Within The Flames Of Anger (book One Of The Fire Series)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 (edited)

Every now and then, there always seems to be a twist. A change, a climax. My father is indebted to one of the most succeeding companies in the world. The stills company. We would pay, but with the many circumstances thrown our way, we couldn’t.

Today I was to meet the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. My soon to be husband. Yes, it’s exactly what you’re thinking. The way we are going to pay the debt is through me. the stills family had decided on a way to pay back the debt owed to them. the deal was, instead of paying money, my parents had to agree to marry me to their son.

I shut down my laptop and walked to the bathroom, they were going to come meet us. I was going to meet the man I was going to marry. The funny thing is I wanted to deny the proposal, but knowing my father’s health condition, I just couldn’t muster up the courage to go against his wishes. So I kept silent and did as I was told.
Entering the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and put on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up. I was not much really. I was a simple girl, living in a simple house, having a simple lifestyle. So I didn’t exactly know what a rich family would gain, by marrying a commoner like me to their wealthy and probably bratty son.
I let out a sigh and jumped under the shower as I let the warm water crusade down my body. My tense muscles soon became weak and calm. I closed my eyes and let myself drown in my thoughts of things that could happen.

Wrapping a towel around my body I walked to my closet pulling out the dress I prepared for the evening. I did my hair in a bun, and I left my face as it was. I never put makeup really. It just wasn’t me. putting on some earrings and jewellery, I looked at myself once again in the mirror, with a satisfying smirk slapped on my face. I think I’m ready. What could possibly go wrong?

I heard the front door opening then slam shut. “Felicia, honey? Were home.” I heard my mother’s sweet voice. My mother, Madison, was a sweet woman, kind, warm and loving. While my father, Derek, on the other hand was strict and stuck up. I know he loves me, but he never actually showed it.

“I’ll be right down mom” I yelled out to her. I fixed myself up a bit more, and when I was completely satisfied with myself, I walked out of my room, closing the door behind me and going down the small flight of stairs. When my comfortable pumps hit the last step I walked into the kitchen where mom rushed from side to side trying to get everything in order for the guest’s arrival.

“so how did the appointment go?” I questioned my mother. She let out a sigh and looked at me with sorrowful eyes.

“he’s getting worse and worse each day; doctors say there isn’t much left to do.” She replied looking at her hands. Soon millions of thoughts ran through my head, would my father really die? Would I be fatherless?

“no mom, I’m sure he’ll get better, we just have to have a bit of faith.” I tried getting her hopes high, but who am I kidding, that would just be a joke on my side. I knew there wasn’t a way, but yet, I still chose to believe, something, anything could happen and we would be okay. dad would be okay.

“Felicia, please set the table for me, the guests will be arriving soon, and please, don’t cause a scene today, your father will get angrier than he already is. And we don’t need that right now, right now all we need is to keep him calm and happy. Okay?” she questioned me. I nodded stiffly and got the dishes and plating’s out. I set the table properly and got glasses to place beside the tables.

20 minutes after the table was set, the doorbell rang. Mom sat up straight abruptly and began panicking, she dusted her dress and pat her head down making herself look presentable for the guests, or in other terms, my soon to be parents in law.