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Is she serious?! My mouth hung open as I glanced over at Mason and Mrs. Phillips. He had the same look on his face as I did, obviously he just fount out too.

"Mom, your kidding right? I mean, you know I have NEVER wanted to get married. And what about Bentley and Scar? I know you don't like him. Hell, you hardly approve of any of my friends, but you can't do this to me." I bluntly told her. I was almost a legal adult for crying outloud.

"Vanessa Abigal Williams. Do not raise your voice with me." I rolled my eyes, I hated it when she called me Vanessa. She knew I hated it, that's why I perfered Abigal.

"Don't fucking call me that." I hissed. I leaned back and rested my head on the back of the recliner.

"Now, as I was saying. We had it arranged when you were little. We decided that when you turned eighteen, that a few weeks later you two would wed." She explained. I groaned and looked her hate, I'm pretty sure everyone else in the room was feeling it too.

"Mom, I can't believe you would do this to me. You know that I NEVER wanted to get married. This is ridiculous!" I screamed, storming out of the living room and down the hall to my room. I sat on my bed and grabbed a picture of me and my mom and threw it across the room, it's shattering against a wall.

I must have fallen asleep, because I was suddenly being awaken by a violent shaking.

"Abigal, get it. It's time for breakfast." I groaned, and glanced over at the clock, noticing it was almost nine. I nodded my head slowly and got up. I had opnly napped for twenty minutes, give or take a few. I walked downstairs to the kitchen. Mason and his mom was on one side of the table, with two other plate opposite of them, I guess for me and my mother.

"Nice to see you again Abigal." Mrs. Phillips said to me. I nodded my head slightly and sat down across from Mason. My mom placed a piece of french toast on my plate and took her seat beside me. I just sat there and toyed with it, not really up to eating anything right know. I sighed, dumped the food in the trash can and put the plate in the sink. I walked out the back door and into the garden. Actually, the only reason I came out here was because it was quiet. The bugs pissed me off, and the smell of all the plants my mom had was intoxicating, in a pestering way.

"I knew I could find you out here." A voice said coming out from behind me. I turned around, to see the one and only Mason.

"What do you want?" I hissed, not wanting anyone to bother me, mainly him.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He questioned, sitting beside me on the bench. I chuckled and started shaking my head slightly.

"You know Mason. I'm surprised you even asked that." I replied, getting up. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down.

"Not good enough of an answer." I groaned, and made myself comfortable on the stone bench.

"You fucking lied to me." I bluntly said.

"What do you mean I lied to you?" He asked.

"You told me you would write everyday and that you would call. You didn't. You forgot about me. You said when you would come back, that we would get married. Guess what?! You got your wish. Too bad I didn't get mine. Your the reason I never intended to get married to anyone! Guys are just sorry lairs that will break your heart!" I screamed, and took off out the backyard and down the street, tears flowing down my cheek.

--just so you know, the language is kindof rough in this chapter. it may stay that way for some time. sorry if you don't like it, but it expresses Abby's character [and additude] more. thanks.

Jamie--x