Name of Part- I accept
A/N - I love it when people correct me on the sentences I wreck. (Unedited)
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"Your lying" Carol roared, bewildered. "And why would anyone in their right brain be jubilant about rejection?" he asked, unaware of what happens after a man's defiance.
Her lips spread in a faint smile as she looked down in embarrassment, fiddling with her accessories. "You must think very poorly of me, but I don't joke when it comes to marriage, I can assure you" she said, playing a game of war with her fingers.
Dr. Carols frightening light blue eyes landed on her, studying what was left of the women he'd just encountered.
"You're very sterling, but I must say it is unusual of you not begging to be married, since you know what happens to the women with brothers who don't" Carol pointed out, eyeing the little boy in the corner with two front baby teeth.
Rosemary glared at her brother, the one who's said to inherit everything once her father passes, leaving her with nothing but extra space on the street. She glowered, "Don't take my words to heart, when I say, I don't feel comfortable talking about it to a man like you"
"Of course" Dr. Carol said, not moving from his spot.
Carol always had a thing for women who charmed him, and Rosemary by far, seemed to be one of those girls. But he wouldn't dare ask her for marriage, he was too old, too disfigured, Carol rather not scare the Lady.
He couldn't help but steal little glances from her here and there, not surprised of why Rosemary was petrified. He knew very well rejection meant no man would ever want to look at her again.
Then realization came upon him, she wasn't crying out of joy, or the fact she couldn't get a man to say "yes". She was crying because she was anxious.
"You don't have to hold your tears in" said Dr. Carol, "I won't mind"
By his calm words, Rosemary lost all her strength. Dr. Carol gave her his handkerchief as she broke down her walls in sets of tears.
"If you're trying to get what you want from me, you probably succeeded" she sobbed, begging him to get out.
He pitied her, brushing his hand against her checks to wipe up some of the loose sorrow off her pale cheeks. "I never wanted to make you blubber, if that's what your accusing" he rasped, refusing to move.
"But you must know, you may be declined, but my friend is forever caught in the promise to your family, he cannot just break it" Carol mumbled.
She continued her uncontrollable weep, drenching the man's handkerchief he'd given her.
Her life could go down two ways, but both directions were far too bleak to please her mind. "That makes it worse" she cried out, "why can't I live independently? why can't life understand I do not need a partner to help me off my feet".
Carol was starting to loose his patience with this woman, if only Rosemary could she herself now, she doesn't look quite independent.
"If you don't mind me to be a little bold, maybe the reason you're being treated this way is because your genitals don't include a penis" he mumbled.
Rosemary angrily turned to face him, her cheeks drizzling with wet stains.
When he didn't say anything, she turned back around toward the edge of the hallway. Melting by the sight of her baby brother as he played with his brand new army collection.
Boys, that was the lifeline of the family.
Everyone always showered him with gifts and toys, but never Rose, no, they gave her books and guides on how to be a "marvelous" wife.
Memories of the past clouded her vision, and she sniffled.
Her father stormed in, the veins on his neck breathed in and out at the two blurry figures. "This has to be a joke" he stammered, walking up the old man.
Carol shook is head, "I'm afraid not, Mr.Griffin"
Mr. Griffin's hands shook as he came a little closer, Rosemary stiffened.
"You can't do this to us. Not to my second daughter. You promised us a marriage for this family by paper, by law" He grumbled, peering at Rosemary with a sparkle of pride in his brown eye.
Rosemary didn't say anything to her father, but stared ahead at her brother.
Carol leaned forward, "did you just say second daughter?"
Rosemary looked at her father. Mr. Griffin instantly closed his lips shut, looking at Carol with a blank expression, "I meant nothing"
He mused Mr. Griffin, of course he'd never herd of a second daughter living in the Griffin household, not until now.
Usually, they would inform all daughter's in the home before choosing out of the batch of soon to be wives.
While Dr. Carol gazed at the two guilty faces, he couldn't help but contemplate something suspicious. If these two were hiding something, then there must be a reason for it, for there's a reason behind everything, and it was up to him to fish it out of both, man and women.
"I cannot forget what is once said" Carol said, "tell me all about this second daughter"
Rosemary open her mouth ever so slightly, fighting back the words from spiraling out of her mouth. Her hazel eyes flickered back to her father, as if she was asking him for help on what to say.
