Sinister World.
× C H A N C E ×
Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month October
Chicago, Illinois
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“I want you to marry me, Parson,” Harry whispered to me when he laid down in the bed. I didn't bother to put clothes on after I clumsily ran out of the bathroom.
I was exhausted. I didn't want to do this anymore. I just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before. When I had Jate, and when I was with my parents. I hated the way my parents were, but I still loved them. I just wonder if they're okay. I wonder if they've died from overdoses… or they're still alive and at least wondering where Jate and I are…
“Harry?” I asked and I felt the bed dip in beside me, his body gliding closer to me as he hovered over me to look at me as I turned.
“Yes?” his eyes glistened with hope and I had to turn away from him so he would know my answer to his proposal was still no.
“Do you know what my parents are doing?” I asked him and he went silent. He stayed where he was though, hovering above me. When I looked back at him, his eyes were closed and he seemed to be ashamed. “Harry?” I repeated, sitting up and covering my body with the duvet on the bed. When Harry brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs, I noticed his bloody knuckles. But I also noticed the way he wouldn't look at me. “Harry!” I screamed, becoming angry and worried at the same time.
“They're dead, Parson!” he hollered at me and I swallowed hard.
“H-How do you know?” I asked, tears filling my eyes as I searched him repeatedly. “How do you know?” I repeated with closed teeth when he didn't answer me.
“Because…” he started, then he looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I killed them.”
“And you expect me to marry you?” I asked, my heart pounding against my chest as I sobbed in front of him. When I stood up, he didn't move from the position he was in as I grabbed my underwear and dress from the floor.
After I dressed, I walked out of the bedroom and I was at loss for air when I realized he wasn't coming after me.
Was he going to let me go? I stopped walking and looked over my shoulder to see Harry leaning against his doorframe in a pair of black trousers. And without moving, he crossed his arms and said, “Do you really want to know why you were different from all of the other girls? Why every slaveowner wanted to have you for them self?”
My lips parted and I turned completely towards him. He stood up straight and stuffed his scabbed hands into his trouser pockets. “Parson, you stood out, sure. But us slaveowners do our research. We all wanted you, as a trophy of course, because we knew you were too innocent and stubborn to become a slave. Although… you weren't initially supposed to be a trophy but when we all realized that we all wanted you, a trophy figure you became,” he ranted.
He chuckled. “I'm not telling you what you want to hear. We all thought you were different because when you were captured, you were the only woman to fight back. No one else cared that they were being taken. You wanted to stay with your family, and you fought back.”
“Thanks to you, I don't have a family anymore,” I muttered.
“Then where are you going?” he asked and my lips parted again. “Parson, I'm pretty sure I'm the closest thing to fucking family that you're going to get. So where are you going? Why are you leaving? If I'm all that you got, why won't you marry me?”
“Because you have managed to take every single person that I actually cared about away from me. I have nothing left because of you,” I told him.
“But we can make something more!” he yelled. “I am actually willing to put down my habits and marry you, and create a family with you. Because I fucking love you! You say that everyone that you cared about is gone, but I know that you care about me a bit. I care about you, I love you, and fuck, if I am willing to stop killing for you, than that should show you something!”
“But why would you stop killing for me?” I asked.
“You've obviously never been in love,” he said and I furrowed my brows, my mind jumping to Louis.
“And you have?” I asked and he fisted his hands.
“Why the fuck is everyone saying that I don't know what love is? I know all about love! I have been in love with so many people and so many things that it makes me sick! I even had to let go of the people I loved!” he sighed, “And by let go… I mean kill.”
I immediately became confused. When I was about to say something, he said, “Tomlinson didn't kill my parents, Parson, I did. I killed my parents, I have killed two of my wives, and I even… I even killed my daughter…”
“You're a sick bastard, Harry,” I barked.
“And you don't think I know that?” he hissed. “You're trying to leave because I took everyone you cared about away, but I've taken everyone I cared about away too. And again, I'm willing to stop that, for you.”
“How do I know that you won't kill me, too, Harry?” I asked and he walked up to me, grabbing my hands in his and making my eyes widen.
“Because you're all that I have left, Diamond…” he whispered and I swallowed again. “Can't I be all that you have left? Won't you give me that chance?”
Everything he told me, had a point. He was all that I had left… “I will marry you,” I said and he wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning in to kiss me. “But, only under one condition,” I started and he arched an eyebrow. “You have to give up everything for me, Harry.”
“E-Everything?” he stuttered, and he thought for a moment. “We'll move into a small cabin in the mountains in Colorado. My grandmother had a plantation there, and no one knows except me. I made sure of it… I'll let all of my slaves go… and we'll get married here in the garden tomorrow.”
“Woah,” I mumbled and he swallowed hard. “You mean, you're really giving up everything?”
“That was the condition to marry the woman I love…” he whispered and I felt myself smiling a little when he kissed me. If Harry was the only man that had the chance to make me happy in this world, then I was going to let it happen.
Year 2023, Month October
Chicago, Illinois
~~
“I want you to marry me, Parson,” Harry whispered to me when he laid down in the bed. I didn't bother to put clothes on after I clumsily ran out of the bathroom.
