My apple hit the floor with the thump. I looked at my mom and then I looked at Damien.I bent down,grabbed my apple, and went to wash it in the the sink.
"Well?" My mom said watching me intently.
I shrugged. " I'm waiting for the punch line"
Damien looked amused and my mom frowned.
"What punchline dear?" She asked seriously.
I looked at her.Mom was not usually this good of an actor.
"Oh you know ,the I'm joking sweetheart.There's no way your getting married at fourteen.I wouldn't do that to my own daughter, punchline."
I bit into my apple while my mom ruffled my hair.
"You're getting married to a young man named Drake Allan McDavis. He's eighteen and will be taking over a string of hotels throughtout the United States soon. He'll be able to support you throughout your life. He's perfect."

It hit me kind of hard. I was so shocked and angry I didn't evenknow what I was saying. My angel facade slipped away and I started swearing at everything and everybody.

"Perfect for me!" I screamed as the hurt and betrayel set in. "How the hell is he perfect for me! I'm **** fourteen bitch!. what the **** is this! You're just going to ship me off like a mother-**** slave child. Dammit !It won't happen .I not that dum. ****! What's your problem. ****, **** ,**** ,**** ,****!!
I stopped abruptly when I realized I was cussing.

Oh no .I thought quickly. This is not working out well.

I stared blankly into my mother's appalled expression and itched to hit Damien's cruel smirk off his mouth. I knew he was more than pleased with how this situation was working out.

"See honey" He cooed trying to soothe my mother's worried expression. "This marriage will be excellent for her.It wil teach her some discipline and manners.As a wife she have the responsibility she needs.She'll do fine."

My blood boiled and it took all of my self control not to attack him . I stared disbeleivingly as my mom glanced at his face hopefully then adressed me.

" You will marry him" She said "You have no say in the matter. Damien and I have been talking about it for a while now and we both think it will be good for me to have some time with Damien alone and he is right.You need to learn more selfdiscipline. I honestly don't know where I went wrong with you but obviously I can't help you any more. I'm sorry sweetie but you need to go get packed .Now"

I stared at her face searching for some sign that she was kidding or that it wasn't her choice at all.I was looking for reluctance in her eyes that could hint that Damien put her to it, but when I looked into her eyes they were serene.They displayed nothing but pure satisfaction in what she was doing now.She honestly beleived what she was doing was best for me. Looking in her eyes a thought popped up. It was one I din't want to think but the more I thought about it the more sense it made.
This woman wasn't my mom. She was an alienated version of my mother that Damien created. She was Damien's Girlfriend.
The thought kept racing through my head.
I didn't have a mom.
I was an orphan.I was getting married
The emptiness in my stomach incapacitated me,the fear and disbelief engulfed me and The pain knocked my breath out of me.
And it all went black.
.....................................................................................
I don't remember much after that.
I remeber waking up and fighting damien's girlfriendt hrough teary eyes.I remember Damien screaming about how ungrateful I was. I remember Damien's girlfriend hitting me and pulling me by the hair.
But I wasn't there.It was like it was all make beleive.
Like I was living and unreal night mare. and I was.
This was a night mare ,but somehow I would survive .
Somehow.

Drake POV
"Fourteen!" I screamed loudly. "What the hell do you mean she's only fourteen."
My perverted sick-minded father stared at me quietly like this was normal.I wanted very badly to hit something but couldn't . I was raised to control my emotion. I sat back,turned my tone to ice, and looked at him.Seeing the look on my face he quickly continued talking.
"Son" He said looking at me pleadingly. " I couldn't find anyone with the creditials. With a younger wife we can mold her. Make her into what we want. What you want. You could teach her the buisness. She could help you-"
I cut him off and stared at him coolly.My voice was liquid steel, the one I used to let people know I was completly serious.
" I wouldn't take her choices away like you've taken mine away from me. She will study to be whatever she wants even if she's a garbage man."