Forced Bride

Chapter # 14

Another tear of helplessness rolled down on her cheek, and she weakly put her hand on his arm, which was close to her face, and said. "Why do you- why do you keep getting your hands on me? Why do you keep touching me? After all that is happening to me because of you.." With all the courage she had on her at that time, she pulled his hand away from her face. "I can't take this!"

He removed his hand from her other side as well and slowly began to pull back, and she continued in her croaked and angry voice.

"Go away and leave me alone at least now! At least at a time like this when I have to endure the fact whatever I live today, don't you understand? What do you now want to do with me when you let all the things out like you wanted?"

John again began to lean down at her and opened his mouth to reply in his usual desire to always tell her what her place is, but his phone began to ring. Her wide angry eyes at him, and his arrogant one at her, stopped at each other when another sound joined them in the room for the first time.

Francesca didn't move her eyes and herself, already not finding a place to run at the moment. John stood back and took out his phone from his pocket, and walked out of the room while picking it up.

When he slammed the door close, she looked back and began to yell at him. "Go! I don't understand why you come to this room now anyway! Leave me alone even for a simple day!"

Just when she was done speaking, she started sobbing again. She held her hand in which he forcefully slid the ring on her finger, and sat holding it for a complete minute. Bearing the pain she gave on her hand each time he made her wear that ring.

After a while, John's mother entered her room and stepped just at the doorstep. She saw her back, that she was facing the front sitting on the end of the bed, looking down, still in the dress she was wearing this morning. Not that she cared about any of those, just here to do what John asked her to.

She stood straight and called her. "Girl, come with me."

Francesca pulled the urge again, wanting to rip that ring out of her finger, back inside her, although the pain was killing her. The pain during the process of how that ring got there, and remembering that each time of looking at it. She looked back and asked coldly,

"Where?"

His mother took a step back, and waited for her to come out. Francesca understood nothing existed in this world which could make her expect anything from them, and looked ahead again. She wiped her tears off her face, got up from the bed and made her way straight out of the room without looking back. Because there was nothing actually in that room that was hers.

Her eyes were void as she didn't stop walking altogether when she followed his mother to somewhere far from that room in their mansion. His mother and she stopped before an aesthetically beautiful matte brown colored double door, and opened it as an entrance to John's room was there before eyes.

After opening the doors, she looked at her and said, "You will stay in this room as from this night. Go in."

Francesca stayed firm, began to take her steps inside the huge, perfectly decorated with out of the world furniture, the room of the Prince of this house, without knowing it. And because she kind of thought anyone could tell her to go to whatever place they wanted her in, she didn't have anything to do in this place so it didn't matter to her what place she would be sitting enduring these people.

She was in a state which does not allow her to take a look around this room enough to realize why she was in this kind of room, and sat on the end of the couch she first saw after entering the room. She placed her legs up the couch and leaned back, that's when the room came all clear to her eyes.