FORCED TO MARRY ETHAN

SHOWING YOUR TRUE COLORS

I glanced at him a couple of times, I mean a lot. And might have stared because he cleared his throat and rolled his eyes.

"I- sorry...I'm Luna..." I utter with a nervous smile but he didn't even dare to look at me nor speak.

"Ok..." I said under my breath, anyway, I have been in this car for 2 hours and it's getting really hot, And you're probably like I should open the window but HE wanted it closed.

"Are you sure, you don't want me to open the window, I mean it's very hot in here...?" He glared at me and replied, "Don't you ever shut up, God, you can't stop talking."

EXCUSE ME, When did he get so rude and disrespectful? All I asked was a question, A question...

"Forget it...I don't even know why my dad brought me here in the first place..." I mumble under my breath.

"What was that, speak up, because your dad is probably greedy for money..." He says with a slight smirk.

"Ok, BUT AT LEAST MY DAD DOESN'T FORCE ME TO MARRY PEOPLE," I reply, frustrated because who does he think he is. I know he's not a fucking Prince or King, he needs some manners. And as I thought I won the argument, he says, "Your dad did the same damn thing to you, idiot."

Ok fine he wins...But serious question when are we going to get there? I swear he tugging on my last nerve, I know he's upset about this whole situation, and I am also, but he could at least have some respect.

I miss the old him...Where he was kind and soft. Where he would laugh at everything I said or anyone in general. He always had a huge smile, showing his missing teeth. But I guess he had grown up and I can't do anything about it.

But a couple of words that had come out of his mouth, hurt me, hadn't he remembered he gave that to me before he left, I never took it off since, the bracelet.

"That bracelet looks fucking stupid, God, maybe your dad needs the money..." He asserts, making a tear roll down my cheek.

"Sure..."

-

2 hours later, we finally arrived, and I was knocked out, having one of the best dreams of my life until the driver lightly tapped me on the shoulder. And notified me we were here.

"Thank you..." I say, quietly before stepping out of the car. I rubbed my eyes before looking at the mansion. The home I would be staying in for a year, maybe for my life. Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful, amazing home but I didn't want a forced marriage.

Ethan was taking out his luggage from the back of the car while I only had my backpack, I decided to help but he told me not to touch his stuff. So I just went inside.

-

Woah my room was colossal. The fundamental tones were white, dim, and dusty indigo. A chandler was hung from the roof that was dull dark. Furthermore, the lights emitted a dazzling white. My bed looked delicate and warm, with the white and blue sheet material. The walls behind the bed were a beige-white and the surface was molded as squares.

There was a huge shelf confronting the bed that was connected to the wall. There was a 100-inch television and a few items put on the rack. If you walk further down there was an extravagant seating region, with couches and seats. Likewise with an enormous window where you can have an outstanding view. And I had a huge bathroom but I don't want to go into much detail about it.

I barely had anything in my backpack but 3 pairs of pants, 2 skirts, 5 shirts, and 5 bras and panties. I barely had any clothes and with how Ethan's been acting I know he's not going to take me shopping. God, I just want to go home.

I go through my bag and wallet trying to find my credit card but it wasn't there. And I had no money, I guess I'll have to find a job out here.

I then take out a picture frame of me and Ethan from when we were little kids and set it on my nightstand. I was going to show him but it's useless now.

It was around 6 in the evening and I was really tired because of the drive, so I went to bed and covered myself with the soft, comfortable covers before drifting off to sleep.

-

About 2 hours later I woke up to the commotion coming from Ethan's room, which was right next to mine. I got up from the bed and rubbed my eyes, while there was dried drool on my face. I have to admit that nap was amazing but I wanted to check on Ethan to see if he was okay.

But when I walked into the room Ethan and this blonde hair girl was doing the 'devil's tango,' well until I walked in and they immediately stopped to look at me. And my stupid self waved at them and nervously smiled before running back to my room.

EW, I did not want to see that, I'm never going into his room, ever again. I mean how do you find a girl that quick, we've only been here for a couple of hours.

I needed to get that shit out of my head, so I grabbed my laptop and opened YouTube to watch courtrezzy, she was actually funny and enjoyable to watch.

But then about 45 minutes later Ethan walks into my room and slammed my computer closed.

"Hey what the hell is wrong with you...?" I question, frustrated with what he just did.

"Why the fuck would you go in my bedroom and not fucking knock, huh" He interrogates me and I just rolled my eyes and went back on my computer.

But he slammed my computer closed again, "Hello, I'm fucking talking to you, what are you? Deaf?"

"No, BUT I'M TIRED OF HOW YOU BEEN TREATING ME LIKE SHIT, AND ALL I HAVE BEEN WAS NICE TO YOU, YOU'RE SERIOUSLY GETTING ON MY LAST NERVE," I confess, getting out of the seat, about to walk away but he grabs my wrist.

"Don't fucking raise your voice at me again, it won't be fucking good for the both of us." He tells me before letting go of my arm.

"...you've changed..." I mumble under my breath but he heard.

"I changed...what the hell do you mean by that..."

"Forget it...it's nothing..." I say going on to my bed and hugging my pillow, tight to restrain my anger.

He follows me, asking what I meant by my comment and I noticed he glanced at the picture so I quickly flipped it over.

"I- can I see that picture...?" He questions his voice becoming soft but I grab it and run out of the room.

And a couple of minutes later, he randomly pops up in front of me and grabs me by the waist taking the picture out of my hand.

He examines it before saying, "I-...it's you..."

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