Forced Bride

Chapter # 15

In a deserted place, there was Brian's car. Frozen blood in the corner of his lips, throbbing pain through his head, lost consciousness for over a day and was weak enough to raise his head up from the steering wheel of the car. He opened his eyes, but was not able to see where or from when he was here.

He slowly pulled himself up and sat back. He saw some empty outdoor place where he was present that time, his car keys were placed on the dashboard, everything was near him and he had no idea since when he had lost consciousness. A sudden bad pain rushed through his head, his legs were in pain and he remembered. He looked at his phone but the battery was out. He somehow started the car and was thankful it was fine.

When in the morning Meredith came back home, she was still trying to get in contact with Brian, not wanting to believe he was dead because then John would have told them without taking a second. But John just wanted everything but not him dead. She was roaming around the living room, when a servant came and told her she saw Brian coming.

Meredith ran outside and saw him getting out of the car while hurting the each second he was moving. She ran to him, "Brian.. Oh, God. look at you.." She was close to crying, and hugged him slightly. She pulled away and held his arm and helped him walk inside the house. "I didn't think he would do this to you, really. I thought you went somewhere after- where were you? Why didn't you tell us?"

"Let me get inside first, okay?" They went in and he sat on the couch. Meredith kept standing in front of him, a tear fell down her cheek after looking at him. "He.. told me I was late. I couldn't kill him, because he ordered them to beat me until I went unconscious, but they put me in a car and went somewhere. When I opened my eyes, I was in my car."

She sat on her knees and held his hand. "A day has passed since.. Ebert was with me the whole time after you went there. We asked him but obviously he wouldn't tell. He was with me then the whole day we tried to find you, reach you, our parents were helpless at the same time.. Their parents were more helpless than us, John Bernard would never ever care about them and keep.. her.. But, we also are no less than helpless messes. Ebert-"

"I don't want to hear his name."

He softly said while looking down at her. She was quiet and shocked for a moment, then began to say, "What? Why? What's his-"

Both heard footsteps coming and turned their face at the side and saw their face was coming towards them. When he was closer, his steps stopped and his eyes were full of tears when not even a few seconds later when he saw him. He looked down and placed his hand to his forehead.

"I want to ask Francesca's parent's forgiveness. I want them to punish me because I'm the only reason why this is happening. I want to tell them I will bring her back." He said in a croaked and hurting voice. His father did not look at him after hearing it, that he was saying something even though he didn't know how it would be done.

Francesca finally let herself out of that wedding dress and changed into a pair of jeans and simple blue full sleeved shirt. She changed her clothes, but did not go downstairs as he said, she kept sitting on the couch with a straight face.

After a while, John just got in and stood in front of her, looking down at her. She stood up but didn't look at him and crossed her arms at her chest. "Leave me alone. You thought you would leave me speechless after I saw you made Ebert bring all my clothes from my home, then you are wrong." She turned her face to him, "I still know I will get away from you one day."

John smirked, "What did I tell you? Get yourself out from these useless daydreams, girl. It's annoying to me, and wastes your mind to let these thoughts wander around. Come, let's have breakfast." He leaned to her face and said in a low voice. "Everyone thinks I really love you. So I don't want to show them the opposite." Smirk not leaving the entire time, he slowly pulled back.