I Love You Daddy

Revenge is oh so sweet... Girls have no say in our culture. Men control the world that we live in. The only ones that can exact our revenge are the ones who come back. The ones that show that the dead don't always stay that way.
(For the 'Coldest Girl In Coldtown' competition)


3. Chapter Two

He didn’t care about me. He probably never would. I was just a good body and the piece he needed to have an heir. His father, Ahearn, was getting old. Keir didn’t care what happened to me after I'd produced a son.

I scowled at him. “We aren’t married yet. You can't tell me what to do.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet.

“We will be soon Venetia.” His lips curved up into a chilling smile.

“Have they found your sister? Or has Bedelia joined the dead just to get away from you and Harvey?”

Bedelia had been missing for a long time now. It was cruel for me to point it out. She had left her husband to be on the day of her wedding. Harvey had been humiliated.

His grip tightened. “You're going to have to learn some manners.”

“Get off me,” I hissed, trying to push him away. But we both knew he was stronger than me.

Frantic cries from the town suddenly distracted him from telling me who was in charge. Keir dragged me towards the town to see what the commotion was all about.

When we'd reached the town I managed to squirm out of his grasp... and fall onto a body.

Keir winced as my scream pierced the morning air, shattering the tranquil silence. He forced me up on my feet and told me to be quiet but I couldn’t hear him. All I could take in was the metallic, sickly sweet scent of blood. I had to try with all my might to keep the bile from rising in my throat as the putrid scent invaded my nose. I could already smell the body decomposing. There was a certain chill about its appearance; it looked cold. There was no warmth of life surrounding the cadaver.

The corpses' rotting flesh had turned grey and blotchy red bruises covered the body. I soon noticed that the bruises that covered its skin were actually bite marks. Chunks of skin had been ripped off and a grey mush had been left behind.

What could’ve done that to him? An animal?

I pulled away from Keir. I had to get a better look. I needed to see who had been snatched from life.

I took a step closer.

Dull, filmy, unseeing blue eyes stared back up at me. A cruel mockery of Keir's.

Ahearn was dead.


“I suggest we move the ceremony forward. The sooner the better.” My father said.

It wasn’t strange that Keir didn’t seem to give a damn that his father had died.

“Shall we say two da-?”

“Father please reconsider,” I interrupted quickly.

Both men just looked at me and raised their eyebrows.

My father’s jaw twitched. “Anything for you Venetia.” He turned to Keir. “Do you think you can get the preparations ready for tomorrow at dawn?”

I was lucky not to have been given a beating. This punishment was far worse.

Keir nodded. “I suppose so... she can make use of herself then.”

They both chuckled.

My eyes widened.

It didn’t take a genius to work out what they were talking about.

I would have to lie with him. The very thought of it repulsed me. But what choice did I have?


My dress was laced up again and pulled tighter. The pain of not being able to breathe properly wasn’t the only thing that was bringing tears to my eyes. I hadn’t slept all night. This was like being sentenced to death. The ironic thing was that if I couldn’t produce a son, it would be. It was funny that it was against our laws to be forced into marriage, yet here I was. Keir would break me mentally, physically and emotionally.


I pulled away from the maid and turned towards the door. It was my friend Isla. The maid left as she entered.

“I can't marry him.”

She sighed. “You know what Quinn will do if you don’t.”

“I hate him,” I cried. The dam broke and I burst into floods of tears.

Pulling me into her arms she whispered, “You must be strong.”

It did no good. My body shook violently.

“Venetia, breathe. You'll be fine. But you must go through with this.”

I nodded my head shakily. Isla smiled reassuringly at me and wiped away my tears.


Isla squeezed my trembling hand.

“Shh, you can do it. You look beautiful.”

At least one good thing came out of this, I thought sarcastically.

My hair was loose, falling down in long waves. I wore a veil on my head. The crown was gold with encrusted with sparkling blue jewels. I was clothed in a long royal blue dress embroidered with gold around the hem and sleeves. My face was made to look paler, my cheeks rosier and my lips red like blood.

I looked perfect. I felt broken.

Isla let go of my hand and gently pushed me forward. Taking a deep breath I walked towards the ceremony.

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