"There is none" she slowly murmured, keeping her eyes locked on Mr. Griffin.
"Is that so?" Carol questioned, the women snapped out of her trance and nodded slowly. Casually he shrugged at her, giving his attention back on Mr. Griffin.
Nervously he gave Carol one of those priceless toothy smiles, "so" he rasped, "about that marriage-"
Suddenly a high pitched screamed rammed up against the ceiling, starling Dr. Carol. Quickly he scrambled up, his heart pacing at a hasty rate.
A couple muffled screams came from Mrs.Griffin, along with a loud bang of the door.
Everyone jumped each time a loud noise was made.
The little boy gently put his sword down, rushing toward his father. "Dad!" he screamed, grabbing Mr. Griffins leg. "Caroline has done it again! she keeps disrupting my troops!"
"Who is Caroline?" Carol questioned the boy.
Mr. Griffin sneezed, causing the boy to close his mouth in a thin line. "He doesn't talk to strangers" Griffin murmured, placing a warm hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Come Chris" Rosemary said warmly, Chris rushed in her arms.
Her father clenched his fist, cracking his knuckles in discomfort. Carol winced at the ugly sound.
"Who is this Caroline?" he asked again, Rosemary distracted herself from the conversation by playing with her brothers fingers.
Mr. Griffin continued to denied Caroline's existence.
"That was my wife upstairs who you herd, nothing else" said he, not removing his sight off Carol.
The old man shook his head, "no, the sound was far to high pitched to be a women as old as your wife".
Mr. Griffin narrowed his brown eyes at him, "are you insulting my Lady?"
Carol walked around him without looking back, "your wife" he corrected, "and no, just the common sense talking to me".
It didn't take long for Mr. Griffin to realize he was heading for the door. Angrily he sprinted toward the old man, blocking him by one arm between him and the doorknob, "where do you think your going?" he sneered.
Dr. Carol looked around, his gaze landing on Rosemary who quickly maneuvered her eyes back on Chris. "There's nothing for me here anymore" he grumbled, "I am heading back home"
"But we had a deal" said Mr. Griffin through his gritted teeth.
Carol shrugged, "what a shame, I pity you, but the deal is off"
She watched him give her one last glance past her father's shoulder, storming off back into the richly decorated carriage. Fiercely her father slammed the door shut so hard it bounced back open again, but he didn't care.
Her eyes widened, she'd barely ever saw this side of her father. Usually he'd only got like this with mother at the dinner table or when her siblings caused immense troubles he couldn't handle. But never like this, there was something much harrowing about Griffin that she couldn't come to terms with.
Tortuously she watched his broad body stomp promptly toward her. His face, in corrupt pungency.
Mr. Griffin wasn't the aggressive type of man, more on the moody side. All he did was stop an inch away from her, muttering something gently into her ear.
"You failed us, our family" he whispered calmly, "If you've caused anything hideous to make that man turn his back on us, then it must've worked, you got what you wanted"
Swiftly he walked into the kitchen with his hand rubbing his jawline in distress.
Quickly Rosemary rushed to Dr. Carol calling out his name as soon as the carriage started to roll away. Blue eyes passed by her panting figure, and the horses stopped.
What was she thinking? stopping some at the last minute? not like she'd bother getting married anyways, they wouldn't take her; and she knew that. But Rosemary had an idea. Her hazel eyes trailed down two black boots, landing on the grass.
Silently they strode closer to her, stopping once they reached toward the puffy nude fabric. "What do you think your doing?" asked Carol.
She gulped, "It is true what you say, about my sister"
He listened intently.
"Caroline is the one who should marry Raymond" she stammered, taking a sniff of air before continuing. "But don't say I didn't warn you, she isn't the kind of women you think she would be".
"I knew you would come to your senses" he said, "a women is a women, I'm sure nothing can beat a wife"
Rosemary winced at the response, "don't keep your hopes up, she's not very agreeable, especially if she was forced into a marriage like this"
Carol smiled, he'd always dealt with over reactive women in the past. Not a women could ever be feared by a man in this town, no matter how fat; or how strong their sentence holds. Females are more sensible, and with that, Carol didn't take her warning to thought so much.
"I'll treasure your words in my mind" he lied.
She nodded at him, but still felt uneasy about the whole situation. All Rosemary could think about was her sister's angry threats she'd given all throughout their childhood, scaring her to bits and pieces.
