Damien

Chapter 2

Serena Mclane's P. O. V

"What?" Is all I manage to get out as I sit there in my seat.

My fidgeting hands come to a halt as I now fist my t-shirt in a tight grip.

My mind is completely blank at the moment. I can't seem to be able to process his words.

"Dad," I finally manage to get out, "You can't mean that, you wouldn't." I whisper as I look at him for confirmation.

I want him to just start laughing, and then hug me and say it's all a big joke, that the entire ordeal was just that;

A big joke.

But no, of course not.

My father never jokes, not with me at least.

"You know I don't like repeating myself." My father says sternly as he looks at me.

Even though we're sitting face to face, it's as if he's looking down at me. As if he's judging me, finding all my faults and insecurities and displaying them right in front of me.

Taunting me with everything.

"B-but the business, father. You-I- you wanted me to take over the family business but I-. How?" I ask, finally giving up.

I barely have the ability to speak. The shock potent in my words.

"I told you, I do not repeat myself." He says standing up now, having to actually repeat himself.

"Well you're going to have to this time Dad!" I exclaim as I now too stand up.

The anger is as clear as day in his eyes as is in mine.

It's like fire against ice.

Unfortunately for me, I'm melting and can't do anything about it.

"Roger!" My mother says as she too slips into the study with my sister in tow.

Just then everything dawns on me.

They knew.

Both of them knew and neither of them had the decency to tell me.

I could have at least been prepared.

"Samantha please."

Almost immediately my mother silences herself but still walks up to my father.

I glance at her with pleading eyes, begging for her to reason with him.

She is my mother. She has to do something. I know she would never agree to such a thing. But she remains silent.

"Why do I have to-," I pause as I take in a deep breath.

I have to stay calm.

If I don't I'll only rile my father up more and then there will be no negotiations with him. At all.

I try to continue my sentence;

"Why do I have to marry someone? Someone I have never met."

Just the thought makes tears well up into my eyes.

"It will be good for the business," my father starts out calmly, "You do not have enough practical knowledge in regards to the business industry."