"You're marying my brother, Jonah!"
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I gave a short laugh. "That's funny . . . I just thought you said --"
"I did. You, Alexandria Elizabeth Davis, are marrying my brother, Jonah Harold Castlas."
"Wha . . . ?" How did he know my middle name? Did I tell him? I did tell him my first and last . . . ugh, I can't remember! "What are you talking about?"
"You have an arranged marriage with my twin brother, Jonah!"
"Why?!"
"Well . . . there was a contract sort of thing. And uhm . . . if I remember it correctly, it stated that the first girl to be born in the Davis family would be married to the person closest to her age in the Castlas family or something like that. Oh! The contract-thing was dated fifty years ago."
"Oh . . . I'm the first girl, huh? Well . . . at least, I know something."
"What's that?"
"That you're completely insane!" I hopped off of him and ran. Then, of course, I crashed into Jonah, toppling on top of him. "Uhm, uhm, uhm . . ." I was absolutely speechless. Really? Is this story that cliche?
"Hey, Alex!"
"Is . . ." Godammit, I must have speech problems or something. "Is it true that -- ?"
Of course! Once I'm able to form a sentence I'm interrupted. "That we're engaged? Yeah! Isn't it great?"
"Uhm . . . have you known this all your life, because I sure haven't."
"Yeah, Jonathan and I have known this for . . . what? All our lives?"
I sighed. Well . . . shall we summarize the events that have just occured? I somehow like a guy I just met today which made me feel like a slut, I'm marrying his twin brother and my mom beat me . . . Isn't that lovely?
"Oh my gosh! What happened? Are you all right? Do you need to go to the hopspital?"
"N -- no, I . . . uhm . . . I fell!"
"We're taking you to the hospital!" He grabbed my hand after making sure nothing was wrong with it, and pulled me toward his car.
"No! We can't! If my mom finds out she'll --" I cut myself off. Fuck, I'm such a fucking bigmouth, fuck, fuck, fuck.
He stopped. "Or she'll what?" I looked at my feet. "She did this to you? . . . Alex! Did she do this?"
I nodded and murmured, "Yes."
"I'm calling the police!" He took out a cell phone but I snatched it out of his hand.
"No! You can't! She'll just get bailed out by one of her rich boyfriends . . . and then she'll probably try and get one to rape me or something."
He sighed and rubbed his temples. Jonathan stood next to me and our hands touched. I could feel my face getting a little warm. He entwined his pinky with mine, I thought it was so cute!
I blurted, "I'm sorry!"
"For what?" They asked simulaneously.
"Uhm . . . for getting you guys worried about me. I'm sorry. I should go." I unwrapped my pinky and took one step but Jonathan grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him.
"Don't be sorry." He rested his chin on the top of my head. I felt a little uncomfortable being in front of my "finacee" while doing this and all but it felt right. "Jonah. We're taking her to our house, all right?"
"No, no, it's fine! I don't want to impose."
"No, you must! You know . . . our mother is a nurse and she can help you with you wounds." Well . . . If it's for health purposes I suppose I could be there for just a little bit.
"Uhm . . . if you insist."
And with that we went to their house.
It was cool at first but then . . .
