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Kendra POV
It's been one week now since I was stuck in my room and still chained to my bed.
I never got any food to eat in the afternoon and in the evening. Just in the morning and that was it. I wasn't even allowed to take a bath anymore, so now I just sat there in my stinky, skinny body, staring at nothing in particular.
My parents hadn't even been visiting my room since the very day they got me back here. I don't even know if I should even keep calling such people my parents.
They both obviously don't deserve to be called that by any child at all.
The next week came and passed and I found myself preparing to marry fourth husband.
It was just the day before today that I finally got three square meals and was allowed to take a bath with two maids guarding the door to the bathroom so I won't try to run.
The truth is that I'm fed up already and even if the weren't there I still wouldn't have ran anywhere. I have accepted my fate as it is already.
Now today, I'm dressed once more in a wedding dress and I was taken to a limousine with which I was supposed to be taken to the venue with.
I hoped in and while the driver was taking me to the venue my so called mother called me on the phone.
I ignored the call even though the phone kept ringing. I have no respect left for such a person at all.
After we reached the venue, the driver got down to open the door for me but I did it on my own instead.
I saw my mother stomping angrily towards me.
"Why didn't you answer my calls?" she questioned.
I ignored and walked passed her but while did that she held me by the arm and I stopped walking.
We were standing side by side but facing opposite directions.
"You're lucky that its a wedding going on today or else I would have slapped the hell out of you." she threatened and then let go of my arm.
I entered, my arm crossed with that of my father's as he walked me to the altar.
I felt ashamed and disgusted to even have him next to myself now.
We reached the groom who actually had a childish smile across his face. With the way he made it look like he was a seven year old in a man's body, I felt like turning around and leaving the wedding at that very moment.
His hair was messed up and he even picked his nose right in front of me and then set his glasses right.
Oh my God, I wanted to puke. Why does that witch Kira hate me this much?
After the vows and all, it came time for him to kiss the bride which was, unfortunately, me at the moment.
I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and pushed him away.
I heard some people gasp but no one said anything about what I had just done. At the reception, I learnt his name was Gregory.
These days I have no time to read any of Kira's stupid packages.
When I finally moved in with him and started to unpack my things, Gregory enter the room.
"Hellloooo wifiii!" he screamed on top of his voice.
I ignored him in return and resumed unpacking.
"Hm. Someone doesn't seem very happy today." Gregory stated.
"Is it because I took your share of the cake? I'm very sorry if that's the case. It's just that it was so yummy." he apologized.
Yeah, he ate the cake he was supposed to feed me with after we had cut it together.
I mean, my share, which he was supposed to put in my mouth with the fork he had in his hand.
But that wasn't what was on my mind. In fact, I didn't care that he ate the cake or whatever. I just didn't want to see his face right now.
I find him very awkward and I feel very uncomfortable even looking at him.
"I just want to finish unpacking my stuff. I don't have time for this." I Saud to him.
"Oh... Okay then... My apologies." he said and left the room.
Ugh! Finally!
If inished unpacking then went to take a bath. After that I went straight to bed to sleep.
Later at night, I woke up only to find Gregory's leg was across my laps and I quickly pushed his legs off me.
Even in sleep this guy still bugged me.
I managed to fall asleep again but it didn't take long before I woke up once more and this time his leg wasn't just on me but his arm too and it was across my chest.
I felt the urge to bite his arm but I quickly managed to calm myself and just pushed him off myself really hard.
He didn't even wake up at all.
After the same thing must have repeated up to five times, I got pissed off, took my pillow and the duvet then went down stairs to sleep.
I picked out a sofa which I knew I could stretch my legs on and I placed my pillow on it, lay down and covered myself with the duvet.
The next day, after the awful night I had, I woke up with a body aching everywhere.
It even took me some time to sit upright on the sofa and when I did, I had to stretch a lot just to relieve some of the pain.
I got up and the pains increased but soon my body calmed and I picked up the duvet and pillow and headed back to the room.
When I got there I saw that Gregory was still asleep and had managed to cover almost all the space on the bed with his entire body. Ugh!