The life I never wanted.

Chapter 11

Here is the new chapter. The story should become a bit more interesting now. If not, I'll try harder. Here is chapter 11. Enjoy.

Chapter 11:

I felt as though time had stopped. This couldn’t be happening to me. Lucien couldn’t be the one I was marrying. I thought back to all the things that had happened that were related to him. The flash of recognition in his eyes the first time they locked with mine. The weird dream I had where he had called me his Queen and I claimed to love him. Then there was the moment we bumped into each other. It made me believe he was just another stuck up prick. Fuck, this couldn’t be real.

“For fuck sake.” Was the first thing to come out of my mouth, causing all the adults to look at me in shock. I guess they hadn’t expected me to be foul mouthed.

“Issaelya!” Scolded Alexander.

 I looked around the room from the surprised faces of my ‘parents’ and my future in-laws to the smug yet cold glare of Lucien. I glared back before standing and turning to Piotr and Viktoria.

“I am terribly sorry to do this but I have to get out of here.” I sent them an apologetic smile and then brushed past Lucien to get out of the room.

After retracing our steps, I found myself back outside in the fresh air. I kicked off the heels and left them discarded in the driveway because my feet began to hurt. I also ripped the skirt of my dress so I could walk faster, or even run. I ended up heading into the woods. Deep down, I knew I would probably get hurt or lost, maybe both, but I didn’t care. I needed time to think.

I knew I didn’t want to marry before my eighteenth birthday and now I knew who I was supposed to be marrying I was even more certain. Maybe I could call it off. And if that didn’t work, I could run away and re-enroll into school and the re-build my friendships.

I hadn’t realised I’d begun crying until a sob was ripped from my throat. Looking up at the moon, I remembered how much I missed my old life. Back when I wasn’t noble. Back when I wasn’t in an arranged marriage. Back when I could wear what I wanted and back when I had a normal life with normal friends who did normal things. I would never be able to giggle with Rae about the comments she made about hot guys we saw in the street. I would never be able to study with Shauna and then just end up laughing about something that had happened earlier that day instead of doing work. I would never be able to tease Trent about how smitten he was and how quick he was to spoil Shauna when she was upset. I would never be able to see any of them ever again.

That thought alone caused me to collapse to the forest floor as uncontrollable sobs shook my entire being. I knew that all the make-up that had been painstakingly applied had begun to streaking down my face in angry black lines, but I didn’t care. I huddled myself up against a tree and started pulled the pins and clips out of my hair before throwing them to the ground. I simply didn’t care if I looked as though I had been attacked or hit by a car. I didn’t ask for this life, I wanted my old one back. I blocked out everything and just sat against the tree with my knees against my chest as I cried over the things I had lost in a matter of days. Crying over the things I would never get back.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t hear my name being called or the sound of approaching footsteps. At first, I thought about getting up and moving further into the woods but knew that would only cause more trouble for myself.

I didn’t look up when the footsteps stopped in front of me. I didn’t want to because I wanted to cry until I had no tears left.

A cough brought my attention to the figure before me. The moonlight illuminated their features perfectly. Of course it couldn’t be Alexander or Lorna that found me. It was Lucien.

“What do you want?” I bit out harshly. It didn’t seem to affect him. He just stood there stony faced, void of all emotion.

“Your parents are looking for you. I was told to help. We have to get back. They’re worried.” He held out a hand for me. As if I was going to take it.

“Fuck you!” I hissed, getting up on my own all the while glaring at him. “Fuck them. Fuck all of this shit. I never asked for this. Give me one good reason why I should bother going with you.” The tears had started rolling down my face again and, for a second, I thought I saw his face soften before returning to its hard mask.

He reached out his hand to me again, “I already told you. They’re worried about you.”

I batted his hand away. “They have no reason to be. They don’t even know me. None of you do. You all dress me in these fancy clothes and expect me to behave like a prissy little princess. Well I’m not. And I am certainly not their daughter.” I began walking away; sure that it was the right way. It must have been since Lucien didn’t correct me on my direction. Either that or he was doing it so I didn’t get lost.

“You know that isn’t how you really feel. This is who you are.” He was starting to lose the calm façade he had plastered on. You could hear it in his voice.

I didn’t respond to him as we crossed the tree line at the edge of the forest. I saw Alexander trying to comfort a near hysterical Lorna and Piotr was doing the same to Viktoria.

They all rushed over to me as soon as they noticed me. I stood still as they fussed and coddled me. Then I snapped.

“Can we just go, please?” I almost shouted. All of them looked at me abruptly. I continued in a quieter voice, “Can we please just go home. Please?” Even I could hear the desperation in my voice as I started blinking back more tears.

The four of them shared a look but didn’t argue on the matter. I got into the car and sat in silence. The entire ride home Alexander and Lorna seemed to realise that I needed time alone. In truth though, I didn’t want to be alone but with my friends and the people who raised me.

Later that night, I dropped into bed without bothering to change before falling into a fitful sleep.

A/N:

Next chapter might be up this weekend, so look out for that. If not, have a lovely weekend. Buh Bye now.

Karla.D.