Chapter 1: My Life Is Chaos
Nadine Black's POV:
My name is Nadine Black. When I go places, most people don't like that. Fine. Be a bitch. But that's because they don't really know me. If I were to tell my story, would they really even care? I don't care what they think about me, I am going to anyway, cause that is who I am. But, the question is, how should I start?! First, to say my life is anything but chaotic would be a lie from the deepest and darkest depths of all things known evil.
However, you all must take note that I am at the mere age of 26. Knowing that, for the past 10 years of my life, I have been used to any extreme by the one who will soon take my hand in marriage. If that doesn't sound wicked, then this might help. I had a shudder run down my spine at how I recalled a horrific memory, how each one of the holes my body has to offer has been violated in the crudest manner known to any man. That is how I know things about how to please a man, but only by force.
I know what you are thinking. Why would you care to know my story, am I right? In fact, I could go into more detail about the life I don't get to live. Do you know what that is? No guess? A free one. That is what I want. All I want to do is live free, free from the worries of how to live the next hour of my life. Other than worrying about how it will go, without my brother or my father telling me how I am going to live my life.
Let me see, where can I start? Oh, yeah, it will go like this. The climax in my chaos spiraled out of control just the other day. That was when I saw something I wish I could take back. That is what started this new line of life, one that could not get here fast enough. One person thought they would change the course of their life's events by leaving all that they have come to know. Who is that, you might ask? None other than my brother's wife, Kelly Anne.
Are you interested now?! Before I tell you what happened, I will take you back a few more years to when my life turned into a living hell. We can call it taking a walk down memory lane, for all intents and purposes. This whole thing for me started around 10 years ago. I think that will work for a starting timeline. That being said, when I turned 16, my father, Germaine Black, told me I was going to get married when the time was right.
I later thought this man to be the worst man alive. His name, you might wonder? None other than the one and only, famed Damian Black. My father, Germaine, adopted him when his mother was killed during a raid one night. My father even changed his last name so he could inherit the family business when he got to the age where he wanted to retire.
That's all fine and dandy, but back to me, and what's going on in my life? Why marry my step-brother, you might ask, right? It's not by my choice, I assure you! The reason is not what you might think, either. It's all because my father thought we would be a good match by being together. After he changed Damian's last name, he even made up this elusive story just to make it sound legit if it was ever questioned. Like, who would have the gall to do that, knowing who my father was?
All of this was done so that Damian could take over the 'family business' when my father retired. Not that the business my father ran was family-oriented in any slight or peaceful nature. It may have involved family, but it was not traditional. This was all done for a specific reason. That being said, my father didn't want to trust having my lousy brother run things, who was my father's one and true heir, if you could even call him that. If you think that's bad, you don't even know the other half of it yet!
The more I think about it, the more I have come to realize that there are no good things that turn up in life. Well, not in the way the real world works anyway. The real world is far too messy to be wanted by anyone who cares about anything. For example, when you get in an automobile accident, it really hurts, as I have personal experience with this, several times in fact. When Damian and I got into an argument one time, he got fed up and decided to throw me from the open door of a moving vehicle. Can you believe that?
Yes, he literally opened the door, holding it open with his foot, and threw me out as he had the driver take a turn, so force was working with him. In stories, you might magically get up and walk away, as if you are reading something from a random fairy tale. Pause break. I love reading stories like that. It gives me the only escape I can get from all the horrors of my everyday life, by the way.
Now, back to my details. This was my life up to this point. But all of this started about four days ago. It was a blustery, hot, sunny Friday afternoon. My father called me on the phone and told me to run an errand for my brother. It went like this: My phone rang, and I looked at the screen to see 'Your Father' flash over the screen. I cringed when I answered the phone.
"Nadine? I know you can hear me," my father, Germaine, said forcefully. "You are going to run an errand for Shane since he can't do this one himself." I remained silent, as my father didn't like it when I interrupted him. "He has some pending charges you are going to take care of. Andrew is on his way over to collect you. You will pay these off at the local courthouse. Do you understand?"
"Why do I have to do it?" I complained in return. "Why not just get one of your other lackeys to do it for you?"
"You are going to do it as I told you," he yelled at me. "Is that quite understood?!"