Chapter 3

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I remember when I was 8 years old, my father placed me in self-defense lessons despite my aunt's tiresome protests as it isn't ladylike to be doing something like that. As I should focus on things important and useful. Yet my father would do anything to be sure his only child would be able to defend herself. I remember the lessons very well, his words ran through me as I dodge, stepped back, dodge and strike.
Renny and I stood our position and started to began our training. From what I have learned from my father is never take your eyes of the person in front of you, don't show them your afraid and take the shot. But that's with guns, with your fests, my father taught me so much, same goes for Renny. Renny made me learn so many things to do whenever I'm being attacked, always go for the eyes and down to they're prevents. The lesson was tiring but worth it, Renny and I sat down for a while before going home, back to the married life.

"What you thinking about? You thinking about the married life?"

"We're sleeping on the same bed but nothing more then that. I thought I could go through with the time getting to know each other but the same time, I can't. I have this feeling of getting hurt."

"Hey it's alright. True you don't know anything about him other then his name but give it a chance. He kinda cute but not my type. If he did hurt you, what would you do?"

"Certainly not let my father killed him, that's for sure. I get this marriage is to end this feud between our families that happened between our grandfathers. I just wish it wasn't too soon with this marriage."

"Life ain't easy honey. It's getting late, we should get going before your aunt sent out someone to look for you."

"Same. Let's go." When we left the building, I noticed at the corner of my left eye, was the man who was at the wedding, the man who was with Elijah, what is he doing here? Renny followed my gaze and knew, "He's that guy who was with Elijah, right? What do you think?"

"I don't know and I don't want to know. Let's go."

"Spying on you? Probably not since I've seen him around sometimes."

"Where?"

"I sometimes see him outside of the club and doing some job but other then that, nothing much."

I went to the alley way where I parked my car and went home, just in time to hear some screaming coming from the wooden cabin a couple feet away from the house. Which was not strange at all, it's been happening for years.
When I entered the house, I saw Elijah talking to my aunt and I can tell she's annoying him but didn't show it. He gave a huge smile when spotted me entering, "Yes I understand, Margaret, but please excuse me. I promised mu lovely wife a walk, alone. Come on."

"Juliette about your lessons for tomorrow..."

"We'll talk about it later, Margaret. We have things to talk about."

We hurried out of the house and Elijah let out a relief, "I'm sorry I know she's your aunt but I can't be alone with her."

"It's alright. She's been like that ever since. She's my mother's sister, older sister. Where you've been?"

"I was with my father, handling some business that needed looked over and went to see your father who needed me for a few things. Your aunt found me an hour ago and didn't stop talking to me about our marriage. I told her we're happy, even if we're not. But we did agreed to get to know each other. Let's start."

"Alright. Let's get to know each other. Let's do the small things, like our names."

"Alright. As you know, my name is Elijah Alexander Nicholas Anderson. I was named after my mother's father. And same with the name Nicholas, my father's father."

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