Fae Nuptials: The Witch

Chrys: Chapter Two

Chrys

My week went about the same except I made sure to wake up earlier to make sure everything was in place. I smiled at my dates and did the million and two things I had to do every day to make sure to keep my dad and the boys happy.

But it didn't work. The more I did, the unhappier Daddy seemed. He walked around with a permanent scowl on his face and every time he looked at me, it etched deeper, leaving me guessing at what I didn't complete to satisfy him.

I tried harder in school, trying to climb the ranks to please him. I was good at school. I was good with my magic. I just wasn't as good as the three other girls ahead of me. The harder I tried to get ahead, the harder they tried to keep their positions. And because I was trying to knock them down, they physically retaliated at school.

They would burn my dress when the teacher wasn't looking, in spots that embarrassed me, and would splatter mud over my shoes or blow my dress up over my head.

The boys would laugh and the girls would make fun of my lack of boobs or whatever else they could find. I didn't know why. I was doing what I needed to do, what anyone else would do in my position, but they were still mean to me. Anise, a position lower than mine, would try to defend me against them when she caught them being b*tches, but it made no matter. They didn't do anything to her.

I knew it was because she was already chosen. I'm sure they knew that if my brother caught wind that his future wife was being bullied he would retaliate. It was unfair and stupid, but that was my life. I found myself writing more in my journal of my fantasies, trying to manifest them into reality.

But it made no difference.

Then one day during class, in the middle of a lecture on fire healing, a man walked in. You could practically smell the power radiating off of him. He was tall and dressed nicely in a tailored suit and golden hair swept back out of his face.

He talked to Mr. Atticus for a second quietly before both of their eyes went to me.

I sat frozen in my seat as Mr. Atticus pointed at me and motioned for me to stand. "Miss Weirwood, you are needed."

I begin to think of all of the bad sh*t I could have done to get myself into deep trouble. I know I did small things to get back at my brothers and father, like the pancakes and leaving stains on their clothes. But...was it so bad that I needed to be punished?

I gathered my stuff as everyone gawked at me and walked towards the strange man. He smelled clean and crisp and when I stood next to him, he gave me a small smile.

A blush crept up on my cheeks as he looked over me. "Yes, she will do."

I frown as his eyes roam over my body. It almost made me want to cover myself, the look was almost too much.

"Follow me."

I nod, knowing I shouldn't ask questions even though I have so many shooting through my mind.

I walk behind the male as he leads me through the halls of the school. Two other women follow behind me as he stops by two more classrooms. One of them has midnight black hair and piercings. She is my year and at the very top of the boards. Her name was Roxanna or Roxy.

The other girl I didn't know. Same year but so low in the ranks I wasn't even sure how low. We were escorted out to a van and told to sit and be quiet.

The Roxy girl fidgeted around and the other small, silver-haired girl just shook in her seat. I wanted to ask them what was going on. I wanted to know if they knew what was happening. But I was afraid of talking and getting into trouble.

The golden-haired man got into the driver's seat and began driving, turning the radio up and singing along to some popular song.

I glanced at the girls and saw Roxy frown and glare at the back of his seat. But we still didn't talk.

It was only when we pulled up in front of a very expensive hotel that he turned around and smiled with perfect, straight white teeth.

"You, my girls, are very lucky. Wait here and I will be right back."

He gave us no choice but to wait as he locked the doors. I knew we couldn't get them open because the small silver-haired girl tried. She began hyperventilating and Roxy had to pull her away from the door handle and sit her down in between us after she began crying.

I was scared too. What was happening? Why were we here?

"Any idea why we were brought here?" I look at Roxy and she shrugs.

"I don't know." She presses her full lips together, her dark lipstick almost cleaned off from her biting at her lip.

"I knew this was going to happen. I knew it." The small girl sobbed. "I heard them. I heard them talking to my parents last night."

My heart lurches and I turn to her. "What did you hear?"

She sobs and then shrinks back when the back door is pulled open. The man smiles at us and then steps back.

"C'mon, girls. Let's get you situated."

"Is this a s*x thing? I'm saving myself for my husband. I will not sell my body." Roxy says quietly, her face pale as she grabs onto the small girl's hand.

The man laughs and shakes his head. "That's a good Fae woman. No more questions. Let's go."

