Obsessed

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- Anastasia

"Anastasia come down!" My mother yells. Oh gosh. I make my way down the stairs and see everyone dressed ever so elegantly. "Why aren't you dressed?" She shouts, looking at me disgustedly. "We have a visitor coming and I will not let you embarrass us!" She shouts again. "Sorry.." I run back upstairs to my bedroom and I try to find something in my closet, when something catches my eye..

My jaw drops, I've never seen this here before?

I quickly get changed into the dress and brush out my hair. I decide to leave it straight. I slip on my heels and quickly walk down the stairs. I step into the dining room and sit down when I notice my mother and sister whispering. "She looks like a whore." I hear my sister say. "Yeah, he's not going to pick her when she's looking that that." Pick me? Who's going to pick me?

I choose to ignore it when someone knocks on the door. "Eeek!" My sister squeaked, obviously exited as she fixes her posture.

After a few minutes I hear footsteps approaching, I look towards the door and see a man walk in. Holy moly he's fine?? He looks around 20. As soon as he steps into the dining room my sister looks right at him, pouting her lips and twirling her hair. I sit back in my chair, looking down at my phone when suddenly I feel something pinch my arm. It was my father. "Put the damn phone down Anastasia, I'll talk to you after dinner." He says, well, whispers.

The person that one of us have to marry and my sister speak with eachother and I can't help but notice how sharp his jawline is.. My sister sees me staring and throws me a dirty look, causing me to look away.

After about a half an hour, we finish up dinner and my father asks him a question. "So, who will you choose to marry?" My eyes widen, marry? He has to choose someone to marry? I look at him and see that he's already looking at me. "Her." He motions towards me. "What?" I say, shocked while my sister says the same thing, but in a more angry tone.

"You can't marry her! You haven't even spoken to her!" My sister yells, but he just glared at her. "Anastasia, I need to speak with you. Privately." My father says. He walks to another room and I follow him, knowing what's about to happen.

As soon as the door closes, he gives me a hard slap on the cheek. "How DARE you take this man from your sister." He hits me again. "You are not fit enough to be his wife!" He hits me again. "You are too ugly for him, you are nothing like your sister!" And again. "You must get back out there and tell him that you will not marry him! Do you hear my words girl?" I don't respond. "Answer me!" He shouts loudly, hitting me once more, causing me to fall limp on the floor.

Everyone hears him and they all stare at me on the floor. I begin to try and stand up but I fail, and I swear I heard Danielle laugh at me. The mafia guy comes over and picks me up bridal style. "None of you will EVER be seeing Anastasia again, am I understood? If I hear that you have laid a hand on her before this time then you will never see the light of day again." He yells at my father, carrying me out and taking me to his car.

He puts me into the back seat and climbs into the other side, leaving the middle seat between us. "T..thank you." I say quietly, he ignores me. I decide to not say anything else.

"Does he always hit you?" He asks after a bit of silence. "Uh, why do you care?" I ask him. "Why wouldn't I care?" He reply's, looking right at me with an intimidating stare. "I don't know." I break eye contact with him. "Anastasia, look at me." He demands, causing me to look at him. "If he ever tries to touch you again, you tell me. Okay?" He says. "Okay." I respond.

The car stops at this massive house. I've never seen one so big! The mafia guy gets out of the car and walks into the house. I open and close my door, following him. He turns around and looks at me. "Did you need something?" He asks. "Oh uh, no." I turn and walk away. "Do you even know where you're going?" He says, grabbing my wrist making me look at him. "Follow me, I'll show you your room." He begins to walk in another direction and I follow behind, struggling to keep up with him.

""So, what's your name?" I ask, trying to start up a conversation. "Damien." He says sounding uninterested. "Uh, how old are you?" I ask. "19" he responds. "Bit young to be a mafia boss." I laugh, thinking it was funny. He turns around. "Oh yeah? And what do you know about the mafia?" He says coldly. "Not much." I say quickly. "Where are you f-" he cuts me off. "Do you ever stop talking?" He says rudely. "Sorry." I go quiet. "There's your room." He says while walking away.

I open the door and see a bland room, with beige walls and white bedding. It'll do. I sit down on the bed and begin opening my bag, and putting away my things when I get a text on my phone.

"Anastasia, I just wanted to let you know that you and him won't last long. I'll find a way to break you too up." From Danielle? Why would she do that? I wonder. I turn my phone off and decide to not respond.