The Possessive Jerk

The Possessive Jerk Chapter 14

I stood there speechless surely he was joking…. Right? Or maybe I'm still dreaming. I pinched myself and jumped, guess I'm awake. If this nutcase thinks that I'm going to marry him he's even crazier than I thought. His father smiled at me and pulled out a chair. He motioned for me to sit and I quickly sat down. One because I didn't want to piss him off and two I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment.

“We don't have time to do a traditional wedding, we need to get you two married before the Petrov boy finds us.”

“Vince will find me in time. You can't force me to marry your son you two are some crazy freaks.” His smile dropped and out of nowhere he slapped me. If this was a cartoon there would be stars flying around my head, that's how hard he hit me.

“Dad! What the hell?” Milton squatted beside me. He gently rubbed my face with a concerned look. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head yes. It's clear that they're both crazy and if I want to make it out of this alive I'll have to play along with their craziness. He wiped my tears and stood up with a crazy look on his face. He turned to his father and punched him in the face.

“Don't you ever touch her again. If she needs to be disciplined I'll be the one to do it. Now let's get this s**t over with so that I can enjoy my wife.”

His dad rubbed his chin looking like he wanted to murder someone, now I know where Milton gets it from.

“As I was saying before I was interrupted, you two will get married as soon as possible. Rest assured young lady I'll do anything to make sure that my son is happy because when he's happy I'm happy. Enough with this wedding talk my son and I need to discuss something private. Go do what girls do, paint your nails or something.” He said while dismissing me. I glared at him and went back to the room.

I started pacing the floor. I'm not marrying him, he's a lunatic. There's millions of women in the world and he's obsessed with me, a plain boring girl. This is all Vince fault. He made me go on the stupid date if I was in the house none of this would have happened.

I looked out of the window and cursed. There was no way that I could escape. There's nothing but trees and knowing my luck I'd get away and end up getting eaten by a bear. I sat down on the bed and turned on the TV. I can't marry him, there's no way that I'm going to be stuck with him for the rest of my life. How messed up is this I'm being forced to marry my rapist. Never thought I'd say that. Milton walked in and I kept watching TV ignoring him.

“We're getting married in two days.”

“I'm not marrying you Milton, I don't love you.” Instead of me cooperating I decided to just tell the truth. Like people are always saying honesty is the best policy. He looked at me and smiled. What the hell? I just told him that I didn't love him and he's standing here smiling like he won a prize.

“You'll learn to love me after a while.” He kissed my cheek and walked out. I've got to find a way out of this

“Beautiful.”

The seamstress said while pinning my dress. I had been here for an hour and I was getting annoyed. I looked around at all of the other women in the bridal shop. They were happy and drinking champagne with their family and friends. I on the other had stood here with an angry expression. I didn't want to be here in this beautiful dress. I didn't want to associate something so wonderful with someone that I hated. The seamstress knew what that jerk was doing, she knew that I was being forced into this yet she stood here with a smile on her face.

I kept looking around. The door was right there. If I just ran I could make it. My feet was ready to move on their own. Freedom was just a few feet away. I shook my head and tried to ease those thoughts. As much as I wanted to escape I couldn't. If I did he would hurt Samantha and I couldn't let that happen. She's been the only thing that's kept me sane. She talked to me when I became depressed held me when I cried and made me laugh when I was down. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have made it this far. Yes she set me up but she's just as much as a victim as I am. We're both victims of Milton and his fathers craziness.

When my dress was done the guards escorted me back to the car. As we drove back to the cabin I watched everyone going on about their lives. I was jealous. They didn't have to worry about an unstable jerk. They could do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. Life is so unfair.