You want me to do what now!? {Chapter 3}
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Recap:
"Evangeline Gray!!! Stop shouting right this instant. You will marry James and that is final." I stared at him in stunned silence because my dad had never shouted at me like that.
Huh, I thought to myself; Jerk-face has a name.
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After my dad had finished telling me about the plans for tomorrow (yes they were actually sending me away tomorrow) I scraped my chair back, thundered out of the kitchen and stormed up the stairs to my room; signalling that I didn't want to be followed or disturbed, as if I wasn't disturbed enough already. Once I got up to my room I sat on my bed, put my head in my hands and let the tears fall silently. I had an issue with crying in front of people, of showing weakness and I was not about to show weakness in front of that jackass that was my... fiancé. I mentally gagged at the word and sentenced it to my list of words that I would never speak. After about half an hour, I decided that I should get myself together and changed back into my oversized shirt, wiping the tears away roughly with my hand. I thought about sending texts to all of my friends to tell them but then decided not to upset them, they'd soon find out in anyways. There was a quiet knock at the door.
"Bog off." I muttered just loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear. The door opened anyway and I slowly turned around expecting it to be my brother or parents; coming to apologise or something so my gaze was cold. But then I caught sight of who had dared to enter my room and found the one and only... James. I immediately felt my anger levels rise and if looks could kill that moron would be rolling around on the floor gasping for air, right that second. "What do you want?" I spat at him, venom dripping from every word that left my mouth. James held his hands up in surrender.
"Just came up to say hi." He said, giving me a cocky smirk.
"Okay, hi.... bye." I countered, turning my back on him to show him that this conversation was over but he had other ideas because next thing I knew he was stood in front of me, raising my chin up to make me look at him.
"I don't see what your problem is; I mean any other girl would be desperate to marry me." He said, gesturing down towards his muscled body and then up to his handsome face. He was actually being serious; he actually believed that he was absolutely irresistible and gods' gift to women. Big headed, much? But I wasn't listening, not really. He'd touched me; that low-life, pathetic piece of crap had dared to touch me a and, to say the least I wanted to smack him so hard that he'd be seeing stars when he woke up from the punch induced coma next week. Then I blew my lid. I put my forearm against his neck and pushed him hard, into the wall.
"Listen to me you moronic, disgusting excuse of a man. You do not touch me, ever, alright. As soon as I am eighteen I am breaking this off and getting as far away from you as possible alright." I spat at him and said the last bit more as a statement than I question and I was waiting for a response but he just carried on staring at me with shocked and slightly hurt expression on his face. I pushed my arm against him harder and shouted in his face. "You got that?!" He finally snapped out of it and his face went through a mix of emotions; hurt, shock and finally anger.
"And you thought that I'd planned any different huh, PRINCESS!" He sneered at me and I was taken over by an uncontrollable rage; nobody calls me princess, it just wasn't done because that was my sisters' role and I would NOT be compared to my sister. For the second time that day I brought my knee up and thrust it into groin. And exactly like before, he crumbled to the ground. While he was on the ground I dragged him to the door, making sure that his nose was still on the door frame, smiled at him sweetly and chirped at him.