I was exhausted. I didn't want to do this anymore. I just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before. When I had Jate, and when I was with my parents. I hated the way my parents were, but I still loved them. I just wonder if they're okay. I wonder if they've died from overdoses… or they're still alive and at least wondering where Jate and I are…
“Harry?” I asked and I felt the bed dip in beside me, his body gliding closer to me as he hovered over me to look at me as I turned.
“Yes?” his eyes glistened with hope and I had to turn away from him so he would know my answer to his proposal was still no.
“Do you know what my parents are doing?” I asked him and he went silent. He stayed where he was though, hovering above me. When I looked back at him, his eyes were closed and he seemed to be ashamed. “Harry?” I repeated, sitting up and covering my body with the duvet on the bed. When Harry brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs, I noticed his bloody knuckles. But I also noticed the way he wouldn't look at me. “Harry!” I screamed, becoming angry and worried at the same time.
“They're dead, Parson!” he hollered at me and I swallowed hard.
“H-How do you know?” I asked, tears filling my eyes as I searched him repeatedly. “How do you know?” I repeated with closed teeth when he didn't answer me.
“Because…” he started, then he looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I killed them.”
“And you expect me to marry you?” I asked, my heart pounding against my chest as I sobbed in front of him. When I stood up, he didn't move from the position he was in as I grabbed my underwear and dress from the floor.
After I dressed, I walked out of the bedroom and I was at loss for air when I realized he wasn't coming after me.
Was he going to let me go? I stopped walking and looked over my shoulder to see Harry leaning against his doorframe in a pair of black trousers. And without moving, he crossed his arms and said, “Do you really want to know why you were different from all of the other girls? Why every slaveowner wanted to have you for them self?”
My lips parted and I turned completely towards him. He stood up straight and stuffed his scabbed hands into his trouser pockets. “Parson, you stood out, sure. But us slaveowners do our research. We all wanted you, as a trophy of course, because we knew you were too innocent and stubborn to become a slave. Although… you weren't initially supposed to be a trophy but when we all realized that we all wanted you, a trophy figure you became,” he ranted.
He chuckled. “I'm not telling you what you want to hear. We all thought you were different because when you were captured, you were the only woman to fight back. No one else cared that they were being taken. You wanted to stay with your family, and you fought back.”
“Thanks to you, I don't have a family anymore,” I muttered.
“Then where are you going?” he asked and my lips parted again. “Parson, I'm pretty sure I'm the closest thing to fucking family that you're going to get. So where are you going? Why are you leaving? If I'm all that you got, why won't you marry me?”
“Because you have managed to take every single person that I actually cared about away from me. I have nothing left because of you,” I told him.
“But we can make something more!” he yelled. “I am actually willing to put down my habits and marry you, and create a family with you. Because I fucking love you! You say that everyone that you cared about is gone, but I know that you care about me a bit. I care about you, I love you, and fuck, if I am willing to stop killing for you, than that should show you something!”
“But why would you stop killing for me?” I asked.
“You've obviously never been in love,” he said and I furrowed my brows, my mind jumping to Louis.
“And you have?” I asked and he fisted his hands.
“Why the fuck is everyone saying that I don't know what love is? I know all about love! I have been in love with so many people and so many things that it makes me sick! I even had to let go of the people I loved!” he sighed, “And by let go… I mean kill.”
I immediately became confused. When I was about to say something, he said, “Tomlinson didn't kill my parents, Parson, I did. I killed my parents, I have killed two of my wives, and I even… I even killed my daughter…”
“You're a sick bastard, Harry,” I barked.
“And you don't think I know that?” he hissed. “You're trying to leave because I took everyone you cared about away, but I've taken everyone I cared about away too. And again, I'm willing to stop that, for you.”
“How do I know that you won't kill me, too, Harry?” I asked and he walked up to me, grabbing my hands in his and making my eyes widen.
“Because you're all that I have left, Diamond…” he whispered and I swallowed again. “Can't I be all that you have left? Won't you give me that chance?”
Everything he told me, had a point. He was all that I had left… “I will marry you,” I said and he wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning in to kiss me. “But, only under one condition,” I started and he arched an eyebrow. “You have to give up everything for me, Harry.”
“E-Everything?” he stuttered, and he thought for a moment. “We'll move into a small cabin in the mountains in Colorado. My grandmother had a plantation there, and no one knows except me. I made sure of it… I'll let all of my slaves go… and we'll get married here in the garden tomorrow.”
“Woah,” I mumbled and he swallowed hard. “You mean, you're really giving up everything?”
“That was the condition to marry the woman I love…” he whispered and I felt myself smiling a little when he kissed me. If Harry was the only man that had the chance to make me happy in this world, then I was going to let it happen.
Notes
I'm posting another chapter in a few hours and then the last one will be up tomorrow when I wake up :))Thanks in advance: I want to thank you all so much for sticking with this story, no matter how slow it's been going (update wise and story wise). I love you all so much and I just... don't want you to hate me for the ending, that's all :D
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Hey its okay, it was just a request plus I know how much hard it is to update chapters especially when you have many stories. Trust me, I know its brutal :(
Anyways take your time and keep doing the good work :-)
9/20/16