Within The Flames Of Anger (book One Of The Fire Series)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: (edited)

My hands were still shaking furiously, I stood up my knees still weak from alexander’s outburst, “I-I want to go home.” I stated again and even now more tears rolled down my eyes

“I’m sorry dear that cannot happen, your parents agreed to let you stay at this house for 1 week, and the wedding is next week, so we have a lot of planning”

“Don’t you get it, I do not wish to marry alexander, and he’s a cruel cold hearted monster with a really bad temper” right now even more tears were rolling down my eyes.

Why was fate playing games with me? I hadn’t done anything to deserve this? Was I really that much of a burden that my parents wanted to get rid of me. did my father even try the lightest to find my happiness?

“c’mon, I’m going to show you to yours and alexander rom” Mrs. Stills said that with a grin on plastered on her face.

We walked down a hallway and into a huge room. The walls were painted black and the closet was huge. My clothing was already put in nicely, and packed properly. They really wanted me to get married to alexander, and that got my heart aching, why was it that they needed me? why? Why did they want me to suffer?

What I couldn’t believe was I Felicia would have to share a bed with alexander, that monster I let out a sigh and walked deeper into the room. “Felicia honey, I’ll leave you to yourself, alexander will join you shortly.” I nodded and put a small smile on my sad face.

I entered the bathroom, stripping and jumping into the shower. I let the warm water crusade down my back. Tears rolled out of my eyes as I thought of what’s to come. I was getting married to a man I didn’t even love. A man that despises me yet I had done nothing wrong.

I stood in the shower a bit longer as I washed my body and hair. I grabbed a towel on the rack and dried my body. I then grabbed another towel and began drying my hair. I looked into the mirror. My face was losing its radiant glow. I didn’t feel like Felicia anymore. I didn’t feel like me at all. I picked up my tooth brush, brushing my teeth, then ran a comb through my now dry hair.

I walked to the bedroom, getting my pyjamas on and tried my hair into a high ponytail. I got into bed and pulled the duvet covers over my head. Son the door opened and I came face to face with alexander.

He stared at me for a moment, before going into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on. I guess he’s avoiding me. 10 minutes later, he was out of the bathroom, boxers and he slipped under the covers.

“I’m not sorry for what I done, but I will tell you this once and once only, so listen carefully.” He said. “I can never love and I won’t ever love, cause once you’ve experienced the pain of it, you automatically shut it down. Despise it.” he said. as he faces the other way.

How can he say it so calmly, so emotionless? What turned him to become so cold? So hostile. What does his life have to do with is getting married? Had I done something to him before that he despises me? had I done something to someone he loved? Or did he feel betrayal? My questions kept spinning in circles. But I couldn’t help but feel his words hurt. Why did I deserve this?

My parents left me alone with a man I hardly knew. I was doing this for them yet they had gone away. My father talked me into this, yet he left me here to fend for myself against a monster ill soon call my husband. This was all too much to take in. and on top of that, my husband’s heart belonged to someone else. It hurt knowing that he became cold and hostile, because he lost love. But he forgot he’s hurting someone who dreamed of being loved by her husband. Me.

I couldn’t help but let a tear roll down my face. Alexander you big idiot.

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