Y/n had been not a 2p, or if she were Belarus, he might have scared her. Instead just made her angry. She pushed him so she had space. "No it's not. I don't want to get married to you or anyone else. Being forced to will certainly not change how I feel about it. So it's simply just that it does not happen at all.", she said.
Oliver looked furious but still had a giant manic looking smile. "Oh, poppet. You don't really feel that way. It's okay to be scared but everything will be fine. You, me, the baby, and Patrick will make one big happy family. You belong with me, poppet.", he said.
"I belong with fucking no one. You least of all, Douchebag. We are not getting married.", she yelled. Oliver went to say something but the door to elevator opened on the first floor. Oliver grabbed Y/n's sleeve and dragged her from the elevator. He raced out of the hotel and into the parking lot.
There Y/n spotted the rest of them standing next to 2 giant taxis and they a pink haired 12 year old with them. Oliver let go of her and Y/n continued walking towards the van. Everyone began climbing. Y/n was then grabbed and forced to sit right next to Oliver. It was really uncomfortable for her.
The last person climbed in and the doors closed the taxi driver took off. They spent the next 20 minutes in silence with Y/n wondering if jumping out of speeding car was a good idea. Then they arrived at restaurant and everyone climbed out of the cab and Oliver paid the driver while Y/n debated running away.
She decided against it. They walked inside the restaurant. Y/n took in a deep breathe and vomited onto the floor.
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It's all my 1p's fault.
FanfictionY/n L/n is the 2p of c/n. She hacks, murders people, and gets into fights on a regular basis. Her life is perfect. That is until her 1p gets herself knocked up and Y/n finds herself pregnant and thrust into a marriage she didn't want. I don't own he...
