She Belongs To Him

Chap. 1: Who're You?

• Lane West, Katie Fairfield, and Gail Fairfield above •

The night air in Pinewood, Washington, is chilly and damp as it always is. In the countryside, the majority of the lights in the houses are dim. But the Fairfield residence is lit up.

Katie Fairfield, a blonde 19-year-old orphan whom is struggling to get into a decent college, takes a bite of her mixed vegetables. Her uncle and caregiver, Gail Fairfield, drinks his wine before cutting his steak.

"Did you get anything in the mail today from Harvard or Stanford? Princeton?" Gail says with a displeased expression.

Katie shakes her head softly at her uncle, not looking him in the eyes. "No, sir."

"Well, have you applied for any other Universities?" Gail barks, "Have you done anything? All you do is sit and read nonsense rather than trying to live in reality! For shame!"

"Perhaps I could become a cook?" Katie stretches a smile, trying to be pleasant. "I did a good job at making our dinner, didn't I? ."

As Katie stares into her uncle's dark brown eyes, as can see that the discussion is over. She looks down into her plate as she slowly collects the mixed vegetables on her fork. Katie holds back tears, being used to her uncle's harsh criticism since she was twelve.

                  The blonde was born dirt poor. Her father, David Fairfield had left his family's wealth to marry Katie's mother, Donna Hutchinson. At the age of twelve, Katie and her her parents had been in a terrible car accident, both dying while she lived on life support for the next two years. Her Uncle Gail had took care of her ever since he was the only other living relative. Some days, Katie wishes she had died with her parents.

                A distant sound makes Katie turn over her shoulder, her brow arched. Her signature curled ponytail bounces. She looks back at her uncle.

               "Did you hear that?" Katie's voice is soft.

                  "What? Speak up." Gail scowls her angrily as he chomps on his steak.

                     "Did you hear that noise?" Katie speaks up but not enough to please her uncle.

                   "I hate mumbling! You know how I hate mumbling!" Gail slams his fist down onto the table angrily,  "You're done. Go to bed and by morning, perhaps you will have learned how to speak properly."

             "But I—" Katie is cut off by her uncles deadly stare, she nods to him. "Yes, sir."

            Katie wipes her naturally pink lips, rising to her feet. She keeps her head down as she walks out of the room. As she begins to turn into the hallway that leads to the entry way of the house, her body bumps into a solid figure. A pleasant smile appears on Katie's lips, her green eyes flickering up.

               "Oh I'm sorry—" Katie's warm expression fades into terror at the sight before her.

               A strange, tall man with dark slicked back hair stares down at her. His face is dangerously handsome, smooth. But what tends out the most is his striking blue eyes that stares into hers. They glow in the darkness. Katie gives him a look, taking a step back.

               "Who are you?" Katie's voice is soft.

                The man puts a finger to his lips, meaning for her to be quiet. This terrifies the blonde. Other figures appear behind the man. Katie begins to scream, realizing that the men were not invited to a late dinner. The man puts a gun to her head, silencing Katie. She visibly trembles as soft tears caress her cheeks.