Chapter 19
Today is the day that you must return home.
You wake up and pull on a black/blue t-shirt and match it up with a pair of ripped jeans.
Your phone rings as you're brushing your hair. You looks down at it and see that it's your father.
You internally prepare yourself to talk to the asshole as you pick up the phone.
"You have one hour to get home. Hurry up." Your father says.
"And a hello to you to." You say sarcastically.
"That kind of talk is not going to fly when you get back. Which will be in less than an hour. And you will continue to prepare for this wedding. It's happening very soon."
"It's happening in over a month."
"Not anymore. The date has been changed. It's in two weeks."
"What the f- Why?"
"Well, why wouldn't we? The bride seems to have a knack for running off, plus, it's going to be on Christmas Eve. I would say that is rather romantic. Now, I shall hang up and let you get home. Hurry up. You have less than an hour."
You groan and hang up before continuing to stroke the brush through your H/L H/C hair.
"Y/N?" Phil knocks at the door.
"Come in." You smile at how polite he is.
Not many people in your family seem to see the benefits of knocking on a door.
"Hi. I was wondering what time you have to leave?" He opens the door and steps in.
"Well, I have to be there in an hour so... I'd say I don't have much time by the time I get ready." You explain, stroking the brush through your hair once again.
"What do you want to do in that 'not much time' then?" Phil asks.
"I don't know." You shrug.
Phil walks over and sits down beside you on the bed. "So, what's your father been saying?"
"How did you know I was talking to him?"
"Well, I assumed that you've talked to either him or your mother since you know how much time you have. Clearly, I was right."
"Yeah. He's an asshole. The wedding date has been changed. I now have two weeks. I'm getting married on Christmas Eve." You sigh and place the brush down beside you. "What a way to ruin the holidays."
"One out of a million ways to ruin a holiday." Phil laughs slightly.
"I'm sure there aren't a million ways to ruin a holiday."
"Well, there sure are more than one. Trust me, I know. I've had Easter, Halloween, Christmas and my birthday ruined for me. All from one event."
"What was it?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Come on! Tell meeeeeee!"
"I don't want to." Phil stands up, but then sits back down. "But I will tell you this: my father, the one that lives in this house, isn't my father. And I'm so glad that is so."
"Why? Do hate him? He seems like a pretty nice guy..."
"I don't hate him." Phil shifts in his seat. "I hate my dad."
"Why? What happened? What did he do? Why was Christmas, Halloween, Easter and your birthday ruined?"
"I don't want to say. I might tell you some other day."
"Oh. Okay."
"One thing I want to say: Y/N, if you hate the idea of marrying Darren so much, please don't do it. No matter how much they try to force you to marry him, if you don't want to, you don't have to. They can't make you do something against your will. Don't let them. You will always regret it."
"Thank you Phil. Thank you for letting me stay here. Thank you for being one of the best people I've ever met."
"Your welcome I guess. Thank you too."
"I haven't done anything for you though."
"Thank you for existing. Thank you for being one of the best people I've ever met."
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You stand outside your enormous mansion.
You walked back to it alone since you didn't want your parents to be even more angry at you. Plus, Phil has work.
You adjust the carrier bag which is holding your belongings onto your shoulder properly and press the doorbell.
Hearing it echo around the house from the outside makes you feel really uncomfortable. Not for any valid reason though.
"Hello Miss Y/L/N." A slim man with silver hair answers the door. You don't recognise the man himself, but you do recognise the uniform.
Guess they hired a new butler.
"Hi. Can I come in..?" You ask awkwardly.
"I must go ask someone else about that. Give me one second." He spins around and walks down the hall, leaving the door slightly open.
You stand there for a minute or so before Darren and your father both come to the door.
"So, you've decided to return?" Darren smirks. "About time."
"What are you wearing." Your father looks your outfit up and down.
"Uh... Clothes..." You're not really sure what to say.
"Man clothes. Why on earth are you wearing jeans?!" Your father puts his hands on his hips and scrunches his nose in disgust.
"Because they look nice. Women can wear jeans y'know." You tell him.
"Well, it looks horrific." Darren chuckles.
"I agree. And so will your mother. Get inside." Your father grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you inside.
"Ah! What are you wearing?!" Your mother gasps and rushes over as soon as she spots your outfit.
"I've been over this. I'm wearing clothes." You roll your eyes.
"Get upstairs and change right now. No daughter of mine will ever go around wearing jeans! That's disgusting!" Your mother scolds. "Go upstairs and change now!"
"But-"
"No buts! You heard your mother! Go change into a dress! Now!" Your father buts in.
"Yeah Y/N. Go change. Now." Darren smiles like a douchebag. He always seems to enjoy watching you get in trouble.
You huff and storm off.
Back in this sexist environment where you can't even think for yourself.
Great.
There's clearly no place like home.
I'm sorry I didn't read over this so it's probably shit.