Falling For The Untamable Beast

chapter 3

Fiona came back from her job interview by evening, and by that time Natasha had made dinner which consisted of meatloaf, beans, and eggs. A very proteinous dinner.

Fiona mouth began to water, as she sat down with her family to eat. They all said a little prayer, thanking God for the wondrous meal that He provided for them and also prayed that he provided more. They all chorused a monotonous 'amen.'

They began eating away at their food, well all except Felix, that was eating his food in little pieces. He watched as his daughter went about telling Natasha about how her interview went and how she felt confident that she would bag this job.

"Don't be so sure sweetheart, sometimes these things are based on luck." Then her eyes went to Felix and then the food on his plate that he hadn't touched yet.

Natasha cleared her throat, "honey, aren't you gonna eat your food?"

Felix bit his lower lip, he then push his chair and stood up from the table. "I would eat it later," he said heading to the living room to watch TV to clear his head.

"That's weird, dad always finish his food. Is something the matter?" Fiona asked.

Natasha realized that Felix wasn't planning on telling her anything, so it's better if she told her herself.

When Natasha was done telling Fiona about what her father did, the undeniable rage was eminent on her face as she stood up, pushing her chair backward which seemed to startle her two younger siblings.

Then she stomped all the way to the living room, switch off the TV and face her father, hand on hip, face set in a scowl.

"Tell me that this is some sort of sick joke."

Felix lips was put into a thin line, then he shook his head. Fiona couldn't believe this, of all the things that her father could have done, he decided to sell his daughter out to a man that she was a hundred percent sure was the same age as him.

"I can't believe this," Fiona said her hand used to cover up her mouth. "I know that you are terrible father, but I didn't know that you are this terrible."

Fiona walked away from him, running upstairs to her room, she didn't bother to come downstairs for the reminder of the evening.

During the next couple of days, the house felt like there was a tension that a knife could easily cut through.

Fiona received an email from the company she applied for, the email saying that she didn't meet the requirement needed for the job, which simply means that she didn't get it. Fiona let out a sigh, guess she would have to find another job to apply for.

There was a small knock on her door, then the door open and her mom's head poked inside her doom "Hey honey, do you have a couple of minute to spare?"

Fiona nodded her head, shifting on the bed so that she could sit next to her. Her mom smelled of spices, due to her always trying different recipes. It was always everywhere on her hair, clothes, body, you could even taste the smell sometimes.

She looked at her mom and realize that she got almost all of her look from her, her fiery red hair, her emerald green eyes, her height, body shape as well. She looked like an exact replica of her, even down to her button nose.

"Honey, I know that you are angry at your father. But let it be known that he was just trying to get the next meal for us to eat. You know that things has been difficult ever since his company folded."

"That still doesn't give him the right to sell his daughter to a dumb gamble that he made..." Fiona took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself and not let her Irish accent slip out. It always slip out when she's angry. "Look, mom, there has to be a way for dad to not go through with this gamble."

"Well, sweetie a bet is a bet and there is nothing that he can do about it."

"Can't we call the police and stop this madness."

Her mom looked at her and let out a sigh, Fiona knew that look, she knew that look all to well. It was the look that her mom gave her when she told her that the company has folded and they were about to dive into a world of struggle. It was a look that there was no way around the situation.

Fiona bit her bottom lip, "Leave." Fiona whispered softly, her bottom lip quivering.

Her mom, stood up and walked towards the door, opening it, then giving her one last look before she closed the door behind her.

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It was Friday before she knew it, and Fiona sat on her bed, not wanting to move a muscle. She heard the door open, then talks that was muffled due to the fact that she can't hear what was being said.

Then she heard footsteps bounding up the stairs, it came closer and stopped in front of her door, then there was a knock. Fiona didn't answer, another knock and she still didn't answer, then the door opened up and her mother face appeared before her.

"Honey, can you please just come downstairs for a sec?"

Fiona sat up on her bed, narrowing her eyes and folding her arms, eyeing her mom wearily. "Why?"

"It's something important, please just come downstairs with me for a sec."

Fiona decided to follow her downstairs, her hands were placed on the railings, as she followed the shape of it.

The living room came into view and she saw her father seated on the couch, with another man that looked oddly familiar, wearing a hat that covered majority of all his hair.

The man looked up on hearing the sound of footsteps descending down the stairs.

The man looked at Fiona with a smile tucked on his face, and Fiona felt her stomach churn. Her mom told her to seat down next to her on the chair that was adjacent to to the two men

"Hello Fiona," the man said, Fiona didn't answer him.

"Well I am guessing that your father must have told you our little deal, and I know that you are probably panicking thinking I am planning on taking you over to my place to do all sorts of creepy things to you. But no, it's actually far from that. You see, I have come to propose a contract with you, on the basis you live with my son for one year?"