➰Cecily (TMI FANFIC)➰

Fueled By Anger

The silk sheets under my fingertips and haunting feeling of eyes watching me made me stir and came in contact with a hard object. I sprung awake as I let the blankets fall away from me showing the crinkled dress I was forced to wear. My eyes searched frantically through the dark as I heard a moan.

"Hello?" I rubbed my eyes trying to see only to feel something metal around my finger. I grazed my other hand over it to feel stones perfectly carved. Diamonds.

There was another moan as I threw back the covers only to have a hand gently grip my arm. I nearly shrieked as the hoarse voice of Carter moaned through the darkness, "Just go back to bed."

I realized then he had been the object I had hit when I had rolled over. We were in the same bed. We were engaged.

Bile rose in my throat and I stood quickly to see the room was set up like my own. My feet found its way to the bathroom where I threw myself at the toilet to loose the little contents of my stomach. It was just the disgust of the idea that forced my back to arch and heave.

This can't be happening! Its a nightmare, Cecily! Wake up....Please!

A hand came down on my back and I was pulled away from the toilet. My body shivered with tiredness and I folded my arms over my stomach as Carter held me at arms length. He had turned on the dull lights illumination my pale face and his chiseled features.

His eyes bore into mine and stirred with a foreign emotion. I was just so tired especially after the events of dinner that I could barely stand. If Carter were to force himself on me, I wouldn't have any energy to fend him off.

Luckily, he said in a flat tone, "Let's get you washed up."

He sat me gently on the closed toilet where he grabbed a wash clothe and kneeled down in front of me. His hand was gently on my knee as his other with the clothe came to wipe my mouth.

I watched him with a blank expression as he said, "You did well at dinner, up until you fainted." I just stared at him as the clothe grazed my lips. "The engagement was not my idea, Cecily." His voice was steady, "We are too young to even think about the future except for my fathers plans." He hung the clothe over the side of the bathtub and came to hold my hands in his, "I always knew I was too marry you, but not like this..." His hand came to push hair from my face and linger on my cheek, "I wanted to show you my true love for you."

I felt my throat burn as I said, "You had to learn to love me, Carter that isn't true love."

"True love does not happen immediately."

"For two destine to be together, it does." His blue eyes shown in the back of my mind.

He was closer now, "You speak of that blue eyed boy at the Institute?"

I shook my head, "It doesn't matter anymore, Carter."

"You love him?"

"What do you want me to say?" I forced my voice sharp, "You have him in that cell, corrupting his brain, you've won so why taunt me?"

His expression changed into one of stone, "That's right, the poor boy use to scream out." Something about his voice made me uneasy as if he was telling a lie. No Zane is the one down in that cell. I'd know those blue eyes anywhere.

He backed up and let his eyelids droop until they were half way down his eyes. "Its late, here..." he stepped from the bathroom and to come back with an oversized shirt and sweat pants. "Change into these." He left once again shutting the door behind him.

Using the only energy I possessed I shed the dress to bunch it and throw it into the bath tub. Slipping on the black sweat pants I pulled the cord tight so it stayed on my hips. The shirt was a pale blue and hung almost to my knees but I didn't care. Walking out of the bathroom the lights were off again, but I saw Carter lying on his side facing away from me. Looking to the door for an escape his voice grumbled, "I locked it with runes, its no use."