Chapter 2
Mila.
Few minute later. My deed has turned the whole house into a chaos. And before we know it, we're all booted into dad's Mercedes and on our way to the hospital.
Georgina was in serious pain for the allergic reactions and probably yet to tell her mother that I was behind her condition because she was rather occupied with concern for her daughter than talk to me.
My dad and Georgina's twin brother tried asking me what happened, I only shrugged and told them I don't know. Georgie eyed me with doubts, but I stared back at him with a blank expression.
I looked at my father to read the look in his own eyes, it was fear, and who was the fear for? My gaze fell back on Georgina, he was scared for her?
For his step-daughter?!
Today is the first time in nearly a year that he has seen me or spoken to me, and the first thing he said to me was asked how Georgina arrived at her condition.
I hate him. I'll never forgive him. If only he's not my father.
We got to the hospital and Georgina was quickly rushed into a ward while we were to stay back and wait at the reception.
Gretta was in tears, and Michael, it's high time I stop referring him as my father. He's not, and that I'll forever hate him for.
Michael was quick to have her in his arms as he console her and assure her that Georgina will be fine. The scene was pissing me off more than I think I can handle so I stood up, told them I needed to use the restroom and then excuse them.
I strolled down the hallway of the building's first floor with my eyes closed and head held up in a sullen tilt.
My mind reeled at the story of my life, a twenty year old girl with zero direction in her future. Rather stuck a miserable life with a clown father and his wicked consort.
I miss my mother, I miss when my life three years ago before it became a mess. I miss when I was happy.
Feelings hit hard and I felt the tears rushing into my eyes and threatening to spill.
"Ouch!" I groaned when my head bumped into a pretty solid back figure.
I paused on my tracks to inspect the figure's rigid back view, tall and quite huge grime behind. Who the fuck is this breathing statue?
"Hello? Excuse me? Can I get an apology for the nudge at my head?" I called for his attention because he refuse to look back and acknowledge me.
"You should have watched where you're going," he responded without glancing back. His voice cold and rough, as if he has a beef with me.
"Coming from the guy who could have taken his statue pose anywhere else, but chose the middle of the hallway?" I scoffed. My remark must have gotten to him because he turned around to face me.
Wow!
I nearly gasped at his freaking gorgeousness. The admiration quickly dissolve when I saw the disgusted look that pulled into his face.
Oh yeah I'm wearing a cloth I'd deemed a rag, and perhaps not in my best appearance.
"Mila Jones. Interesting," he spoke as though he was collecting data from my appearance.
"So-" a hand grabbed my wrist from behind and yanked me out of his sight before I could reply or try to get his name.
It was Georgie and he seemed pretty furious. He dragged me away into a corner where he slammed me into a wall and pinned a hand straight into my neck. "What did you do to my sister?" His eyes raged with fury, and voice laced with venom.
"Gave her a pineapple juice, and lay waste to her medication so she'd be unable to use it," I answered truthfully, a psychotic smile on my face.
His hand on my neck tightened as he bared his teeth, "I'm gonna kill you,"
I gasped for breath as his hand wrapped tighter around my neck, with no room to respirate or allow oxygen into my lungs. Then suddenly he was yanked away from me and to a side in one throw.
I looked up and behold it was the weird stranger that knew my name and has a disgusted first impression of me.
"You could stay and try to hurt her more, or go away before I break those puny little hands of yours," he stated, though to suggest a warning, but sounded more like a threat instead.
Georgie scurried off before the next second ticked by and faded into the distance.
"So thank you I guess, but why?" I was confused. Why did he come for her? He could have went his way.
Yeah he's a stranger who knows my name, doesn't still take away the fact that he's a stranger that doesn't know me.
"You can thank me by getting married to me, how's that for a payback?"
I blinked froze at his words. Did I hear wrong, or he just casually proposed marriage in his statement.
"Huh?" I need to prove that I heard wrong.
"I won't be repeating myself, and it's a one time offer with a ticking timer." His eyes flickered to his classic onyx wristwatch and then back to my face, "You have just a minute left to answer me."
"Wait what? What the hell? I don't know you or your name, and you want to me to suddenly marry you? What the hell? Who does that? Are you insane? I-"
"I'm Dawson Briggs, and it's a flash marriage. We could be on a contract if you'd like, the marriage could last a year or two. Long enough for me to get what I want, and you to be well- not who you are." I noticed the snarky tone.
Dawson Briggs!
I may not know his face, but sure know his name. This is him?! Wow.
"And what do you want?" I inquired.
"That's for me to know, and for you to never wonder about. You have five more seconds. One, two, three…"
"I will do it," I found myself concurring to his proposal.
Weird way for the universe to present me an out in my messy life, but I better not refuse it. My wish has been granted, although in the weirdest way possible.
I'm finally gonna escape my step mother's clutches, and Michael's ignorance. That's all I want at the moment.
"That's great. Now go bade your byes cause we have a court to attend and a wedding certificate to attain today. I'm giving you just twenty minutes to get this done and meet me back here," he told me, and walked off before I could respond.
What just happened?
Is this real or am I truly gonna become Dawson Briggs's wife today?
What just happened?