"Caroline's going to be so indignant" she sighed, "so will father, and mother"
The man leaned forward, "is she really that awful?" he asked her. Rosemary nodded, catching sight of the trees blowing in the distance. She felt his gaze glow dark, melting in her rosy cheeks.
His jaw swayed back and forth as he tried to pick up the pictures in his head. "Wonderful" said Carol, a suspicious tone hung to his voice.
Scrunching her eyebrows Rosemary turned to face his walking figure, bewildered.
As she watched the carriage vanish into the trees, regret swam up and down her chest. Raising only one question in her mind, what had she done?
Rosemary had officially sold her sister off to go live with a man she doesn't, and will not care know.
***
The next day was pure golden, for him and the men.
Carol was so happy to walk away with a name in his pocket.
A new wife for that disgusting son of Adam's to behold. Oh, how Carol couldn't wait to see the look on Raymond's face when he tells him about his brand new wife, brand new life.
"Take it as a token of gratitude" he said to Raymond, who was avoiding his ghostly blue eyes almost every chance he got. Adam sat there with another bar of sugar in his hand, munching on it in relief.
Raymond frowned his angry frown, and clenched his angry fists. Aware of how much these men hated him. "Is that all you have for me?" snickered he, the three men glared at him in confusion.
"Ever since I left yesterday, you've been wasting your little life trying to find me a partner?" he asked, bursting into laughter.
Adam broke his candy bar in half.
"How pathetic" hissed Raymond, "it's like you're asking her for an early death bed with me"
"Enough!" bellowed Adam, "you should be thanking Carol, without him you wouldn't have found a wife, and without a wife you wouldn't have been able to save your sanity"
He rolled his eyes, "my sanity or yours?"
"Listen here, you imbecile" rasped Carol, "you've declined the first option already, fine, 'be safe and sound', but your still living under your father's business, and that means, if he passes, and you're still single by the time he does, we will give his high position to someone else who is married and responsible enough"
He narrowed his dull eyes at the doctor with pure distaste, "and why do I have to get married to own a business?"
"Because, a marriage shows your stability and dedication to a wife, which means that if you are able to keep your wife under control, you can be trusted to do the same to your workers" said Adam.
"And a wife is like a job" cut in Fredrick, "if you know what I mean".
Raymond shook his head at the laughing men, "no I don't, and I don't want too"
"Well then your fired" his father said, shuffling through his cards.
Adam fought a smile as Raymond's jaw hung in the air.
"You can't be serious" he groaned, jolting out of his seat. To Raymond, his own heart beat was a clock, flipping his stomach every time his father opened his mouth to say something ridiculous.
Stubborn as his father was, Adam continued to remain expressionless, "what do you mean? I'm positively serious" he blankly said, "I can't have a worker working for me, if the worker doesn't want to follow my rules"
The men looked down at Raymond's blue veins, waiting at the right moment to lunge out of his throat. "For the last time, I'm not you worker, I'm your son" he plead.
A rumbled rose from the old man's throat, and Raymond angrily threw at glance at Carol. His father shrugged at this, taking out a cigar from his left pocket. "A son who's over 18 years of age" he grumbled, "I'm sure a fine man like you can find another job, since mine's going to be over real soon"
Roaring filled the room as Raymond's stomach growled, nervously he clenched his jaw. "I never knew you hated me so much father" he mumbled.
Adam grinned, pulling out another candy bar after throwing the old wrappers at the three straight-faced men, "whenever I see you I'm one step closer to eating myself to death boy, of course I hate you" he rumbled.
All of this was enough to sit Raymond back down on his chilly cushion. Studying the stares of everyone in the room as they, glared through him with hawk-like eyes. He knew there was no way in hell he was going to break free of marriage.
Fluttering his eyes closed, his world fell black, void of any sight of color; vacant of any presence. Gingerly Raymond's fingers tapped the wood of his father's desk, debating; contemplative.
"What the hell are you doing?" interrupted Adam, he flickered his eyes open once more; coming face to face with four, similar, frowning black suits.
"This isn't a time to sleep" his father scolded, "get out you deficient beast, your fired".
A groan left Raymond's pale lips, "alright" he grumbled. His father shrugged, expecting him to leave.
Except, Raymond didn't leave, only leaned in closer to whisper in his father's red, deformed ear.
"I'll get married".