and in some part of my heart I was still worried about how my dad was getting on.

“Dear, you need to come out now,” the woman told me, “otherwise the men will come in here and we don’t want that now do we,” I quickly took off my jeans folding them and my top then swiftly pulled up the dress leaving the zip at the back undone sure I couldn’t reach it so I didn’t bother trying.

Strolling out of the room, the woman’s face softened at my sight she made her way towards me guiding me to the chair that sat in front of the mirror.

I slowly sat on it while the woman worked her wonders on me, she didn’t do much since the men outside where pressuring her to hurry but she did a pretty good job considering the time she had.

My bare feet were ice cold, I tip toed while she went to grab some shoes, “Now dear, don’t you look remarkable here are your ballet pumps with small earrings,” I dropped the shoes on the ground slipping my cold feet into them internally thanking that I wasn’t wearing heels.

The men had enough of the waiting and barged into the room, “How bloody long does it take?” one shouted, I flinched at the rudeness in his voice turning back to look at the woman I gave her a small smile and mouthed a thank you to which I received a stiff nod.

I was once again grabbed by a bulky guy to be yet again dragged his rings grazed my skin leaving a scratch, “Oww,” I muttered but it seemed to have no effect on the guy who just kept on walking.

You know how the bride walks up the aisle, with the flower girl or boy in front her maid of honour and all that happiness in the air there was nothing of that sort.

The church was eerily dark with no one sitting except from a few men guarding the entrance with guns, the priest waiting as terrified as I was and Daniel standing casually typing away on his phone.

So imagine this, a broken girl walking down the aisle with two men holding guns behind her and standing there supposedly waiting for the bride is her groom who’s typing on his phone.

Yes, that was me.

I mentally kicked myself for not seeing this come, he wasn’t exactly the nicest person on the planet and yet he wanted me to marry him I just couldn’t see the logical explanation in all of this plus how would this benefit him in any way, shape or form.

Each step came with a new thought but it wasn’t until I stopped right in front of the priest who looked as worried as I did, this is where the ritual began. Not paying any attention I saw that Daniel was still typing away on his phone, I looked around to find a way out but all I got was smirks from the guards who looked as evil as the man beside me.

Giving up hope I dropped my head to the ground in shame, how would it be if I still was with my abusing father but that wouldn’t help because either way if I escaped, ever, then Luke and Sophie would have to suffer the consequences.

Tear escaped my eyes, falling down slowly but then quickened their pace but I kept myself hanging on to everything. I was falling fast, but not giving up just yet keeping my hands clenched tightly in a fist besides me I closed my eyes and apologised to my dead mother.

I’m so sorry mum.

I’m so sorry.

I’m sorry, please forgive me.

Mum, I need you please come back.

I felt worthless, standing crowded by men when I ran away from my father I thought about getting a better life for myself. Now, now I’m just fucked up again with a guy who’s in a gang; God knows what’s going to happen next now.

I’m sorry mum, I can’t avenge your death.

Please come back mum, please.

I was begging, praying for a miracle anything that’d get me out of here but nothing happened and that’s when I broke. I broke into sobs, the ritual was near the end I didn’t even get to say ‘I do’ Daniel just nodded to the priest and he seemed to scurry along which was our cue to leave.

I didn’t even get a kiss, that’s how pathetic I felt not that I wanted to kiss him but I was dragged along like a rag doll.

Why did you ever stay with dad, mum?

I didn’t want to live, I don’t need to live, and I have no purpose to live but there was one thing left that I had to do.

Avenge my mother’s death. Mum I’m living for you, I won’t let your murder go in vain that’s a vow mum I promise.

Where ever you are mum, please help me out I need it.

“Get everyone out of here,” my head jerked to the voice, Daniel’s, “make sure no one say’s a word,” and with that everyone did what he said.

It was like he was God, they obeyed his every move his every command and his every order. Why in a world of freedom do we have none? What was the point in giving freedom when we had no choice?

He gripped my upper arm in a tight swift motion, I squirmed only to make him hold it tighter struggling to break free after two minutes I gave up I wasn’t going nowhere.

“Get in the car,” he whispered roughly into my ear, “and don’t do anything stupid for your own sake,” so I did it.

I did what he said, what other option was there?

