The young boy gulped as his strict mother paced back and forth like a grandfather clock, his father watched agreeing with every angry word spewing from her velvet lips, the boy drove his hand through his light sandy blonde hair as he watched his mother. "Jacob you know your getting married why cant you get yourself together? this is completely and utterly ridicules, do you want to ruin our family name!?" the old blonde women raised her voice on the mere edge of shouting "I told you a hundred times mother I don't want to marry veronica! I don't love her" Jacob pleaded as he could feel tears begin to burn there ways into his eyes "your going to have to learn! I'm sick of your tone I expect you to clean up and stay in your room until further notice, understand!?" her hand shot up her sharp black nails pointing the small boy to the narrow stairs that led up to his room.