Y/N POV

"I will have to go home soon," I spoke up laying on his chest drawing random patterns. "I wish yous would stay." He replied his arms tightening around me. "I with nothing more than to stay here with you." I began crying letting the tears fall from my face. "Why the tears?"

"Because when I go home I shall have to apologize for being unladylike and for talking back to him and my parents may force the marriage sooner that expected." Spot gave me another irritated glare. "Yous can't still be thinking about marrying that man." I didn't speak and he sat up and looked at me. "Yous still gonna marry him. Y/n that man hits you. You deserve to be treated like yous the greatest goirl in the world because you are. Don't ya see that man doesn't love yous. I love yous."

"I love you too. However I have no say in the matter. Can't you see Spot? I'm trapped."

"I think yous have more of a say so then you think."

Spot walked me home once again in the dark night sky. "Goodnight Spot."

"Goodnight." Just as I was about to walk in through the door he stopped me. "Wait. Y/n please don't go in there. Stay with me. Is could take good care of you." Tears spilled from my face once again. "I'm sorry Spot I cant."

Spots POV

I watched her walk in. I watched her leave me behind. I hit the post on her large porch. Then I heard the yelling. I was fed up. Y/n deserves happiness. Pacing back and forth I made a decision on an impulse. I opened the door and walked in. "Father please don't make me marry him."

"And why not he is a good man with a wealthy and well respected family and"

"And an abusive and manipulative person." I spoke up. Her father looked at me surprised. "What are you doing in my home or on my property for that matter." I squared up my shoulders walking up to him. "Yous just gotta listen. William is not a good man. You're daughter almost died today because of in and yous people for that matter." His expression grew furious. "You have not a single idea of what you are speaking about. He is a good man."

"Then tell me why the hell your daughter gots random bruises on her. She's practically starving because she's trying to be perfect for ya. Don't you see how perfect she really is just by being herself."

"And who are you to tell me who my daughter is and who she is to marry?"

"Nobody as important as yourself. But I love her. I love your daugher and she deserves so much betta."

"You believe that a working classmen who can barely afford to eat such as yourself deserves to marry my daughter. You're nothing but a punk kid who has convinced my daughter to go against us. Now I see why she has been talking back to us and staying out late at night without a proper chaperone. Not only will she get married but she will get married by the end of this week and you will never see her again and if I do catch you with my daughter I will have you behind bars."

"You cant do that. I didn't do nothin illegal."

"Are you sure about that kid? Because I'd say trespassing on public property is enough to keep you behind bars."

"Please no father I love him," Y/n spoke up and I looked at her. She looked much like a scared child and all I wanted to do was hold her. "Elenore take her upstairs and lock her up in her room." A couple of maid came down and grabbed her taking her upstairs. "No. Please. Let me say goodbye please." Then she left. "Go before I call the police." I nodded my head and walked out the door.

I headed back home and smiled at the messy bed. I grabbed them and started to hand wash them to the best of my abilities.