chapter 2- meeting the arranged family.

Emmagene meets her arranged fiancé for the first time, and knows some more of the family in the process.

      The next morning came too soon. My father woke me by knocking loudly on my door. I was quick to ignore him and stay sitting in my room. He finally realized he had a key to my room. I ended up in my bathroom, making use of my time I hopped into the shower. I stood there, letting the hot water fall over my skin. The water ran cold, and forced me to step out. I realized something not long after I got out. I left my towel in my bedroom.

      That meant I had to do the chance run to my bedroom up the hall. I cautiously stepped into the hallway, I turned right and ran up to my room. I grabbed my towel from the back of my door. I turned and almost had a heart attack when I noticed a boy standing by my bed. He was looking at me, like checking me out.

     

      "what do you want, i'm trying to get dressed?" I say slightly irritated

     

      "I could help you with that." he said, stepping closer to me.     

      

      He was blonde and big in a muscular kind of way. His fingers tried to grab mine, but I quickly yanked them away.

      

      "who do you think you are!" I ask backing away and hitting a wall.

      

      "your my fiancée, my dad is buying you for me."

     

      "leave my room." 

     

      " I don't have to," he says stepping towards me. He pushes me against the wall and holds me there.

     

      

      "let me go now!" I snarl at him. what would he do. we just met, he wouldn't really- or would he? I glare at him.

     

      "I can do whatever I want to you." his chest is pressed against mine and, I kick at him.

     

      "Come on Jaxson, let the girl get dressed." A voice comes from the doorway. A boy, older than me stands in it. he has lighter blonde

hair, He is skinny but obviously has muscles.

     

     " Marx I can do what I want." Jaxson says. I lash out with my foot and jab onto his shin. He makes a noise, and I slip away while he takes the pain in.

I walk closer to Marx, I'm still in my towel but I feel safer by him.

     

      "You will pay for that Emmagene." Jaxson says rushing out of my room.

     

      "Thank you, Marx."

     

      "don't mind my brother, he's.... over excited." Marx says looking away. So Jaxson does have plans.

     

      "I hope he can calm himself, can I please get dressed now." I say nervously clutching my towel around me.

      

      "It is nice to meet you. Emmagene." Marx says, he quickly exits the room.

      For the first time I notice the outfit Jaxson must have put on my bed. I groaned as I looked at the pieces of clothing I had to wear. A pink crop top that was tight at the top, but loose at the bottom. There was also a pair of really short shorts, could they even be classified as shorts? My least favorite part is the heels sitting on the floor. I've never worn heels, I'm literally going to break my neck on these. I slipped on the top, and the shorts, but stopped and looked at the heels. I'm not wearing these.

      I open my door and walk into the hall bare foot. My father was on the couch looking uncomfortably, and the man from yesterday stood by Jaxson and Marx. I looked a Jaxson, hoping there was a heavy amount of hatred in my eyes. This boy was going to torture me. I then flashed the same look at my father, he had betrayed me and now I won't forgive him.

      "You need to put on those heels." Jaxson said, I notice him looking at me up and down. This guy was checking me out, I felt sick.

      "That's not going to happen." I say. I'm never going to wear them, I already look like a s**t.

     

      "You are, there isn't a choice in the matter. You are mine." I grimaced.

     

      "Make me!" I hiss, this guy is so irritating!

     

      Jaxson moves forward approaching me. When he reaches me he has a menacing glare in his eyes. His hand reaches into the air. That's when I realize he's going to hit me. I wince a little and glare at him, waiting for him to bring it down.

      "JAXSON, don't do it!" I hear Marx yell, his hand i clamped around Jaxson's wrist.

      "Let me go Marx she needs to be taught a lesson" Jaxson meets my eyes as the suspense make the room quiet.

      "I'm not going to let you hit a girl, much less one your dressing up like a Barbie." Marx exclaim, his eyes firm.

      "You win Marx," He says before looking back at me, "put those heels on or you'll regret it."

      This time I give up, an slip on the heels I had carried in with me. I glance at Marx, who is staring into the distance, his eyes burning with rage. Jaxson must have done something already to piss him off that bad by threatening to smack me. At least Jaxson showed his true colors. I can't let him bring me down, I think making sure the heels are on tight. I almost fall over, Marx who is closer to me than anyone else steadies me. I catch him shooting a glare at his brother, He steps back.

                         Marx's P.O.V

      It was bad enough I walked in on him pinning her against the wall. Her face had so much terror on it. Then he was going to hit her. This girl was special, she definitely isn't love you can buy, like most of Jaxson's girlfriends have been like. She has a spirit, a special kind, it's fragile, yet strong at the same time. All he was going to do was break it. I couldn't let him hit her. I knew that the minute she winced, but still stayed strong. I rushed forward, and wrapped my fingers around his wrist.

      "JAXSON, don't do it!" I yell at him. it obviously irritates him. I can't help but feel happy he was getting mad.

       "let me go Marx, she needs to be taught a lesson." That made me mad, she didn't need to be taught anything. She was innocent.

      "I'm not letting you hit a girl, much less one your dressing up like a Barbie." I say looking at her. The outfit would make any boy crazy, but not when you know she's going to be forced into one every day.

      "You win Marx" he says, I let go of his wrist and step away. I don't listen to much more of the conversation, it would only make me even madder. He forced her into the heels using her own fear.

      She sits on the ground and slips her feet into the heels. She looks down at them, making sure the straps are on tight enough assume. I feel bad for this girl, it isn't like she could escape him if she wanted, she was Jaxson's property to almost everyone involved. It wasn't fair for her to be dragged into her father's carelessness. I watch as she stands up, she stumbles and I reach outward to steady her. How i would pay to punch Jaxson right now, I think shooting him a glare. Emmagene doesn't know that there is not a escape, and never will be. It isn't hard to tell by the hopeful look in her eyes, even after a arranged fiancé threatened to hit her. I watched helplessly as he marched her out of the house going on the, yet again arranged date.

                  

            

      

  

Author's Note

I know my chapters are kind of short so far, but that's only because I was being stupid and forgot to save after typing half of this chapter. That's also why it took so long. sorry.