"But I don't love him!' I sighed turning away
"But Elena we have to become allies with them, it wont be that bad"
"Its bad when you care more about fame then your own daughter!" I said swallowing back my own tears. It's sad when your dad cares more...
We walked out the ceremony hand in, sporting fake smiles for the candid pictures. When we got to the limo, I dropped it immediately. Daniel helped me into the car, before getting in himself. I stared out the window not really paying him attention.
"You know you could've done something new to your hair." Daniel comments, making a face.
"What's wrong with my hair?" I ask hotly, turning to face him.
"You could've straightened it or did something special to it." He grimaces. "You wear that puff all the time."
"And you wear your hair the same way and no one says anything to your ass." I snap at him.
He glares at me with narrowed eyes. I prepared myself for whatever nasty thing he's about to say to me, because even though I haven't known him long, I know that his mouth is reckless. He grabs my chin roughly between his thumb and index finger, his green eyes darkening with anger and power. "I expect you to look a certain way from now on. You are now my wife, which means you represent my name and gang now. You are to look nothing less than perfect and if you step out of the house looking less than I will make sure that you regret it."
"Fine" I grumble, moving to turn back towards the window, but he snatches me back to his gaze.
"Answer me correctly." He growls, threateningly.
"Yes sir." I mubble, down casting my eyes, hoping he'll leave me alone if I seem submissive.
"Good girl." He praises, kissing my lips softly. "I can't wait to have you to myself for the next three weeks."
I feel my stomach drop at his last statement. I knew that we were going to be alone for the night, but I didn't think we would have an actual honeymoon.
"Aww Kitten, you thought weren't going to have a honeymoon." He teases with a sick smile. "Oh I assure you that it'll be a very traditional honeymoon in every way."
"What do you mean?" I ask in a low whisper, my heart beating hard against my chest.
"I mean darling that if I have my way," he starts, licking the shell of my ear. "By the end of the month you'll be pregnant with my child."
Okay now I'm going to really throw up.
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The reception drug on and on. When we entered the venue everyone cheered, as we wore fake smiles, trying to seem like a happy couple. Then after that we had the first dance that was just me and Daniel swaying to some random Ed Sheeran song, while everyone took pictures of us. I let a few tears roll down my cheek before quickly pulling it together.
Then there was dinner, and me and Daniel going around greeting our guests. Then me and my dad had the father/daughter dance. It was silent and awkward and I'm happy when it's over. Then I dance with my brother, who tells me everything will be okay and he'll be there for me. Mid way through the reception I was tired of being in my dress so I changed into a sparkly red one that had crisscrossing strapping along the back. Daniel was fond of it of course.
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Finally we go through the other cheesy wedding traditions. Daniel taking off my garter (that he seemed to enjoy way to much,) then me throwing the bouquet and him throwing the garter. Us cutting the cake and the toast.
And then finally it was time to leave. I gave a tearful goodbye to Astrid and Brian, before Daniel tugged at my arm with just enough force for me to feel, but no one could see. Again we left the venue hand in hand with fake smiles. The limo took us to an aircraft lot, where we boarded a private plane to where ever Daniel picked out.
I changed into a Nike sweatsuit in the bedroom that was on the plane. When I came back out Daniel was on his phone and staring at the screen of his MacBook. I decided to go back into the bedroom and watch TV. I got under the covers and turned on Teen Wolf, while scrolling through my Instagram.
I made it through the first half of season 1 when I fell asleep. When I woke up Daniel was standing over me, roughly shaking me awake. "Get up Elena." He orders gruffly.
"What do you want?" I groan, turning away from him.
"We're here." He says, turning to leave the room without another word.
