Read my new story Matched (Harry Styles)
I hate him! I hate him so much! Tears were streaming down my cheeks as he forced me back 'home'. Home was a place your supposed to feel love and passion in. All I feel is hatred.
I feel hatred for what he's done to me.
I don't want to be his wife, but too late I am.
I don't want to be queen.
I don't want to be pregnant, or a mother yet.
And I most definetly don't want to be a vampire.
I wish I could have been a good girl to my parents. I wouldnt have been sent to a boarding school, I wouldn't have met Harry,
I'd be home.
I'd be with my family.
I'd be where I want to be.
But truly what is home?
"Kristina, we're home."
That's right, home is in the cage, where I am tortured day by day.
"Let's go inside, then we will discuss your punishment," Harry said.
I nodded vaguely and followed him in.