Chapter 3

After dinner, I go to my bedroom and I lie down. I can hear Xavier yelling from upstairs. He’s yelling so loud, I can make out every word he’s saying.

“You’re the one who wanted this, not me!”

“Yeah? Well she’s MY fiancé. I don’t give a shit!”

“Fuck off!”

“She’s not yours, she’s not yours, and she’s not anyone else’s, MINE, and I can do whatever the hell I please!”

And it keeps going from there. I cover my ears with a pillow to lessen the sound of his constant screaming and it worked like a charm.

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of someone calling my name. I know that voice all too well.

“Dionne, wake up.” Xavier says, sounding pissed.

I sit up and I rub my eyes softly.

“What’s going on? What time is it?” I ask

“Get up and get dressed. I’m taking you to school.” He says.

My eyes widen in surprise.

Last year, I finished high school, I got accepted into a university, but I couldn’t go because my father wouldn’t allow it. He said college was for girls who had brains and that I wasn’t the lucky few of them. Why am I going now?

“I don’t go to school.” I respond.

“Well today you do. So get ready. I won’t ask again.” He says, irritated.

He turns around and I flinch softly at the slight movement. He stops and turns to look at me up and down, then he leaves. I exhale and I get up and I start to get dressed. I guess this is it.

I guess I’m going to school.

When I walk downstairs, I find a book-bag filled with books and other supplies and I look around before picking it up, smiling. Underneath it, sits a note.

Enjoy your first day, darling. ~ Daxine

 “Thanks Daxine.” I say quietly.

“Let’s go.” Suddenly says Xavier, his deep voice making me jump.

He walks out in front of me and goes to his car, and I join him, getting in the passenger seat. On the way to the university, the ride’s quiet until Xavier breaks the silence.

“I’ve taken notice to the fact that you’re always flinching at me. Care to tell me why?” he says.

“No.” I respond.

“I wasn’t really asking.” He says sternly.

I hesitate and he sighs and throws his head back.

“If you’re going to be my wife I should know something about you.” He says, looking over to me.

“I’m …. I’m not comfortable sharing it with you.” I say, preparing for the worst.

Instead of the worst, I get a shoulder shrug and a “whatever.”, and the ride continues silent until we reach the parking lot of the university.

“Let’s go. I don’t have all day. I need to go to work.” He says tiredly.

I get out and we walk to the front office with my bags in my hand. We’re greeted by a woman with a smile on her face and her hair tied up as she introduces us.

“Welcome to our university, what can I do for you?” she asks cheekily.

“Can you put her in?” Xavier asks, pointing to me.

“Has she put in an application here?” the woman asks.

Xavier stays quiet, giving me permission to speak.

“Um .. yes ma’am. I enrolled early, I did it my senior year, last year?” I say.

“Let me see here.” She says, typing on her computer. “And what’s your name, darling?” she asks me.

“Dionne. Dionne-“

“Coleman! Oh, it’s a pleasure to have you here! I was so excited when you accepted our offer. You’re a smart girl, we’re happy to have you. I’ll print off a schedule and put you in the system to go here. Thank you very much!” she says, shaking my hand.

“And from now on, she’ll go by Dionne Foster.” Xavier interjects.

The woman looks from him to me and smiles.

“No problem!” she says.

“I’ll be here at 4:30. And don’t keep me waiting. I’m not a patient man.” He says.

I walk off and I take a look at my schedule. The first class I go to is Calculus, so I ask my way around and I eventually make it. I take a seat and a minute or two later, I hear someone whispering to me.

“Psst!” she signals. “Hey, you!” she whispers.

I look up and around until I see a girl waving at me.

“Did you need something?” I ask.

“Your name? Mine is Charlotte. Charlotte Henderson. I’m a first year. You?” she says, holding out her hand.”

I take her hand and I shake it, smiling warmly at her.

“Dionne Coleman.” I reply.

“Let me see your schedule.” Says Charlotte.

I hand it to her and she smiles brightly.

“We have all of the same classes! Wanna be friends?” she asks, raising her eyebrow at me.

“Sure. I’d like that.” I say, smiling.

My phone pings with a text, so I open it and it’s from Vixen.

Vixen

DON’T MAKE ME WAIT

I put my phone away and I look over at Charlotte who’s smiling at me, handing my schedule back.

“Thank you.” I say.

“You’re welcome. Today should be fun.” She says.

I sure as hell hope it is.

After math, writing, foreign language, and a psychology class along with a nursing one, it’s the end of the day and I’m worn out. I stand out in front of the university, waiting on Xavier to show up when some guy bumps into me.

“What the hell? Watch where you’re going!” I say.

I turn around and I see a tall man, about 6 foot 3 and he turns around smiling while his other friends crowd around me.

“You’re pretty. What’s your name?” he asks, a devious smirk on his face.

“I heard it was Dionne.” One of his other friends say.

“Dionne? That’s a pretty name. You wanna catch lunch together tomorrow? Maybe we could hook up.”

What the hell is this guy thinking?

“What the hell?! Get away from me!”

‘Come on, baby, give me a chance, don’t you wanna know what this is like?” he says, grabbing his dick through his pants.

This is fucking sick.

All of a sudden I hear a car door close and I can feel Xavier’s dominant aura behind me. “Step the fuck away.” He says, grabbing my wrist and giving these guys a death stare.

“Look at this guy, who does he think he-“

He’s cut off by a punch to the face from Xavier. He lies on the ground, writhing as his friends try and help him from the ground.

“Damnit.” Xavier mutters, shaking his hand.

Blood pours from the other guy’s nose as every single person outside looks at me and Xavier. Charlotte runs up to me and hugs me.

“Are you alright?” she asks. “I should have warned you about them. I’ve heard about that group. They’re third years, they like to prey on fresh meat.” She says.

“Dionne!” Xavier yells from the car. He’s looking at me with a calm expression as he sits in the car.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Charlotte. Thanks for caring so much.” I say.

I walk off and I go to the car, sitting with my head down as we drive back home.