Sixteen and Married [COMPLETE]

Sixteen and Married. (Arranged Marriage story) Chapter 14

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This part is from another character's point of view. William's. It gives us a chance to see what's inside his head... well more like what's actually happening to him.

Sorry I haven't been uploading, I've been having a mild case of writer's block. I know this is a short chapter, but the next chapter after this is already written. It will be uploaded soon.

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Chapter 14:

Three Weeks Later

(William's Point of View)

It's beautiful in France, I think to myself. After two weeks of avoiding, I finally force myself to the clinic. I calm myself, knowing the results will be positive, nothing can be wrong with me. I'm fine. I know I am.

I take a cab there, and as I get closer to my destination, the nice views fade into gloomy darkness. When I got to the grey building, I shiver. It looks horrifying. I push open the door and I'm greeted by sounds of screams and yells. I can't belong here, I know I can't.

I walk slowly to the desk; a nurse looks up as I appear in front of her.

"Yes, can I help you?" she asks.

"Um...I came in for my report?" I try to act casual, but I know it's not working.

"Name?" she barks.

"William Taylor."

She turns to her computer and taps at the keyboard, and then she stands up, heads towards the shelf and takes out a folder. "Here you go."

I take the folder with my shaking hands, nod my thanks, and leave this place. Once I'm outside, I hail a cab back into the sunny France, where life is buzzing, and people are cheerfully milling around. I find a bench near the fountain and sink down on it.

I stare at the folder I grip so hard on. It contains everything. I need to know what's in there, but I don't want to know. It is as if the whole world had suddenly disappeared, like when an opera starts, the room is a total black out, then suddenly a spotlight hits the stage, and that's all you see.

I open the folder, careful not to spill any papers, and begin to scan the first page.

The more I read, my body breaks into sweat. No. this can't be happening, yet it is.

To sum up everything in a few words that mean my future, and who I am... this is it.

I need help; I'm mentally unstable.

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(Still William's Point of View)

"Doctor, can I leave for a few days to go home? I know my son is going to be worried." I know that's a lie, he loves it when I'm not there.

The doctor nods. "Sure, but there will be a supervisor to look after you from a distance, and if she thinks there's anything wrong, you'll come straight back here."

I agree, and I take my suitcases and head to the airport. I'm arriving home early.

Whether anyone likes it or not.