He slammed the door, and jogged to the other side got in the driver’s seat locking the car along with it. Revving the engine, he sped away leaving everything behind. I had no idea where we were going but it was obvious that it was far away from here.

The silence between us was tense, but the journey was restless I gripped onto the handle of the door shutting my eyes thinking of the only good memory I had.

Why do some people have a perfect like where others have a shit one?

You ever think about how people suffer yet I still didn’t feel that I suffered that much compared to others who get beaten to death, where ever they are may God give them the strength to carry on forward.

“Get out,” he barked, he got out and came to my side pushing me forward once again. I immediately remembered about my bag that had my personal items.

“My bag,” I moved back only to be pushed by him again,

“Leave it,” he tugged me towards a huge house, I hissed at the pain only to get a sharp look from him. Once we entered the house he kicked the door closed with his foot and twisted me around to face him, we were inches apart.

His breathing came out in rasps, his eyes had darkened and I tried to cower away but I couldn’t not with the grip he had on me. He looked dark, evil and confused at the same, only one could know what was running through his mind.

“You are to never,” he said with a cruel tone making me flinch backwards, only to hurt my own arm in the process, “never to leave this house except from going to school which you'll be escorted and to the shops,” his voice echoed throughout the house from this alone I could tell that it was one hell of a house there was also footsteps scurrying around I guessed that there were some people living here.

There was no need of telling his that I had found a job already, it would only make his know where I was more often and I didn’t like that one bit. Nobody owned me, they can torture and abuse me but they can never own me.

“One of the maids will show you around,” he said in a casual tone, pulling me up the stairs and leading me towards a room, “this will be your room, you are to clean the whole house on the certain day’s required and shop for this house as well,” he ordered.

“But I don’t have any money,” I retorted back at him angrily, he spun around fist clenched with his face in front of mine,

“You are to respect me,” he sneered, “respect me and everything will be fine otherwise remember what we said about consequences,” I shuddered in horror at the thought of ‘consequences’ he was talking about.

“You shall tell no one,” he warned, “no one at all about this marriage.”

Without another word he stormed out of the room banging the door harshly, I once again flinched at his anger – this was one piece of work to be repaired. Looking around my room I saw that it was cramped not more that a box room with a small bathroom attached to it. The bed did not seem inviting at all; the draws were probably a decade old as well as the floorboard that creaked on every step I took.

“You must be the new maid,” I jumped at the surprising new voice that echoed around the room, for a second I thought I was going mad but gladly I saw a woman in her late forties standing in front of me with some poor selection of clothes and my bag. I ran towards her and grabbed the bag, shuffling inside checking that everything was there which it thankfully was.

“You must start work right away,” she told, “the master has ordered you to clean the whole house,” with that she left leaving the cleaning equipment on the floor. I sighed heavily, welcome to labour.

Dropping the clothes onto the bed I chose the worst t-shirt to wear, a grey t-shirt that was up to my knees but didn’t bother wearing no trousers, I slipped out of my white wedding dressed folding it neatly as it was now one out of the five most prized possessions I had.

Tying my hair up into a messy bun, I got to work but sweeping and dusting first. Not so sure about the size of the house, I just cleaned anywhere that I thought was messy.

Scrubbing.

Sweeping.

Wiping.

Washing.

Changing.

After more than four hours of continuous work I was sure that I’d clean most of the house, and after fifteen minutes I had found the kitchen cleaned out the bucket then drank a glass of water.

The house was silent, pure silence is what it was. Taking good use of this opportunity I made my way up the stairs trying not to get lost but did anyways. The door of one of the rooms were slightly ajar, the room seemed the most modern after the living room of this house.

There was a king sized bed, plasma TV attached to the wall and a perfect view of the outside gardens, inviting myself in I made my way to the bed exhausted I lay down for a while but after some minutes my eyelids were getting heavy.

No! I told myself, got to stay awake need to find my way back to my room but this bed seemed so comfy. Treating myself I decided to take a little nap, closing my eyes I forgot all about everything, the marriage, Daniels and myself.

But only then it dawned on me, when I was half asleep that I was sleeping in the mafia’s room.

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Hey guys :)

So, yeah I'm sorry for the long wait but stupid wattpad keeps deleting/adding some next chapters - bascially my works are messed up at the moment but I'll try to update again today otherwise the next update is next weekend - sorry!

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