Unclaimed Love by E.J Belle (best summer books .TXT) 📖

suitcase and my bag off of me so he could put them both inside the car.

 

After saying goodbye to my mum I walked out of the back door and got into the front passenger's seat I looked back at the house that I had spent my seventeen years in. And now I would be leaving it probably for good.

 

The whole situation was too much to take in, at one minute my life was normal and now it was going to completely change. For good or for worse I didn't know and I couldn't tell but my best guess is that it was going to change for the worst.

 

Why did I have to marry a complete stranger? All because of someone robbing my dad's bank account.

 

Well if you ask me whoever robbed my dad of his money should go to hell because they have made our lives go down the drain.

 

For a few minutes the drive was quiet until I decided to break the silence.

 

"Dad must I really have an arranged marriage with a complete stranger?" I questioned doing my best not to sound desperate.

 

"Yes you must marry the person that you are going to marry but I promise you Allie, it won't be a complete stranger." He responded.

 

Cocking an eyebrow at my father's response I couldn't help but let the curiosity build up inside of me.

 

"Who is it? Who will I be marrying?" I urged him.

 

"I can't tell you that Allie. You'll find out on Friday." He admitted looking very weary.

 

"Why not? It's so frustrating. I shouldn't have to move into a house that is owned by a repulsive man that doesn't care if he hurts others or not." I complained.

 

"This is hard for me too Allie, your mother and I don't want to hand you over to Mr Thompson but we have no choice. And he has given me his word that he will not lay a finger on you even if he loses his temper with you." My father assured me giving me a kiss on the forehead.

 

"But it's not fair." I stated.

 

"I know it isn't but we have no other option." He explained gently.

 

I sighed deeply there was no point in arguing over the subject since it would be pointless. And before I knew it we had reached the entrance of my college.

 

The expression that had been plastered over my father's pale visage had given me the feeling that we probably wouldn't see each other again for a very long time and it saddened me in a way to see him in such an emotional wreck. Never in my life had I thought that I would live to see the day that my father would be depressed by my absence.

 

However, he managed to hold back his tears that I could just picture wanting to slip from his eyes that were threatening to swallow up with water.

 

"Good girl." He sighed deeply before embracing me in a tight hug and stroking my back tenderly.

 

"I don't want to go." I blurted out before allowing some tears to fall down on to my father's shoulder. Sobbing quietly while he was patting my back with care.

 

"Now, now no tears. You cannot cry Allie, you must be strong. You must be strong." He said the last few words with emotion that told me he was fighting back his tears and it was hard for him to do so.

 

"I don't want to leave you and mum, I love you daddy." I continued to sob quietly until I found them quietening down as my father started to hum a tune that sounded familiar to me but I couldn't place it.

 

"I know you do honey. But listen to me. Your mother and I never would give you up. We're doing this because we love you. Please if you won't do this for your sake then do it for us. Do it because you love us. Just as your mother and I love you." He decided to break the hug only to wipe a tear away that had started to run down my cheek without me noticing it.

 

I listened quietly. I nodded in response to my father's statement while considering my next few words carefully knowing that these words would probably be my last words that I would be saying to my father.

 

"Can I visit you and mama?" I questioned carefully.

 

"I'm afraid that will be up to Mr Thompson. But you may write or ring us if you can find the time." He answered.

 

"I love you daddy." I repeated those words again.

 

"I love you too my daughter." He said stroking my cheeks tenderly.

 

"Promise me I won't lose you." I pleaded doing my best not to break down into tears once again.

 

"You will and could never lose either of us Allie, it will only be for a little while. This isn't goodbye forever. You will always be in our hearts." He hugged me once again tightly as if he didn't want to let me go.

 

"And you will always be in mine." I exclaimed truthfully.

 

After I had said that, we ended up breaking away from each other and I couldn't help but ask him one more question that involved the suitcase that I had packed last night.

 

"What about the suitcase? Do I take it with me?" I asked trying not to sniffle.

 

"No preparations have already been made." He informed me.

 

"However, you will need your college bag." He said getting out of the car and opening one of the passenger's doors to the backseat and pulled out my college bag before closing one of the back-doors and handed it to me as he got back into the driver's seat and closed the door after him.

 

"Have a good day Allie, I love you." He said warmly.

 

"I love you too." I leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek before holding my college bag tightly and was about to open the door until I felt my father's hand touching one of my shoulders. I turned to face him once again.

 

"Never forget Allie, you will always be in our hearts." He stroked my face one last time.

 

"I will always love you and mum no matter what." I admitted before hearing him say goodbye to me.

