SIX | MARRY ME

CHAPTER SIX | MARRY ME

AMANDA

Shit! Suddenly, I am no longer in heaven but in hell with the devil [Tim] eagerly waiting to punish me for my crime of rejecting his proposal. Different scenarios of what he might do to harm me travels through my head making fear grip me as I gaze into the pretty eyes of the man I was betrothed to.

This must be heavenly hell

“What sort of sick games are you playing? I don't know you and I don't want you, why the fuck will you kidnap me?" I yell in rage.

Tim gives me a look that would make the happiest child on earth run to his mother with tears in his eyes. The look he gives me makes me wonder if I'm actually an adult and not a naughty child getting scolded.

“You were left stranded on the street, I decided to look after you from the goodness of my heart and this is the fucking thank you I get. Do you even know what would have happened to you if you slept on the street? Do you have a fucking idea of the dangers that I saved you from? I'm not surprised, a person must have a really horrible personality for everyone in her life to reject her like you were rejected today."

Damn! His words hurt more than the pain from stubbing one's toe. It made me feel like a child about to be spanked by her mother.

Even though I know his words are true and I should be thanking him for saving my sorry ass…although it was done in the worst possible approach, my proud heart wouldn't let me admit it and thank him for his help.

I scowl, folding my hands across my chest like the spoilt daughter I am. “I never asked you to look after me, I could look after myself with or without anyone's help. Also, I am not a horrible person, I'm an angel…literally. I'm just an innocent girl who made bad life decisions and moved with the wrong crowd."

He raises his eyebrows, folds his hands and scoffs. “You obviously made terrible decisions. I became embarrassed for you when I read the article about your failed wedding. I still can't believe you disobeyed your parents for an idiot like that."

Suddenly, my confidence and smart mouth are thrown into the deepest part of hell where they came from and I am left a babbling mess. My cheeks turn beetroot red while I avoided looking into Tim's eyes at all cost. I totally forgot about my failed wedding, I guess that's one of the effects of being with an extremely good looking man.

“Look, for whatever crazy reason, I just wanted to make sure you a're safe…even though you don't deserve or appreciate my kindness. You have the freedom of walking out of the door whenever you want to. I'm not imprisoning you, Amanda."

He picks up a glass cup I didn't notice was on the floor and mumbles, “Idiots" before taking it to the kitchen. One of his friends must have kept it there.

“Can I stay here tonight?"

He looks into my eyes like I killed a dog once the question drops from my mouth. “I won't stay here for more than a day, I promise. I will just sleep here tonight, go find a relative that will help me tomorrow morning, or find a business partner who will be willing to hire me. I will be out of your hair before you know it, I promise."

I don't understand why I am explaining myself to him, he brought me here willingly after all.

“Will you be gone tomorrow morning?" He asks to confirm.

“I will." I say in determination.

I plan on doing everything in my power to go back to the almost perfect like I had before meeting Marcus Stewart. Obviously, my step mom would still be a bitch that has brainwashed my daddy but I know she will not have anything against me.

“Come, let me take you to the guest room."

He gestures for me to come with him and I hurriedly do. I don't want the bipolar man to change his mind.

He opens a door that is twice larger than my room back in our mansion, and trust me, my room is extremely large. I guess he is wealthier than we are. No wonder stepmother wanted to merge with him so badly.

Turning on the light, he turns to address me while I stare at the majesty of the beautiful room. “Make yourself at home, not too much though. Cry your heart out. I want you gone before I will be awake tomorrow."

He waits for no reply before closing the door on my face.

The first thought I had once I am left alone is to cry my heart out but for whatever reason, I can't. I shred my dress off, wash my makeup off, play loud music on the stereo I see in the and start to dance. I don't care if I'm disturbing him or the neighbourhood, I just need to dance my sorrow away. I'm sure he has sound proof walls so I'm not really bothered with the fact that I'm being a nuisance.

I dance to my heart content before laying on the comfortable huge bed in exhaustion. “That was relieving."

I'm snoring in the sky before I could think about the event of the day.

***

Peaceful! Everything is peaceful until the ray of sunshine interrupted my sweet sleep.

“Wake up sleeping beast, it's time for you to get your ass out of my house. You already overstayed and I don't want you here anymore."

Is that SpongeBob? I'm at the Krusty Krab? I swear, that voice is from SpongeBob SquarePants.

“Get up and leave, Amanda. I will get security to throw you out if you are not out of here in thirty minutes."

The seriousness in SpongeBob's voice makes me jump up startled. I have never heard SpongeBob speak that mean and in such a serious manner.

“SpongeBob?" I ask in disorientation searching for the yellow sponge everywhere.

“Are you fucking kidding me? How old are you? Five?" Tim asks and answers his question himself.

Bummer, I am not in the Bikini bottom.

“Who the fuck watches SpongeBob SquarePants at this fucking age? No wonder you are so fucking childish and immature, expecting things to be done for you, and wanting to always have your way in everything."

I ignore his statement and observe my surroundings. “Can I get something to wear?

Tim points to the side of the bed where some clothes are. “You can wear those."

I touched them and I didn't need rocket science to tell me before I immediately knew that they are not new clothes. “Whose clothes are this? Your girlfriend?"

“I was betrothed to you, Amanda. Unlike you, I was looking forward to the business alliance with your father's company which means I didn't have a girlfriend." He informs me.

Wow! I thought he was also being forced to get married to me by his father. Why would anyone willingly accept to marry a person they know absolutely nothing about, someone they don't love. He must really love money.

Not bothering myself with the owner of the clothes but just glad that I won't be wearing the wedding dress of shame again, I pick the clothes up and head to the bathroom to freshen up.

“I will be fine soon, thanks for your help." I say sincerely and close the door of the bathroom.

I do everything I need to do as fast as I can and rush down the stairs where I meet a table full of breakfast food but no Tim. He must have gone off to work.

I devour the food hastily and run out of the mansion. I need to find a solution to my problem as soon as possible.

I don't bother to call any of my relatives because I already know they would always support my father's decision no matter how foolish it is. It has always been like that and it will always be that way.

I head straight to some of the people I see as family, people that watched me grow and treated me like their child. To my surprise, they all rejected me. Some of them didn't even let me see them. My dad is behind everything they are doing to me.

I approach some of my dad's business partners hoping they would give me a loan but they didn't. The fact that I have an unpaid loan, the one I borrowed for the wedding makes me more desperate than I have ever been in my life. Heaven, how could I have been so stupid?

Seeing that no one I know is willing to help me, I start searching for a job. Something I have never done and I never thought I would do.

Again, I came empty handed. Since I have no experience, or skill, and I can't do anything, I wasn't surprised I couldn't secure a job even at the worst possible place.

There is only one option left for me, and I'll gratefully do it.

Heading back to Timothy Anderson's mansion in the evening, I'm happy to see that he is home.

I don't give myself the chance to back out before rushing to him and going on my knees. “Will you marry me, Timothy Anderson?"