AmericaXReader: Not Your Choice 3"What were you thinking?! Running off like that!" "I...I'm sorry." Your worried mother gave you gentle hug. "It's okay. As long as you're safe." She didn't know you'd taken self-defense lessons with your dad before he passed away. She thought you were innocent little, defenseless _______ _______. To her unknowing, you were far from it. Alfred knew exactly what you were capable of. "So, _______, do you accept our offer?" You looked at Alfred's parents and politely smiled, but it was a forced smile. Having no other choice but to accept, you said, "Yes." You and Alfred were each handed an engagement ring. He nonchalantly slipped it o
AmericaXReader: Not Your Choice 2You were seating yourself on the couch when the doorbell rang. Your mother answered the door. You could sort of hear the conversation between her and the guests in the doorway. Then you heard a voice so painfully familiar, you almost screamed. "Hello, Mrs. Johnson," you heard him say. "How are you?" "Oh, I'm fine Alfred. Thank you for asking." '"Alfred?! As in "Alfred Freaking Jones"?!' Your mom led the guests into the room and sure enough the jerk that had shoved you to the ground less than an hour ago, was now in your living room and there was no way you could attack him in the thing you were wearing. "_______, are you okay?"
AmericaXReader: Not Your ChoiceIt was never up to you. Never. You were sort of shoved together with him. Of course, in the end it wasn't so bad.***You stared at the clock. Just five more minutes. Five more minutes and you'd be free of schoolwork for the next two months. Two months of pure freedom. And those five minutes were over with the ringing of the school bell. So long school! So long homework! So long-Thud! You were knocked to the ground by the one person you definitely wouldn't miss. His name was... "Alfred F. Jones!" you shouted. "That hurt, ya donk!" He turned to you with a careless expression. "Watch where you're going, retard!" He paraded out of the cl