Forced love

Chapter four

Chapter four.
Katherine's pov:

I had not left "my bedroom" since the incident at dinner. I didn't want to see nor talk to any of the members of his family right now.

But I found the whole thing weird. Why marry me when he isn't even going to speak to me. He hasn't said a word directly to me ever since we met. Not that it bothers me, but still.

I don't know how long I've been sitting in here. All I know is that I don't want to go to sleep. My bedroom door have a lock, but no key. And I do not trust the people in this house. I would prefer not to wake up to someone slitting my throat or shooting a bullet through my head.

Suddenly I heard steps from outside of my door. Heels from the sound of it. It stopped and then a knock on my door.

"Katherine, are you awake?" Alice asked. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly.

"Hello." She smiled. I could see her smile was genuine, not like the one my mother put on in front of my dad. Hers was real same as the first smile she gave me at dinner. Only this time I smiled back.

She took that as a welcome and stepped in. I stood by the door as she set herself down at the foot of the bed.

"I am deeply sorry about my husband's behavior. He tend to overreact at little things." She apologized for his behavior, but really it was me who made him act up.

I shock my head. "It was my fault as well." My voice was calm around her. I didn't feel like snapping at her or make sarcastic comments.

"He doesn't understand that we are new to you, and that he can't expect you to be happy about all this straight away." She looked down at her lap feeling sorry it seemed.

"Silas too isn't so happy about this, but I think if you two try to talk you will get along just well." A ridiculous smile formed my lips that I tried to hide. He doesn't want to speak to me and I don't want to talk to him, so why even try.

She stood up from the bed. "Well me and Richard are going away for a few days so you and Silas can get to know each other on your own first." She looked at me hoping I would give her a smile in return. Thinking that I too would think it was a good idea. But I did not, absolutely NOT!

"Try to talk to him at least." She said as she walked past me giving me a light clap on the shoulder and disappeared through the door.

Hah, she's funny. There is no way in hell I will talk to her son willingly.

Ugh I already know I'll get bored in this house. Tomorrow I have to get out of here for a bit. Maybe not just for a bit. Maybe I'll just stay out. Huh who knows.

I opened my suitcase checking what I had packed. Yeah—definitely many unnecessary thing. I found a book at the bottom of the suitcase and decided to read until I fell asleep.

I made sure to put one of many knives I had packed under my pillow just in case. You never know when you need it. And I predict that in this house it will be very needed.

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I woke up abruptly the next morning. First I had totally forgotten where I was. All I knew was that my knife was still there. From my confusion and the loud banging on the door, I went from laying in bed not making a single move to jumping to my feet and throwing the knife straight at the door.

The banging stopped. "What the fuck was that?" A irritated male voice asked. I froze actually hoping it would be his father.

The door swung open and my hopes and prayers had not been answered. He stood tall in a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up halfway revealing his tan tattooed arms.

My legs were frozen to the ground as he stepped inside. "I did not say you could come in." I snarled at him.

He ignored me and took a look at the other side of the door, where my knife was. He pulled it out of the door having to use a good amount of strength.

With his back turned to me I took the opportunity to take him in. His appearance. The muscles on his back moving as he moved. I knew they were there even if I couldn't see. I didn't get to study him for long before he turned.

"Nice throw." That was all he said before disappearing out the door again, and with my knife in hand.

Thief!

"Breakfast is ready." He yelled to me from the hallway.

I felt like screaming but instead I walked over to the door slamming it shut. The only painting on the wall fell down making my mood worse.

I changed into a big sweater and some long black leggings before walking downstairs. The long staircase took forever to walk down. I had taken extra long time changing in hope he might be gone when I came down.

I walked the same way as I had yesterday leading me to the dining room, from there I found the kitchen just by.

Walking in I did not find what I expected. Two guys I had never seen before sat at a table eating and laughing at each other.

I stood in silence studying them. Only from the back. One had black hair like me and the other a light brown shade. Both well built it seemed. The one with the brown hair laughed loudly at something they talked about, and suddenly he turned his head to me still in laughter.

He raised a eyebrow as he saw me still studying them, not bothered being caught checking them out. "And who are you?" He asked with a slight smirk. Now the other guy turned as well.

Just before I got to answer someone walked up behind me answering first. "This is Katherine." He said as he walked passed me still my knife in hand. He threw it several times in the air catching it every time.

"Stop answering for me." I said and walked over to where the food stood. The two guys following my every move.

"I'm Ezra." The guy with the brown hair said. His eyes fixed on me as I grabbed a sandwich and bit into it.

"Who is this lady friend of yours Silas?" Ezra asked without looking away from me.

I looked over at my knife still in his hand and the second he put it down I reached over and grabbed it.

He frowned at me and dragged a hand through his hair.

"I am no friend of his." Was the last I said before walking away from them.

Authors note:

Ugh yeah I know, the characters may seem a little boring right now, but the book just started so if you continue reading you will get to know them better. They both have very shut off personality's.

Quote: Some people just need a high five...in the face...with a chair...