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After dinner, I go to my bedroom and I lie down. I can hear Vixen yelling from upstairs. He's yelling so loud, I can make out every word he's saying.

"You're the one who wanted this, not me!"

"Yeah? Well she's MY fiancé. I don't give a shit!"

"Fuck off!"

"She's not yours, she's not yours, and she's not anyone else's, MINE, and I can do whatever the hell I please!"

And it keeps going from there. I cover my ears with a pillow to lessen the sound of his constant screaming and it worked like a charm.

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of someone calling my name. I know that voice all too well.

"Kyla, wake up." Vixen says, sounding pissed.

I sit up and I rub my eyes softly.

"What's going on? What time is it?" I ask.

"Get up and get dressed. I'm taking you to school." he says.

My eyes widen in surprise.

Last year, I finished high school, I got accepted into a university, but I couldn't go because my father wouldn't allow it. He said college was for girls who had brains and that I wasn't the lucky few of them. Why am I going now?

"I don't go to school." I respond.

"Well today you do. So get ready. I won't ask again." he says, irritated.

He turns around and I flinch softly at the slight movement. He stops and turns to look at me up and down, then he leaves. I exhale and I get up and I start to get dressed. I guess this is it.

I guess I'm going to school.

When I walk downstairs, I find a book-bag filled with books and other supplies and I look around before picking it up, smiling. Underneath it, sits a note.

Enjoy your first day, darling. ~ Daxine

"Thanks Daxine." I say quietly.

"Let's go." suddenly says Vixen, his deep voice making me jump.

He walks out in front of me and goes to his car, and I join him, getting in the passenger seat. On the way to the university, the ride's quiet until Vixen breaks the silence.

"I've taken notice to the fact that you're always flinching at me. Care to tell me why?" he says.

"No." I respond.

"I wasn't really asking." he says sternly.

I hesitate and he sighs and throws his head back.

"If you're going to be my wife I should know something about you." he says, looking over to me.

"I'm.... I'm not comfortable sharing it with you." I say, preparing for the worst.

Instead of the worst, I get a shoulder shrug and a "whatever.", and the ride continues silent until we reach the parking lot of the university.

"Let's go. I don't have all day. I need to go to work." he says tiredly.

I get out and we walk to the front office with my bags in my hand. We're greeted by a woman with a smile on her face and her hair tied up as she introduces us.

"Welcome to our university, what can I do for you?" she asks cheekily.

"Can you put her in?" Vixen asks, pointing to me.

"Has she put in an application here?" the woman asks.

Vixen stays quiet, giving me permission to speak.