"W-what are you doing in here? " I asked wrapping the towel tightly around my body

"I don't think its fare that my father gets to keep that amazing body to himself. " he said staring me down

"D-Derrick I'm your mother " I reminded him

"No you're not Chris your a twenty year old not even allowed to drink yet forced into marrying a man twice your age " he said comeing closer to me

"What are you d- " I stopped dead in my rant when his large hands clammed down on my frail fragile shoulders he looked down at me his eyes almost as cold as his fathers.

" you were meant for me to be mine " he said

"Derrick! " I shrieked trying to get away from him but my struggles were put to an end once his lips touched mine

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