My psycho side

Engagement party

Jeff opens the car door for me and I enter with no argument. He takes his seat behind the wheel and starts the car. After a while of silence,

"You will be staying with me in my mansion from now on." I thought all the weird surprises would stop but here I am again. Decisions are being made for me like am a year old.

I don't say anything and just stare outside the window seeing us pass by so many buildings that I wish I could just fade away like they do. A stray tear drops on my lap and I quickly wipe it away.

About an hour or so, we're in front of a large mansion that I know it's for Lincoln so am guessing it's Jeff's since I've been to their house once or twice.

"Welcome to your new home. Come, let's go in." He gestures with a nod of his head and slides his filthy hands on the small of my back. The urge to break loose and completely destroy that hand of his overwhelms me but a voice in my head stops me.

He leads me inside the house and into the spacious living room. I don't bother to look around because am not in the slightest bit interested in the interior or exterior of this building.

"Can I get you anything?"

"No. I'm fine. I just want to rest a bit."

"Ok. Let me show you to your room." He leads me to a room adjacent to his room where I'll be sleeping until "We get married" according to him. At least he has the decency to give me some privacy til that day of the non existent wedding. Yes, non existent. I'm not marrying this man. Come rain, come sunshine. I will find a way out of this by then. The wedding is still three months away. That should be enough time.

"I still have a lot to do so I'll be going out. Don't wait up for me and definitely don't miss me." As if. I wouldn't even think of him much more wait or miss him. Idiot.

He kisses my cheek and leaves the room and immediately the door is shut behind him, I wipe away the lingering feeling of his lips on my cheek. How disgusting.

I look around the room and am happy it's spacious and very well illuminated. I guess dad must have told them about my fear of the dark. I smile beside myself. He at least is observant. I move to the closet and open it. My belongings are there. That bastard's work. So these guys planned everything out so perfectly. I really hate them.

Well since everything is here, I might as well just settle. I take a quick bath and change into something comfy and take a seat at the table at the extreme corner of the room. I open my diary. It's been a while since I wrote anything in it.

Today William is sneaking me out to go meet Jacob and am so happy. William has been like a brother to me ever since mom passed away. He hurt me before but he said he only did that because dad was keeping a close eye on him and if he didn't do it, someone else would've done it but in a brutal way. I thought he was one of dad's lackeys but he proved otherwise. He loved and cared for me and I've grown to love him like a sister would her brother. I look up to him cause he gives me the strength to go on.

That's the last I ever wrote and a lot has happened since then. Jacob and William are both dead, I am engaged and living with my fiance. It's hell.

I draw my pen out of my bag and start writing everything that happened between then and now. It takes me about three hours writing all that cause I keep breaking down. After I finish writing, I feel my chest tighten with every step I take towards the bed. Everything comes crushing down on me. The heavy weight of mom, Jacob and William's deaths keep replaying in my head. Imagines of Jeff kissing my temple and the reality of everything that happened in less than a month haunt me. I take a seat on the bed and let everything out of my chest. I cry for what feels like eternity until I hear a slight knock on my door.