Hi, this story is horribly unedited. I went through it quickly because i wanted it up and if you know me this is all i did. So with the names being funky as you go along. Nathen is actually Nathan. I was toying with the two and have come up with Silas as his name. I wont change it here but in the printed copy it will be more than perfect. (I hope) Paily is Payla the pronunciation is the same i like the first spelling but the spelling was confusing. So sorry if its hard to read. I hope you try and thank you for taking the time to even visit.
T.S. Thorton
"Titan, there is no way she will go for this, No way at all!"
"Taaly, she has no choice!" Titan said ferociously.
"How can you force our daughter to marry Nathen? Taaly replied. "She explained to you why she broke up with him. She does not love him; she may despise him for all you know. Don't. Do. This. Titan." her words had no effect.
His growl followed him as he slams the door behind him.
I stand at the top of the stairs in shock and total disbelief. What did I just hear, what did he just say. That I am marrying Nathan. That I have no choice, what did my father just say. His words rang in my head. Did he forget I was there? Or, did he just not care? Huh, Marry Nathen by force? Really? The words rolled around in my mind again. How do I get out of this? How do I get out of here?
Nathen is a great guy but not the guy for me. He had flaw after flaw. He was controlling, he thought he was smarter than I am, and he was not funny at all. I needed more from a man than he could give me. Time is a big deal, communication is a big deal and of both we had very little. He is not a bad guy. I just couldn't share a life with him on his terms. I didn't want the same things that he did. I want to teach, I want to hone my hunting skills.
The beginning was fun, the getting to know him part, beyond that there was not much more. He wanted a life that I did not; Marriage three pups: boys, and me at home. No, corny. Sorry. He was all about work, work and more work. He would cancel a date and then come by the house trying to make up for it. He said he was close to something he could not talk about. He worked for my father. His Defense team (in every aspect of the word) was a group of scientists, doctors and lawyers. My father had them all on call and worked them as much as he did, not more, he understood the value of family. Family is important to him but is keeping his family together. He went and made a decision that will tear us apart. I cant do what is trying to force on me. I can not, will not marry Nathan Robertson.
Nathan was becoming more aggressive, his job was taking up his time, our time. I didn't really see it at first. I had my own things going on. My job, and training, the two took up the majority of my time. He wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. But when I began to take notice he wasn't exactly controlling but I wasn't going to take it. He demanded that I spend all my free time with him, that I not spend so much time with my best friend. That was pretty much strike one for me. How can he tell me I can't see my best friend, cant talk to him or be around him, or even limit my time with him. Philly is all that I have ever needed in a man that was not my man. That's when I knew something was different. I couldn't do the things he asked. I couldn't risk my life long friendship for a man that I don't love nor want in my life. He had to have lost his mind.
Nathan tried though. He tried to make me happy and to keep us together. He would show up late for a date, soon he would miss a date and not show up all together. He didn't ignore me though, that would have been great. He would call me and set up another and make that one. I wouldn't deny my boyfriend the time to see me even if I was not completely happy. I had to try, but I felt it was not going anywhere. Before things were different. Before he became someone I could no longer see sharing a part of life, no matter how brief. He was good to me and then it faded as his project became his sole priority. That was when things were no longer salvageable.
