The Thirteen |Ruby Rose Fanfic| GXG

TWO

{AINSLEY'S P.O.V}

I woke up this morning to the sunlight streaming through my window.

I sat up, stretched, and yawned, I took one look at myself and screamed.

Oh my God. Look at my hair. I thought.

I got up for a bath.

After filling up the tub I threw in some rose petals along with other sweet-smelling flower petals.

During my bath, I waxed everywhere, and by everywhere I mean everywhere.

I hate having pubic. It grosses me out and it feels weird.

I dried my skin and got dressed quickly.

I walked down the stairs and saw my dad with my sister.

             "Good morning." I chirped.

"Ainsley. Good, you're here, I have something to tell you, girls. We're broke and one of us has to go." He said.

"Wait! What? Dad, what are you talking about? We don't have to go anywhere!" I declared.

"I'm sorry but one of us has to go. I'm sorry to have to do this to you Ainsley but last night a man brokered me a deal and I took it. I'm really sorry Ainsley." His voice broke.

"What what? Dad what are you saying and why are you apologizing?" I asked.

"For this...come in gentlemen." He said.

At first, I was beyond confused but then I saw two men who seemed to be like giants step in and another man but he was stoute and greasy.

              "There she is." He pointed at me, my dad I mean.

"Take her." The short guy said.

"Wait what happens to her if she isn't chosen? Will we get her back?" My dad asked.

"If she isn't chosen. She'll be executed." He said.

"Dad no-what?" The men grabbed me by my arms and dragged me away.

Everyone stood on stand by and watched as I was taken to God knows where.

I was taken to a large white tent inside of the town square and thrown in.

The first thing I saw were other girls in white gowns and they were all strikingly beautiful.

Some stood in a corner, others were looking at their reflection in mirrors applying makeup.

              "What-what's going on?" I asked standing up.

"You don't know." A blonde-haired girl said.

Wow, she's really good looking. She could be a model.

              "It's a contest to see who's chosen to be married to some rich guys up north. And to be chosen you have to wear a white dress." She said.

"But I don't have a white dress," I said.

"Here I have a few extra. I couldn't decide which one so I brought multiple." She beamed.

I chuckled nervously.

Without looking I took one of her dresses and changed somewhere secluded.

             "Okay, how do I look?" I asked.

"Wow even better than me. I'm jealous, you look so hot!" She said.

"Really? I don't even know why I'm doing this. Probably because my dad sold me to get some cash." I said.