He didn't answer her question which made my heart begin to race. I had zero clue about s*x. Like...none. Anise told me a few things she heard from her sister, but I couldn't believe the things I heard. Like how you bleed or that your body leaks when you're horny or whatever. It just sounded gross.

I never took s*x into account in any of my fantasies of the perfect husband and life. It wasn't something that seemed important. I also didn't think of children. I didn't want any. I felt like I'd feel bad if I had a girl and she was stuck with a miserable existence that I had. Or if I had a male and he was an asshole like my brothers.

We followed the man into the hotel where a few other men approached us. He split us up, handing us over to the men and giving them cards.

I began to shake as the other women were taken away. I hadn't realized I felt safe with them there. Not until I watched them being led away. The small one was being dragged as she began trying to run, crying and causing a scene in the lobby.

I wanted to do that too. But I was too afraid of the wrath my father would have for me if he ever found out. So I followed the guy assigned to me until we got to a room, feeling sick to my stomach. Was Roxy right? What did the silver-haired girl know? Why were we here?

The man ushered me into the room and without another word, left. Just like that. It was a grand room with a queen-sized bed, a bathroom, and a small fridge and TV. It was decorated nicely, the sheets soft and the mini fridge stocked with snacks and drinks. There were no instructions. Nothing to tell me what I was supposed to do.

I didn't even want to sit because I was afraid of what this meant. Was Daddy going to be mad if I didn't make it home in time to make dinner? What about school? I needed to get back. I had an assignment due and the boys had a pickup basketball game to get to this afternoon.

I didn't know I was crying until I felt a tear land on my arm that was crossed over my chest. I stood at the door and waited. I didn't know what I was waiting for. I didn't know what I was supposed to do.

After what felt like an eternity, my backpack felt heavy on my back. I dropped it off my shoulders and slowly sank to the floor next to it. I didn't know how long I was supposed to be here and I didn't want to rumple the bed. I also wasn't afraid to set foot near the bed because of what Roxy said. What if the moment I sat on it, a man came in and did things to me?

It was stupid, but still scary. My first time, I wanted it to be romantic and with a man that I was in love with. I didn't know what s*x entailed, but I knew it was intimate. I knew that I would have to do things I have never done before.

I cried until my eyes burned and the light from the window dimmed. My stomach grumbled and as if I summoned it, my door opened and a man came in with a tray of food.

He looked at me down on the floor, then stepped around me and set the food on the small table in the corner of the room.

"I will be back in an hour to pick up the food."

He left and because curiosity won out, I stood up and looked at the food. My mouth watered instantly at the smell of roasted chicken and potatoes, covered in a dark gravy. There were crisp, green beans on the plate and a buttery roll of bread.

I sat down and ate. It was arguably the most I have eaten in a while. It wasnt like I was starved. I ate at home but...my father monitored my meals. He didnt want me to get too fat or else no one would want me.

But he wasn't here. I shoveled the food hastily into my mouth, not caring when gravy dripped down my chin and potatoes fell on my shirt.

When I finished off the plate, I groaned and sat back, rubbing a hand over my full belly. I felt the grease on my fingers and began to feel a little self conscious about my appearance.

I got up slowly and looked through the drawers of the room beneath the TV. I found clothes. Clothes that were in my size. Pajamas and dresses, underwear and bras. The pajamas and dresses were normal but the undergarments were a far cry from the cotton stuff I usually wore. They were lace in black and white and a hot pink. It was not a lot of clothes but...why were they here? I swallowed the bad feeling churning in the back of my throat and quickly grabbed the pajamas, seeing the dark sky right outside of the window.

I didn't think I was going to be leaving tonight. It made me a little nervous, but part of me felt relief. If I was here, did that mean I didn't have to get up and make breakfast and run the boys to school? Who was going to do that?

Daddy was going to be furious. I cringed as I thought of the punishment he would give me as soon as I got back home. I jumped in the shower, dried off and then walked aimlessly around the room before I flicked on the TV. I couldn't think about sleeping. I didn't know what was happening and the uneasiness was making me feel queasy.

I just kept thinking of how angry Daddy was going to be when I never came home.

I don't know when I fell asleep. I just knew that I did when I was jolted awake as the hotel door opened.