Woodchoppers Secret

A/N : The titles are names of songs I listen to whilst writing Xx Write you first time reading (ftr) here. ....... 1976 "I do not want to! You cannot force me to marry such a vile man." I responded, my mother's eyebrow rose is surprise as she grabs me by my forearm and pulls me towards her. Her pale face directly into my own. "Yes, I can, and you will marry him. He has status, money and fairness." "He is forty-six years old, allow in mind mother, I am only twenty-one." She clearly did not like my attitude; I could tell by her flaring nostrils. She pulls me towards my bedroom, which was very close since it was on the first floor, she jerks open the yellow-coloured basement door and drags me down the steps before throwing me against the oak floors. "You should have been married when you were sixteen, but I respected your choice. Now, I have no choice, your lady parts are begging and you are probably horny." I gasped at the words leaving her mouth as she flings open my cupboards. This is always on her mind, marriage. All I wanted is a proper education, and I am nearly finished, I cannot get married, I would be distracted. I hate distractions. "Mother, I am nearly finishing this year, please wait six months." I plead. "Education, what is education. You have duties, being a wife, a mother, a child bearer. That is your job, knitting, sewing. Not archery, not running like a boy, you need to act like a proper lady." I roll my eyes the moment she turns, I damp my body onto the comfortable bed as I look down at my fingers playing with each other. "Have you not seen Janes daughter, every man in the city wants her, do you know why?" I mimicked her words, Malissa. My worst enemy, I despised her with everything inside me. I am not a hateful person but she-she did not deserve any respect I show her. Why? She is always brought up in every conversation with my mother, she is the perfect lady, she hates me more than life itself. She would do anything and everything to mess me up. One time, I had one suitor and she poured tea all over my dresses. "If you love Malissa so much, adopt her!" She scoffs, taking out a yellow-coloured dress as she turns around to face me, holding it high in her hands as she analyses it with those blue beady eyes of her. Which I did inherit, along with golden brown hair, thick eyebrows and plump lips. My nose was not perfect, it had a small bump on it but I did not mind. I did not really care about my looks, nobody found me beautiful, if they did, I would have had many more suitors asking for my hand in marriage. "I would if I could, but I cannot. Instead, I get a daughter who reads filthy books," she eyes my book collection on my nightstand. I sigh, shaking my head in disagreement. "I love reading, you should be happy you have a daughter who could. Malissa cannot read, or solve mathematic equations as fast as I could-" "Malissa knows her worth, she knows money is better than education." I brought that onto myself, she throws the dress besides me and points for me to wear it. "Wear it, and get ready, we have suitors coming for your hand, hopefully one would go right." She whispers as she tumbles away, I pick myself up to see the yellow dress I was given to wear. Along with white gloves and a hat. I hate hats. Ruins my hair. My fingers play with the hem of the dress out of boredom. Suitors. I regret every man who comes to see me day and night. I never got as many as Malissa, I am not surprised. She was completely opposite of me, blond hair, brown eyes, pale skin, slim body. I wish to be as slim as she was. Flat stomach, big breast. I look behind me to see my tall mirror, I slowly remove my dress and allow it to graciously fall onto the wooden floors. Revealing my naked body. I had a belly, not flat as hers, I had these curves on the side of my hips. I had long legs and huge hands to my concern. My breast was small, my bottom was on the bigger side, my mother hates my body. She tries to minimise my eating by telling the cooks to not allow me to eat. She wants to get rid of my stomach. I lift the yellow dress, slipping it over my body before a gasp stops me. "You did not even wear your corset! Your stomach will show," mother throws her bread onto the table and grabs the corset from my wardrobe. She faces me to the mirror and wraps it around my body, then she tightens it. I gasp in my stomach as she pulls the strings as far as she could. "Come on, suck in." She pulls more. "Mother, I do not want to wear this, it is itchy and uncomfortable." "When I was your age, I wore these all the time, now stop whining. The guests are here." She finishes, forcing me into my dress as she settles my hair into a tight bun, I pull out two strands and allow it to fall onto the side of my cheeks, before she pushes it behind my ears. "Stop that nonsense, hair is supposed to be tucked in, not out like a w***e. Tell me Anastasia, are you a w***e?" "I am not a w***e, mother." I said with a slight bit of sadness on the back of my throat, she scoffs as she fixes the hat onto my head. My lips slightly quivering. "The only good thing about you is your virginity, now do not keep us waiting." She picks her bread on the way as she tucks herself and leaves. Instead of following, I grab my book from the night stand and continue onto the page I left off at. I love reading, takes me to another place, fits me into another character, fantasising about a non-existent man. I drop the book onto my bed and walk out of the bedroom the moment I slipped on my heels. I stumble down the hallway, passing by maids and butlers who bowed their head to greet me. I smile in return and continue my pace. It is not true, I am no w***e and my virginity is not what makes me, me. I am me; I have a beautiful personality; I have a loving personality. I-I might be boring. The golden doors stood in front of me, the pattern of writing intrigued me. Then the doors open, revealing a line of suitors who suddenly fixes themselves up the moment their eyes laid onto me. My mother immediately switched up, my sister snorts as she see's my dress and I smirk back at her before I feel a strong pinch on my arms. "This is Anastasia," I smile at them before taking my seat onto the long white couch, the first suitor comes up. Completely not my type, old and disgusting. He sits down next to me after introducing himself, his name was Garret. Such a basic name. He works as a business man, he is very wealthy, it seems so since he brags more about it than his children at home. Clearly this was going to be long, I am already bored. Can this just be over?