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There are some things in life that cannot be ignored when your told it has to be done. Because if it was at the stake of your loved ones, you would jump to it at a heartbeat.

So did I.

As a result, now I'm a married woman.

I'm a wife of a psychopath who has kept my sisters hostage. I have no one to turn to. I had to do as I was told.

Really it was fine.

As long as it kept my sisters out of harms way; I would go in lengths to keep it like that.

But I don't know for how long I could take being at his mercy.

To not object.

To not fight for what's right.

To not question.

To not have the ability to go against him.

To not correct him from what's right and whats wrong. That's what kills me.

I wanted to slap him.

I wanted to claw him.

I wanted to punch him.

I wanted to kick him.

I wanted to knock some sense into him.

I wanted to ask why.

I wanted to ask why me.

But I couldn't.

I can't.

Not when my sisters are at gunpoint and I'm the trigger.

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After getting over my initial shock of his sudden proposal more like statement, I had a mental breakdown. Because it wasn't like I had a say in this.

And that frustrated me to no end.

We eloped on a Friday morning and for some shitty reason the sun was shining so bright that day.

Clearly whoever the sky God up there didn't know how to set an atmosphere according to the mood.

I was miserable and the fucking bloody sun was shining.

I glared at the sky angrily .

Fuck you .

What are you shining at? You bloody shitty fireball...

See what I mean?

I think Im loosing it....

But here I was a week after eloping, out of nowhere I'm standing in front of my house with the faggots and my husband.

The husband I didn't even know anything about.

The husband who doesn't deserve the title husband.

The husband I or so wanted to badly strangle.

The husband who I never saw after getting eloped, which was great considering the fact that my hand was literally itching to slap his face whenever I saw him .

Needless to say there definitely was no honeymoon happening in this lifetime between us.

I was no doubt confused to why they were leading me to the empty house.

Xander and the faggots walked up to the front door. I stood still in the same position not moving anywhere from the pavement and stared at the house with longing.

"Thea" called out Blake.

I snapped out of daze and followed them. "It's lock-" I said but Xander had already opened the door. How could I forget? I never had the time to lock my door when I was escorted away.

I looked around the place. Nothing was changed and everything was cleaned. But it no longer felt like home. This place was cold,empty and brought me to a whole new level of nostalgia.

'"What is the the point of this " I asked Xander, frowning.

He didn't answer.

Instead​ he led me upstairs towards my best friend Lucy's room and opened the door.

There she was tied to a chair with her mouth sealed, looking at me with her eyes wide open.

Those eyes....they were lifeless.

It was a corpse.

She was dead.

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