Fae Nuptials: The Witch

Chrys: Chapter Three

Chrys

My alarm didn't go off. That was my first thought as I sprang out of bed in a panic. Dad was going to kill me. Breakfast was going to be late and I would miss school because he would punish me.

I ran as fast as I could in the direction of my bathroom before I froze just in front of a small closet. I stare at the closet for a second, listening to the frantic beating of my heart in my ears.

I look around the room, seeing the unfamiliar bed and sheets twisted on it. I take a deep, shaky breath as reality sinks in. It wasn't a dream. I'm not home. This isn't my room. I was taken from school yesterday and brought to this hotel and...my heart pounds roughly in my chest.

Dad is going to be mad. When I get home, he's going to think the worst because I didn't come home. He's going to literally kill me. I can already see his face twisted with anger. I can smell the coffee in his breath as he screams at me for being a sl*t.

It happened once before. I had been out with Anise for a movie and it ran a little longer than we thought. I got home and as soon as I walked through the front door he pulled me by my hair and dragged me to my bedroom where he proceeded to call me a wh*ring sl*t and hit me until I couldn't breathe.

Then the next day he took me to the Healers and had them check to see if I was still a virgin because he didn't believe me when I said I was. He knew I was telling the truth, but he didn't care.

Once he knew I was still pure, he had them question me over any and all s****l experiences I have had. It was the most humiliating thing I had ever endured. I have never even kissed a boy because of him.

I turn to the door of the hotel room and decide enough is enough. I have to get home and fix this. I have to make sure he knows I didn't run away and I didn't do anything. I had to tell him that I was taken by a strange man with golden hair and nothing happened.

I pulled at the knob of the door and whined when it wouldn't open. It was locked from the outside. I banged on the door, the fear of my father's retribution spurring me on. I didn't care that I wasn't acting like a lady. I didn't care that I was beating on the door like a crazy person. I needed to get home.

Nothing happened. I screamed and banged on the door for a long time until my voice became hoarse and I became tired. My eyes stung with my crying and my face felt swollen.

My stomach growled and I slumped against the wall by the door, feeling defeated that no one even came. Not a single person.

I wrapped my arms around myself and stared at the strange room, feeling claustrophobic. It was a fairly big room, but in the moment, I felt like the walls were going to close in on me.

It must have been hours before the door opened and a man brought in a tray of food. He shut the door behind him as he took the tray to my table and cleared last night's plates. He didn't even glance my way as he opened the door without even a struggle.

I saw my opportunity then. I crawled in between his legs out into the hallway feeling my adrenaline pumping through my veins at the taste of freedom.

He yelled as I scrambled to my feet and began running. I ran in my night dress down the long hall, only making it to the end before his large steps caught up to me quickly and an arm banded around my middle.

I screamed then, as loud as I could, clawing and scratching at the arm around me. I kicked at the walls as he carried me back to my room. I burned holes into his sleeves with my powers and he grunted and kept a hold of me, as I did. When he got me back into my room, he threw me onto my bed and glared down at me with dark, furious eyes.

He didn't say anything as he studied the burns on his arm then left the room with a loud bang as he slammed the door shut.

I ran to the door and tried to open it then. But it didn't budge. I kicked at it and sobbed as I once again began banging on the door.

Still, no one came and I began getting tired. I stopped and lay on the floor in front of the door, crying. Why did I even care? I mean, no matter what, my dad was going to kill me. I already didn't go home, why was I so eager to get back there? Because it was home.

And I didn't know if being here was going to be worse. I got up after a bit and went to the food on the table. It was cold, but I figured it was better than nothing.

I sat down and tried to eat, but I felt sick to my stomach. I think the fear of what was happening was getting to me. So I didn't finish the pancakes and eggs. I didn't even touch the small bowl of fruit. Instead, I just went to bed and lay down.

It wasn't long into my nap before my door opened again. I didn't know what time it was, my backpack and the phone had been taken yesterday before they left us in our rooms. I sat up as a woman Fae walked into the bedroom. Behind her was a large, burly man, watching me warily.

"Get up," she said gently. "Get a shower and get dressed. We have to go."

I sat up slowly and looked at the woman, hoping she could help me. "They took me. I don't know where I am. My Dad is going to be mad if I don't get back home. Please, help me."

She frowns but takes a deep breath as she pushes the blankets off of my legs. "I know. Come on. Get in the shower. We don't have much time. "

I felt my bottom lip quiver as she helped me out of bed. "You can't help me?"

She smiles and looks into my eyes. Hers are a light purple, almost lavender and soft. "I can help you not get into further trouble. But you have to listen, okay? Shower and then I'll help you with your hair."

I nod. After my shower, she dries and fixes my hair into a long, flowing braid then dresses me in one of the strange dresses in the closet. It's black, kind of like the one I wore to my mom's funeral, with a long skirt that reaches my ankles. She irons out any wrinkles with her powers and then smiles at me as she leads me to the giant man.

He says and does nothing as we approach him. Just opens the door and follows after the woman and I as we walk down the hall.

We leave the hotel in a dark car with dark, tinted windows. I'm scared sh*tless as the big man drove the both of us to a small clinic. The woman stays with me as she walks us through the front doors.

The staff seems to expect us as we enter, welcoming us with soft smiles. I frown and take the woman's hand as we are lead down a short hallway to an examination room and pause when I see what's inside.

It looks too much like the room my father took me to to get checked. There is a bed with little pedals where you're supposed to prop your feet up.

I turn to the woman and feel my throat constrict. She purses her lips as she picks up a paper gown that opens in the front and holds it out to me.

"Undress fully and put this on. I will turn my back to give you privacy."

I whimper and shake my head. "What is happening? Why am I here? I want to go home. Please, just take me home."

She sighs and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Chrysanthemum, but I can't. I am following orders just like you are right now. Now please do as you're told or I'll have to get Alder to come in and do it for you."

Alder must be the big guy. I feel my eyes tear up as I nod. There's no way I'm going to let a man see me naked. My hands shake as she turns her back after seeing my agreement and I unzip my dress.

I fold it along with my bra and panties and quickly pull on the paper dressing gown. I cover myself up and sit on the edge of the table, trying my hardest to ignore the feet pedals on either side of me.

The woman signals for someone as soon as she sees that I'm undressed and a male Healer walks in with a woman nurse. My stomach twists and I feel my tears intensify. I look to the woman and she lifts her chin and presses her lips. I get the feeling she's telling me to lift my chin and get it done and over with. But she's not in my position is she? I think if running and if I was clothed, I probably would have tried again. But instead I turn to the male Healer as he instructs me to lay back.

I close my eyes and try to block everything out as his hands begin to touch me. He kneads on my tiny breasts and then asks me to scoot to the end of the table and put my legs in the stirrups. I cover my eyes as I feel his hands and fingers over my most private areas. He says a few things to the nurse and when he's through, he helps me drop my legs.

"You're all clear. Pure as snow."

I wipe my cheeks as he grins and glare at him and then the other two women in the room. I hate them. I hate them all. I have a feeling they all know what is going on and I'm the only id*ot that doesn't. I get my blood drawn and then I'm taken back to the hotel.

Only when we get back to the room, the woman doesn't leave. Instead she directed me to stand in the center of the room and begins to take my measurements. She writes stuff down in a small journal and without another word, leaves me.

This time I don't knock or bang on the door. No one is going to come to rescue me. My examination told me one thing about what was happening. It told me that I was being prepped for someone. I wasn't going home. And my father probably already knew