Okay…here's where the drama begins!
Chapter 4: An Unwanted Surprise
This was the third night in a row that mother wouldn't let me out of the house. She found out about my…gifts…and decided that my leaving the house at night was out of the question from now on.
"I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea." I muttered to myself as I paced in my room. Cleopatra looked at me and growled in sympathy. "Oh Cleopatra, I love him so. I want to be with him." I said as I crashed on my bed. I heard footsteps coming down the hall and a knock on my door.
"Come in." I said quietly.
"Hurry and get yourself made up to look presentable." My mother said as she entered the room and eyed my neck. "Your sister's fiancée will be arriving shortly."
"Fiancée?" I asked. Since when was Ophelia getting married?
"Yes, his mother and I have already arranged it." She said as she left the room.
Oh boy, I thought to myself. I didn't care. I just want to see Gomez again.
"Mother, where are we going?" I asked as soon as we got into the car.
"To meet your bride." She answered.
"My bride?" I said as my eyes opened wide. I can't get married! Not to some random woman anyways. I thought of Morticia and the poem I wrote that was now in my pocket.
"Yes, the ceremony is set to take place next weekend." She said as if she had my entire future planned out.
"But mother, I'm in love with-" I began saying, but was interrupted by her.
"Oh look, we're here." She said as she stepped out of the car. "Come along, Gomez."
I stepped out of the car and slowly made my way up the pathway. When the door opened, I followed my mother into what seemed to be the living room. A short, skinny woman stood and greeted us.
"Hello, I'm Mrs. Frump. Let me introduce you to my daughters." She said as she looked at me. "Girls!" She called out. The first one that walked into the room was tall, blonde, and amazingly familiar. "This is my daughter, Ophelia Frump, who you shall marry next week."
"How do you do?" She said it a harmonious voice. It was dreadful.
"I'm fine." I said, barely even looking at her.
"And this is her sister, Morticia."
The moment she walked into the room and saw me, my whole world fell apart. Not only was I to marry someone I didn't love, but I also had to marry my love's older sister.
Morticia looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, but this time, there was something different in them. Something I had never seen before. It was betrayal. Betrayal that soon turned into hatred. With tears in her eyes, she rushed up the stairs and slammed the door to her room, and I was left to endure the torture of the evening, knowing she was up there, crying.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! That's what I am. How could I have thought someone actually loved me? And the worst part? The worst part is that I loved him back. Now, all I want is to forget about him. I never want to see him again.
Quietly, I opened my window and climbed down the tree. As I walked past the window of the living room, I looked inside. Mother and Mrs. Addams were chatting away about the wedding, no doubt, and Ophelia seemed to be trying to get Gomez's attention. Apparently it wasn't working because she seemed very frustrated while Gomez seemed to stare at my bedroom door, upstairs. I quickly left the house and headed to the cemetery.
I wasn't paying attention to anything that was happening around me. I desperately wanted to go see her, to talk to her, to explain that I didn't want this.
"May I use the restroom?" I asked as this first excuse flew into my head.
"Yes dear, its upstairs, it's the first door to your left." Mrs. Frump said.
"Pardon me." I said as I got up and walked up the stairs.
"Morticia?" I whispered and quietly knocked on her door. "Morticia, can I come in?" I opened the door to find the room empty and the window opened. Where could she have gone?
I decided to go looking for her later, so that I wouldn't make Mrs. Frump suspicious. I sat through the rest of the evening in agony and thought about where Morticia could have gone. I thought of only one place. The cemetery.
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