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Chapter 4

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I know the story seemed uneventful, but I just needed to get it going. This is where the interesting stuff starts to happen.... And don't freak even when it gets weird!!

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Don't Panic!

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Chapter 4

Kate's POV.

I awoke the next morning to slanted rays of sunshine falling on the thick white comforter. And immediately was hit with a surge of emotions.

I was lying in a room that wasn't mine, in a house that wasn't mine, at the beginning of a life that was definitely not my idea. But I had stuck myself with it. And was now completely regretting it. Nausea began to set in, the wall deforming and moving, the light becoming unbearable...

And then it hit me.

My medication was with my aunt. On the other side of town.

And there was no way I was getting it from her. The prescription only had three doses left, and they were concealed under my floorboards at her house.

When I had called her last night to explain what I had done, she was so upset that she told me she would never speak to me again, and that someone would have to come get all my belonging off the sidewalk in front of her house before charity came to collect it if I really wanted to keep it.

I didn't like to talk about my condition with anyone. In fact, my doctor and I were the only ones who knew. He told me that if I kept taking the medication, that I wouldn't have to mention it to school or anyone else, because they wouldn't notice anyway.

It was imperative to me that no one found out. Especially not Will.

Will's POV.

When I woke up the next morning, it took me a minute to remember what had happened the night before. And then I realized the strangest thing.

I had a contractual marriage to a girl that I thought I might really end up liking.

I smiled over that one.

I grabbed a shirt and avoided stepping on stray paint brushes as I crossed my room. I was going to go see if Kate was awake when I saw her sitting in the kitchen, leaning against the window, with her eyes closed.

"Good morning, sunshine."

She opened her eyes as if she required a crane to pry them open. "Morning."

"Not a morning person?"

"No."

"Sleep well?"

"Yes."

I looked at her face, and that's when I started to notice it. Her face looked tired, stressed, and her bright blue eyes seemed weary and faded. Her curls were wilted, and she clutched the blanket that was around her awfully tight, as though afraid of someone taking it. "What's wrong, Kate?"

"Nothing," she mumbled darkly. She thought for a moment, and then added, "It's just a lot to process."

"Understandable."

A few more moments went by.

"I'm sorry."

I looked over at her again, startled. "Sorry about what?"

"I think you picked the wrong person."

I chuckled. "I don't think so."

"I do." "Why do you say that?"

"Because."

She looked at me...sympathetically? But just for a moment. And then she spoke once more.

"Don't be mad if I lock myself in my room a lot, okay?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Just don't be."

Then I let bitterness seep into my voice as I spat out my reply. "Fine. As long as you stay out of my room. And don't bother me when I'm in there. Got it?"

She looked surprised, but then nodded, turned, and trudged out of the room, part of the blanket dragging behind her, and a cup of steaming tea in her hands.

How could I be so stupid?

I would never find the right girl. And now I was going to marry this one who apparently went crazy in the night. I had been completely broken after Ashley left me, and this just made me feel even emptier.

I stormed back to my room, slammed the door, and looked for my stress release. I spotted my notebook and my collection of sharpies, just different sizes of black, dutifully lying on the ground in their usual spot.

I snatched them up and began to draw, attempting to take out all my frustrations on the paper. It didn't do any good.

I still felt like the world had once more cheated me out of something wonderful, just to watch me sink a little.

What's wrong with Kate? And does she actually hate Will?

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