Make You Mine [Un-edited Version]

Chapter 9

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Love,

Naya

Melanie (younger twin), to the right

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I feel nothing but emptiness in my heart. Everything is dead from the inside out. From my broken heart and numb emotions to my tired eyes and sore body. My carefree, happy-go-lucky spirit is gone. I had a great life before this; filled with my friends, family, success, loss, good and bad moments. I loved it all and took things one day at a time. I don't deserve this, no one does. And I still can't fathom why this is happening to me. Out of all of the girls out there, why me? I've always been a good daughter and friend. I never skipped school, always had good grades, and never disrespected my parents. I mean I'd be tempted to do rebellious activities but in the end I was disciplined enough to focus my attention on my family, friends, and schoolwork.

Everytime I think about my old life I miss it. I miss the conversations my parents would have after they returned from one of their trips. Oh God, my parents. They must be going through hell. My heart aches for them and the turmoil they're subjected to because of my disapperance. Now they have to spend everyday wondering if I'm alive or not and it's all my fault. Tears threaten to spill over but I hold them back.

I remember Dana and her attitude toward every authority figure. She caught a lot of hell for being known as 'rebellious' or 'defiant' but she would always tell me 'if you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.' I loved that about her. She would stand up for anyone who was being bullied and she had a heart of gold. Now my bestfriend is left with pieces to an unsolvable puzzle. She can't help me, my parents can't help me, no one can. I'm hours away from home, away from civilization and locked in this damn house at the mercy of that bastard.

I hear the door creak open but I don't look up because I already know who it is.

"Get dressed Ava. That means dress, makeup, and hair." He commands before slamming the door shut.

I wince at the sound of the door slamming and I hate that I'm on edge because of what he's done to me. I hate him with a burning passion searing through my veins.

Sighing, I crawl over to the foot of the bed to see what he has laid out for me.

"That fucking control freak." I mutter to myself as I hold up a stapless light green dress. Nervousness floods my insides when I realize the brand will be noticeable. I notice the white cardigan beside it and I sigh in relief. I slip into the dress with ease. But how did he manage to guess my size? Nevermind, I don't even want to know. I put on the cardigan and go into the bathroom. Once I'm done washing, applying makeup and fixing my hair I go downstairs.

I hear Ian talking to the priest. They both turn to me while I'm awkwardly standing in the doorway. Ian gets up from his seat and it takes every muscle in my body to stay still.

"You look beautiful today." I try to ignore his compliment and brush past him but he grabs my forearm, giving me a warning look.

"Thank you." I whisper, too afraid to disobey.

Clearing his throat, he announces,

"Father Thomas, this is my fiancee, Ava." Father Thomas stands and we shake hands. He's about 2 inches taller than me and I'm 5'4 so he's not very tall. His hair is gray and balding but his smile says he's friendly. He has black rimmed glasses and is wearing a black suit.