 

I did my best not to sniffle as I got out of my father's car one last time and waved goodbye to my father that I probably wouldn't see ever again.

 

Today was going to be awful, I just knew it as I wandered into college. I felt as if someone was watching me as I made my way up the stairs and made my way to my maths class. I apologised to the tutor for being slightly late and sat down in my usual seat in class on my own.

 

Mr Barkley was giving Sarah grief because she had done her work wrongly. When I had been given some maths work to do, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Sarah, I didn't know whether or not I had been given the same sheet or not but I assumed that I had been given the same sheet. Since normally Mr Barkley would give everyone the same sheet.

 

The maths sums were very difficult especially the division ones. I could hardly answer them at all. I could only do the multiplication, adding and subtraction ones.

 

"Well Allie, I expected better from you. I thought you wouldn't have any trouble at all with division." Mr Barkley said, disappointment lingering in his harsh tone of voice.

 

"No-one is perfect at everything." I muttered as he was about to walk away towards another person.

 

"Did you say something Allie? If you did say something would you care to share it with class?" He managed to irritate me.

 

"Yes I did say something. I said that no-one is perfect but I don't think people like you would understand that. Mr Barkley you expect everyone here to be perfect at these stupid fucking sums and yet you can't accept the fact that some people in this class find some of these sums difficult. You treat us like animals. You're nothing but a fucking moron!" I snapped out.

 

"Detention Allie Jenkins! Get out of my class right now!" He demanded.

 

"Gladly Mr Barkley." I retorted.

 

Mr Barkley's shouting caught the attention of most of the students and I couldn't help but notice that Sarah was smiling whether or not it was at the fact that Mr Barkley and I had just had a massive debate with each other I didn't know. It probably was because of that but I also noticed that Hayley was wearing that preposterous smirk upon her pale-perfect features.

 

Everything recently had just made me snap, everything had happened so quickly and my life was now all over the place.

I left the maths classroom and headed towards the detention room but was told to go to the headmistress's office since there were no spaces left in the detention room.

 

The headmistress was known as Miss Larson, she was a very strict woman that had a plump figure, and her face was red and rounded. As I made my way towards her office that had a labelled embroidered upon the door with the words 'Headmistress's Office' I couldn't help but cringe at the words.

 

I knocked on the door three times until I heard her telling me to come in with a sharp tone.

 

This day was definitely not the best. I entered the room and closed the door behind me carefully. I could see her sitting at her desk that could be tidier if I am being honest here. It was full of papers that were all over the place.

 

The ceiling and the walls were porcelain, the floor was a golden-yellowish-brown colour that had a cerulean blue rug on the floor that was at the front of the door in the office.

 

Miss Larson had her hair tied back in tight-fitted bun, her hair was black with some bits of grey in it. She was a woman in her mid-forties I guessed. She had a pair of dark-blue eyes that often made me feel as if they held nothing but pure coldness and bitterness in them and that often made me shiver or I should say everyone shiver since everyone was afraid of her.

 

She wore a dark green cardigan with a dark-blue-long-sleeved dress, and a pair of black shoes. Her face was pale with wrinkles on it and she had a few lines on her visage. It actually made me wonder if she was a smoker, she probably was.

 

I ambled up towards her desk in front of me and stood there until I saw her averting her gaze from her computer to me. Her computer sat at the right-hand side of her desk along with her papers.

 

"So what brings you to the office? Miss Jenkins." She spat out spitefully.

 

"Got detention for snapping at Mr Barkley." I muttered.

 

"Speak up! Don't mutter when speaking to me." She shouted at me.

 

"I got detention for snapping at Mr Barkley." I spoke up just as loudly as she had.

 

Once I had spoken she made a sort of 'Hmm' sound in disappointment I guessed before speaking again to me.

 

"Well I'm very disappointed in you I wonder what your father will do once he hears about this sort of behaviour coming from his own daughter." She just made me feel more and more irritated I couldn't stand the woman.

 

"My father won't be saying anything to me." I snapped at her.

 

"Oh really so has your father gone soft on you? Pitiful man." I heard her say I was about to protest until I heard three loud knocks on the door.

 

"Don't you dare say a word against my father!" I told her off.

 

"Well that means you will be sitting here until 5.00 pm missy. You can wait an extra hour after home time can't you?" She mocked me.

I groaned sitting down in one of the brown-wooden seats in the room putting my bag down on the floor angrily.

 

"Are you huffing? Miss Jenkins." She continued to mock me.

 

"No." I gritted my teeth in response.

 

"Good." She