CHAPTER 2

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David was the only one to attend my graduation since he was the only one who knew I had attended college in the first place. He paid for everything throughout my education and I was grateful for that. He never restricted me much either. Yes, he could be a bit overprotective but that was because our parents really threw me into his life and made me his responsibility out of the blue. He was a twenty-two year old trying to figure out his own life when suddenly he was made responsible for someone else's life.

David was caring and supportive for the most part. The only negative to him was his anger issues. He got angry over the smallest of things! He was still better than his lunatic of a father...I don't want to see that man any time soon. We got along well when we weren't at each other's throats. Apart from our constant bickering we showed affection towards each other when it suited us. It just happened. Being stuck together for a couple years does that to you.

"Taylor do you want to come with us to an after-party tonight?" Jemima, my project buddy asked. I absolutely loved going to parties but David always claimed that college parties weren't safe. He should know. He's been to a million!

"I'll think about it." And by thinking about it I mean asking David if I can go. He was standing in the crowd of overly excited parents waiting for me patiently.

"Hi!" I greeted him with a hug which made him flinch but he returned the gesture when he got used to it.
He adjusted my cap before critically examining my face.

"What do you want?" He is always so suspicious. He is always right to be suspicious. His eyes narrowed in a way which told me it better be important so I just shrugged the idea out of my head and said "Nothing."

"Good, because we are going home today."

Well that was unexpected. "Why?"

He rubbed the back of his neck stressfully. "Our parents want us where they can see us."

"Figures..."

David never had any free time under his father's watchful eye. He didn't have time to watch movies with me anymore, he didn't go shopping with me anymore, we couldn't spend all night talking and laughing about silly things until the sun came up because most nights he wasn't even home.
We kind of drifted apart. I focused on my business while he focused on his. Our fights became more constant and lasted longer but we were still friendly to each other when we cooled down.

Very soon I got used to him not being around. My business was growing quickly so I didn't even have the time to care. I miss how we used to be before his meanie of a father crushed him with the weight of an entire business claiming he had enough time to arrange his thoughts.
My mother-in-law, on the other hand, was just like my mother; quiet, dismissive and submissive. The perfect trophy wives, hanging on their husbands every abusive word.

I refuse to follow in their footsteps. I do care for David but not enough to become no better than a display. He helped me when my own parents sold me, he went against his father's wishes to grant me the education I wanted and he never forced me into doing anything I wasn't comfortable doing. The most he's done is kiss me on the cheeks when I gave him the permission.
I am grateful for that.
Besides, I only recieve that type of affection from him when he's drunk so it's not daily or constant or anything. It's dependent.

There is no denying that Alex loves this marriage arrangement more than anyone. To him I've provided him a life time bestie! That boy is truly an idiot.

The more you live with someone the more reason you find to constantly bicker. For example, we just fought over who starts the most arguments...like?

Obviously no one would accept defeat so we just stayed pissed at each other the whole day until David apologized first as always; with a bit of an attitude if I must add.

I don't even know how these topics arise but if we don't fight within two minutes of being together we don't see the point of being together at all.

That is our complicated relationship in summary. How it started and how it's going. Now I don't even know where it's going but I'll find out. The future is just behind a curtain. I just need to tug hard enough to  reveal it.

AUTHORS NOTE
Hi guys! So I didn't know what Taylor would look like initially but after some time I thought this picture suited her well.

AUTHORS NOTEHi guys! So I didn't know what Taylor would look like initially but after some time I thought this picture suited her well

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It's a bit over the top...this model is really pretty but it's fiction so🤗❤️

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