Shattered Violets~23

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It didn’t take long before the three blond bobble heads came rushing into the room with a satin lavender dress in tow.  They took one look at Angel and started talking amongst themselves; cackling like chickens. The blonde headed twit came over to Angel taking her by the arm and having her take a seat in front of the vanity.

“Well sweetheart, he didn’t give up much time to work our magic, but they don’t call us miracle workers for nothing.” The head blonde said to Angel.

I could see the fire behind Angel’s eyes. One thing for sure was my Angel was vain, and that stupid twit just pissed her the hell off.

“Listen you stupid twat, get your hands off me and leave the dress and on the bed. I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes, and I’ll sure as hell look better than if you touched me.” Angel hissed.

“Well I never!” She snorted.

“Or will you ever.” Angel retorted.

With that, all three bimbo’s left the room, their pride a little wounded. As soon as the door shut I couldn’t stop myself for busting up laughing. “Angel, what the hell.”

“Oh, don’t want the hell me Vi. You know they needed to be taken down a peg or two; coming in here like the queens of the original make-over. Now help me. We have fifteen minutes to make them eat their words.”

Plugging in the curling iron and I got to work brushing out the tangles in Angel’s hair, as she began removing her make-up from tear stained eyes. It didn’t take long before I had her hair up in a nice twist, with soft curls framing her face. Once her make-up was finished, she stripped out of the little number she had warned at the club last night. Slipping into the dress, we noticed it was three sizes too big in the waist, as her boobs were popping out over the bust line. After digging through the bathroom drawers and cosmetic cases the bimbo trio left, we were able to Macgyver the dress to fit perfectly.

Standing in front of the mirror together, both of forced a weak smile. There was nothing we could do but wait for whatever was to happen to unfold.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Damon came busting in a few moments later; my father at his side.

“Well, I’ll be damned; you clean up good for a whore.” Damon taunted Angel.

“Damon, don’t.” I snapped.

“For you my love, anything on this joyous day”, Damon said; clapping his hands together.

Snorts of disgusts filled the room. Damon acted as if he was oblivious to our reactions as he walked over to me. Taking my hand he led me to my father, and placed my hand in my his.

“Thomas, will you please escort Vivian down stairs in ten minutes. I’ll take her downstairs to the alter with me.” Damon requested as he gestured to Angel.

I could feel the skin begin to prickle on the back on my neck and run down my spine. I didn’t want Angel out of my sight. Still I knew I didn’t have a choice.

“Damon.” I said turning towards him. “Angel better be down there waiting for me or else I will not go through this.”

“Vivian, I’ve been patient, but do you really want to keep testing me?”

“I’ll test you until the day I die”, I hissed.

“You know that can be arrange”, Damon challenged back.

“Well, if Angel isn’t standing beside me, then you’d be better off putting a bullet in my head, because there will be no way I’ll go through with this shit.” Feeling the daggers from my father’s eyes, I turned to him. “Old man, I don’t know what Damon holds over you, nor do I give a flying fuck. You can be his bitch for all I care, but after this moment I am no longer your daughter. Whatever it is you think I owe you has been paid. To me, you’re dead.”

“Now you listen to me.” My father started.

“Now, now you two play nice.” The lightness in Damon’s voice made me sick. “Now, Angel is it. I’ll play nice if you do. Let’s go. It’s time for Vivian and me to get married.” Damon bent down and kissed my cheek. Taking Angel by the arm he led her out the double doors of the hotel suite.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 Ripping my hand out of my fathers, I distanced myself.

“So father?” I turned to him, feeling the acid drip from my lips as I spoke to him. “What does Damon have on you? It’s got to be good to sell your own daughter to the devil?”

“My arrangement is none of your business?” he retorted.  

“Well, since I’m in the middle of your deal, I believe I have a right to know.” I stood there with my arms crossed over my chest, glaring at the bastard.

“You have no rights. The night you ran away, all you rights as my daughter were gone.”

“If my rights as your daughter are gone, then your rights as my father have vanished as well. By all rights, I should not be forced to marry a man I despise and don’t even know. As a father, you should be against such a thing.” I spat.

“As you father I have the right to do as I please. I will sell you to the highest bidder if I wish. After you left and soiled yourself, nobody wanted you. You are a tainted piece of trash. You could have been so much. Married into the most elite of families and raised the next generation of society. But no, you believed I killed your mother, when you know damn well the gun went off by accident. You ruined your future and mine.” He ranted as he paced back and forth around the room.

I stood there in ah. How could a father believe he was entitled to dictate his daughter’s life; to sell her to the highest bidder, as if she was just a commodity? I thought that by now my heart was made of stone, but it shattered again under his words. I stood there just staring at him. I couldn’t believe this man.

“So, then tell me. How much did you sell me for?” I asked, trying to keep my tone as neutral as humanly possible.

Listening to my father hmm and ha, I waited. After a moment and two he stopped pacing and turned towards me. “You might want to sit down for this young lady.” I stood there silent, waiting for him to go on. “Vivian my dear, I sold you hand in marriage for stocks in Multi-tek.” The gleam in his eyes made me sick.

“And how much is the stock worth?” I asked; feeling sick to my stomach.

“Well the last time I checked the agreement was for 49 shares of the company stocks, totally just over two-hundred million.”

“What the fuck?” I yelled. “You sold me for two-hundred million? You or Damon are out of your fucking minds?”

“Maybe, but I’ll be that much richer the moment you say I do!” He said, as he rubbed his hands together.  

I began pacing in my father’s wake. “You sold me for 49 shares in a company, worth two-hundred million? Why?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

“Well I already own 10 shares, so adding the 49, I’ll own the majority of the stock; allowing me to control the board. Hence, control the company.”

“What is so wonderful about this company that you want to hold the majority shares?” I asked.

My father laughed as he looked at me. I could see in his eyes he wasn’t all there. Something had snapped long ago.

“What makes the company so damn special my dear little girl is it holds billions in military contracts? Not just our nation’s military contracts, but other leading countries as well. With this company, I can control the world.” I stated in glee.

I had always known my father was a money hungry bastard, but he was fucking crazy as well. The only reason he married my mother was to get his hands on her inheritance. Now he’s sold his own daughter to the highest bidder, in hopes of controlling the world’s military contracts. Money and power was the only thing my father understood and loved.

As I was trying to wrap my mind around the whole situation, the door opened and Damon’s goon popped his head in. “Thomas. Vivian. We’re ready.”

“Oh fuck!” I blurted.

“Vivian!” My father warned. Taking my hand, he pulled me out of the room and down to hell waiting for me.

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