Caged

CHAPTER ONE

"Cecilia, it's time to get up!" My dad said excitedly, pulling the blanket off me. I jumped up, gasping for air as I felt my hair stand up. I immediately felt the coldness hit my skin. I reached over to grab my blanket but my dad pulled it further back.

"Get the hell up Cecilia. Get ready too" he said, heading for the door. I rush getting off my bed, dragging my feet along the floor. My dad stopped walking with no movement at all.

"Make sure to dress...appropriately" he said, actually exiting my room this time. Walking over to my bathroom, I had my fingertips running along the wall. As my fingertips made contact with the wall, grass with vines and flowers grew where I touched. I stopped walking and looked at my dead vern.

I lightly touched it, aliving the vern. I closed my bathroom door and took off my nightgown. Turning the shower knobs and stepping in. As I stood there, I slowly kept pushing my hair back, feeling the warmth of the water.

I applied shampoo, then conditioner. Washing my body in the process. I made sure to wash myself properly in every area. After double checking, I shut the water off. Grabbing my towel from the rack and wrapping it around my naked body. I just stood there, in the bathtub with my towel on.

I was just standing there thinking, about my life. I step out of the bathtub. Slowly walking over to my walk-in closet, while at the same time drying myself. Looking through my clothes, I thought back to what my father said, "make sure to dress appropriately".

I was debating whether or not to go against what he said. But doing so would cause me to have less freedom inside my own house. I started looking through my dresses, trying to find one that was "appropriate" enough.

Meaning to My Father's standards. I wish I had a say in what I wore. I never get a say for anything as usual. After completely drying off I had finally found the perfect dress to wear. It was a light pastel blue colored dress, it was knee length.

After putting on a bra and panties, I slowly put the dress on. My hair was still soaking, I didn't even care if it caused watermarks on my dress. Walking back to the bathroom, I got my brush and brush through it. I normally curl my hair but today I did not feel like doing so.

After I got completely ready, I left my room making my way downstairs. While I was walking down, I began to hear voices. Two...no three male voices. One of which is my dad, and I recognized George's voice...but I am unfamiliar with the third.

I started thinking that my dad threw a small birthday party for me. Since today is the 26th of March, I turned 16 today. When I reach the bottom of the steps, me thinking I was going to get a surprise birthday party faded. I knew immediately when my father rushed over to me just to talk about what he wants for my future.

"Oh sweetie, George is here! The both of us would like to talk about your future. It looks really bright right now!" My dad told me with a big smile on his face. He's somewhat looked a little tipsy. He barely drinks and when he does it's one or two shots and that's it. He never really wanted to take up drinking because his side of the family has a long line of alcohol abusers.

His dad, my grandpa actually abused him when he was my age. It was only ever when he was drunk. My dad took my hand, and led me into the living room. There I saw George, and a young man sitting behind him. He looks about my age or older. I stopped walking as I just stared at the two.

"Cecilia come sit down! We'd like you to meet someone" George said motioning his hand toward the other couch. I walked over to it and sat down lightly, as my dad sat right beside me. I was just staring at the ground until George started speaking again. "Cecilia this is Aaron, and he is my son. He just turned 24 two months ago. Your father and I would like to discuss something with you regarding my son and you" George said with a smile as big as my father gave earlier.

My heart started sinking, despite not knowing what's going to be said. My father looked at me and then grabbed my hand. Bringing it close to his chest. "You and Aaron are getting married!" My dad told me.

I felt my heart finally reach the bottom of this dark and empty hole inside of me. I was speechless, hoping that what he said was a joke. It sounded crazy since he was 8 years older than me, but then again my father is cruel.

I should have seen this coming.