All Cloaked Up For You

Chapter 33 - Sophia

"NO! I won't wear the dress. It looks too tight." I disclosed. "It's not Sophia," he directed. "It's not tight?" I asked. He rolled his eyes and forced the material on me. I hate when an old dude strips you one by one and eyes you down before shoving you into a tube of cloth called a dress. I hate dresses. "Better," he said. He smirked and I wanted to slap that smirk off his face so bad. I can't I'm pretending to be a nice fiance so he doesn't know shit. 

"Wear the ring, make it look like I proposed to you just two weeks ago on a Wednesday," he divulged. "Alright, Alright," I said and snatched the ring and placed it on my fingers. I shudder at the ring as it shined brightly on my finger. I didn't want this. I now know marriage will be soon. Way too soon. He walked out of my bedroom with a grin and closed my door. I let out a block of air and stared at the window. No C.M.

Someone came and knocked on the door, too bad I can't answer it because Joe got the lock. It was someone special. The guy rolled up in a nice suit. "Ah Jeffery, I never expected to see you," Joe greeted. "We are cousins, after all, we have to support each other," Jeffery said. I peeked out my head from the door so I could hear the sounds clearer. "Come into the living room, I want to show you my wife I was talking about," Joe said. 

As they stepped into the living room area, I was annoyed. I didn't want to get out and meet Joe's fucking family. They are all dickheads like Joe Tumbleweed because they are power-hungry like Joe himself. "Sophia, babe, come and say hi to my cousin," he said. I came out the door with the dress he forced me into. "Hello, Jeffery, I expected you." I greeted. I want to yell that I am a two-snake bitch that happens to want to kill Joe. 

Jeffery gave me a whisk of a glare then looked at Joe in disappointment. "Joe, a youngin?" he gasped. "Are you crazy? You are marrying her?" he asked. Joe nods. Jeff gives a big sigh. "I thought you are going to stop crazing more about this Madeline Windsor shit," he retorted. Joe wrapped his arms around me. "Well I have the inheritance so, I can do what I want. Besides, you don't have any power. You just supply me news from the city," Joe reminded.

Jeffery was fuming after that news. "Now tell me, what is going on in the city," Joe demanded. Jeffery calmed down. "There's nothing much in the city. The government the same, the people the same, no crimes in the city so far because you decided to block the border between the city and wasteland," Jeffery explained. I was trapped in this house for I don't know 3 days and I just now know about Joe closing the border between the city.

Joe gave me a side hug and clutched onto my arm. I slammed my fist against his chest. "You didn't tell me about closing the border?" I yelled. I looked at this man in disgust and pushed him out of my grasp. "Sophia, I just didn't want you to see C.M. ever. I worry you will marry off with him," he pleaded. "No, I don't want to marry him I want to marry you. Trust me" I manipulated. "Sophia, no I just can't let you off with that man," he stated again. 

"After 3 days I live in this house you give me gray hair already" I exaggerated. He reached his hands closer to me and I pushed it away. "I been here and lived in the wasteland for all my life. If you liked me not because of Madeline, you would have known what I like. Well, you don't know what I like," I flubbed. "Sophia, I-" he tried to talk but I interrupted. "No, you would probably think I like plants right?" I asked. "I-" he said. 

"You do" I interrupted once again. "I hate you, I think you never like me to begin with. I think you like whatever this Madeline is. I know you are using me. I know of it," I hissed. I closed my door and grabbed a nearby chair and put it under the door knob. If this bedroom door doesn't have a lock, then I will make my lock. I secretly smiled as I placed the chair perfectly. Now I can be in peace and think whatever I want. No Joe Tumbleweed for a while. 

"Sophia!" He screamed through the door. "Shut up! You don't care about me all you care about is Madeline, You treat me the same as Madeline" I manipulated. At the same time, I feel bad for manipulating Joe, I feel like I need to do more to avenge my dad. "Look Sophia, maybe you were right about me. I'm a long lover of Madeline Windsor. I want to talk now. I want to talk things out," he guilted. I removed the chair and placed it in the corner quickly. 

I didn't want to show him how did I lock the door. "Look, whatever you want, whatever you need, I'm listening. I'm ready to care about you," he insisted. He looks at me deep into my eyes. "I'm not Madeline, I know somewhere in you there's Madeline written over my face. I hate it. I hate you for it. I can't believe I trusted you even when you killed my dad" I lied. "Just like how you didn't tell me about the closing wasteland's border," I remarked. 

He glinted daggers at me. "Sophia. You don't say," he digressed. "I said it loud and clear, you know how much those library in the city means to me? I like reading. I hate the damn plants you put that. I hate it, I hate you. You don't want to know shit for my sake because all you care is about Madeline. Your precious Madeline," I spat. He tried to hug me. I was too taking fake pity on myself that I pushed him away. 

"Joe, whatever going on there, I know it's an arranged marriage. The council could have canceled you for that. I'm going to the council. I don't want to see another young girl falling under your hands again." Jeffery said through the door and rushed to the front door. I felt Joe's realization of blackmail pushing against me and ran to the door. I was still in my bedroom when I heard arguing. They were outside I believe. I heard a grunt, not so friendly one. 

The next thing I heard was gunshots coming out from Joe's pistol. My eyebrows furrowed as I covered my ears after the first sound of irritation. Then when a silent sound of death, I covered my legs with my arm. Joe has killed his only family for the sake of power. No one is ever going to have his inheritance now, he's the end of the bloodline. I hope so. I can't imagine what my wedding will be like. That could happen to me at my wedding. Dead.  I know it.