His Unwanted Bride ~Editing~

Chapter Three: Tabitha

~*~ Author's Note ~*~

I am warning you now that this chapter includes sexual assault and mentions of abortion. If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please skip to the next chapter.

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He had finished taking care of his needs and sat at the edge of my bed to catch his breath. I lay still on my bed. Thankfully this time he'd only touched me, tracing my intimate areas and my scars with his hand until he found his release as if he enjoyed being the cause of them. His touch revolted me, but I took some peace in the fact that he wasn't actually forcing his way inside me. 

 
I thought back to all the times before. Three different times he had gotten me pregnant. I had lost the first child before I even knew I was pregnant. For the other two, he drugged me and took me to shady doctor's offices across the border to have it "handled" the moment he found out.

It wasn't my children's fault that they had been forced into existence, but he took them from me and that was unforgivable. 

Go clean yourself up, and put makeup on that bruise," he growled. "I don't know why you make me do these things."

I quickly showered and put on some new clothes, opting to throw away my old undergarments that were now covered in 'him'. When I returned to my room, he was all cleaned up, sitting on my bed. 

"Papa got into some trouble, and now you need to help fix this," he spoke without looking at me. "I owe some bad people money, a wealthy family approached me, said that they needed a bride for their son and he had seen you out and about running errands. They offered to pay my debts so we could have a better life in exchange for you. We need to meet with them today to sign the contract. Otherwise the people I owe money to will kill your step mother and your sister, then after making me watch, they'd kill me. They are all I have". 

Maybe it was because for once in this messed-up situation I had the upper hand. "You have nothing. Clarissa comes with me, or I won't do it. You can hit me, you can beat me, you can even rape me, but I won't leave her here."

"I can see if they'll accept that. The man you're marrying, he can't know how damaged you are until you're wed, or he might not take you," he spoke sadly. "You can't sleep with him until you're married."

"Is that how little you think of me? That I'd rip off my clothes the moment I saw him? In case you forgot, all of your "mementos" are in places covered by clothing. I wish I could forget, but I can't I am stuck with them," I yelled.  "Not to mention, I never once wanted any of this, that's why you had to beat me and torture me. That is why you had to threaten the safety of your own fucking child to get what you wanted from me."

"Watch that tone, you are still mine for a few hours," he growled, but I didn't back down. 

"Careful, you don't want to damage the merchandise," I replied, glaring back at him with all the hatred I could muster up. "Because that is all I am right? I was only ever a tool for you to use to get what you wanted. Now you have."

"They sent an outfit they'd like you to wear to the meeting," he mumbled as if wounded and went into the hall. He grabbed a box and placed it at the foot of the bed. I refused to feel any pity for him after all the things he had done to me.

"How much?" I growled at him. 

"How much what?" he asked. 

"How much are they paying you for me?" I yelled.

"10,000," he mumbled.

"That's how little I am worth to you?" I mumbled. He simply stared off in response and left the room, closing the door. Immediately I burst into tears. My future had been decided for me, but at least I had some control. Clarissa would be out of here before she learned what a monster her father truly was.

~*~ Author's Note ~*~

Hello everyone!

Tabitha is off to meet her fiance for the very first time. Will she recognize him, or will he be a complete stranger to her?

Keep reading to find out!

~Clara

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