Promised To One, Loving Another (Ronnie Radke Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Bullet's In The Gun

I used to be a care-free, rebelious, free teenager. I never thought that I was to be promised to someone. I thought my parents loved me. I was an animal to them, apparently. I was traded off. Parents aren't supposed to do that. They're supposed to let their children choose. This is America. Sh-i-t like that doesn't fly anymore. Especially since it's the 21st Century!
I had plans. At sixteen years old, I wanted to finish school, work on a career and live life. Not get married. But I had no choice. I was going to marry a man in his 20's. A man I didn't want anywhere near me. I shuddered at the thought of him touching me in a lovers way. I didn't want him to even touch me as a friend or whatever. I hated him.
There was only one way I knew out of this. If I couldn't live my life in my own freedom, then I wouldn't live at all. I would not live a life where I had no freedom nor a voice of my own. I refused to live a life in prison. I would not be this man's lover or wife.
I held the gun to the temple of my head. Taking deep breaths and slowly squeezing the trigger. Tears filled my eyes as I looked out across the woods. The leaves were orange, yellow and red as they fell from the trees.
I watched the world's beauty one last time as the breeze blew slowly. I pulled the trigger a little tighter. Waiting for it to fire. I didn't know what to expect. Would I hear the gun when it fired? Would I feel the bullet as it pierced my brain? Would I be able to hear the bullet shatter my skull? What would I feel and would I even realize that it happened? Only one way to find out I guess...
"Hey, hey, hey." A male voice said quickly. I looked up and removed the gun from my head and my finger from the trigger. A man with dark brown eyes, black hair and tattoos was looking down at me with soft eyes.
"Why do you have a gun held to your head?" He asked sitting down in front of me. "Why else? Does this look like a water gun to you?" I asked sarcastically with tears in my eyes. "You weren't going to kill yourself, were you?" He asked softly. "Why not. I practically wouldn't be alive anyways." I said looking away. "Don't say that. I'm sure you have a lot to live for at home." He replied. "No I don't. I don't even have a life at home." I stated bitterly. "Why? Why don't you?" He questioned. "Why would you want to know? You're just a stranger." I said. "Then I won't be a stranger anymore. I'm Ronnie." He said holding his hand out, offering a shake. I looked at him oddly. A soft smile played on his lips. I raised my eyebrow questionably at him. He moved his hand more forward.

~Ronnie's POV (point of view) ~
I looked at this girl who was new to me. She was beautiful. Her eyes were so green and her hair was a beautiful shade of honey blonde. I wanted to know why she wanted to end her life but to her, I was just a strange boy who walked into her life literally out of nowhere.

She looked at my hand as I held it out to her to shake and waited for her to tell me her name. I was sure that I was an odd sight to her. My long-ish black hair and tattoos. She probably didn't even like people like me..
"My name is..." She started as she looked at me strangely. "Isolde." She finished. "My name is Isolde." She repeated. "That's a beautiful name. It fits you." I smiled. She raised her brows. She'd probably heard that a million times before.
"It's nice to meet you Isolde." I said taking her hand when she wouldn't give it to me willingly. She looked at me with a cold look and red-rimmed eyes but I only smiled. Hoping to bring a smile to her lips.
"Why have you been crying? I'm not a stranger now. You can tell me." I said. She rubbed her eyes. "My teenage drama is something you don't want to hear about." She replied. "No. I want to know." I insisted. "Well," she started. "I found out this morning that I am in an arranged marriage to a man I dearly hate." She stated. My heart sunk. Why, I didn't understand.
"Don't you have a choice?" I asked. "No. I'm a minor. Therefore I have no choice. If I were 18 I'd have a better chance. But I don't stand a snowball's chance in hell." She replied. "But it's a decision my parents made and there's papers so no. I have no choice." She added. I frowned slightly.
"So if you don't mind, I'm going to end this while I can." She said. "No. You can get out of it. Without killing yourself. I promise." I replied. "How do you know? You've never been in a situation like this. And you're a man. You don't have to be forced into things like women do." She said bitterly. "Come with me. I'll show you a few good reasons to live." I said taking her hands and laying the gun on the ground. I stood up and pulled her with me.
~Isolde's POV~
Ronnie stood up and pulled me up with him looking me in the eyes. The touch of his hands felt so natural. I knew I shouldn't trust him. He was still a total stranger. My parents always told me not to trust a stranger. But hell, they were forcing me to marry a man I hated. At least maybe Ronnie would kill me quickly if he were too.
He lead me down to a lake. The water sparkled in the sunshine. There was a boat awaiting our arrival. "Get in." He said gesturing for me to get in the boat. I looked at him questionably again. "Trust me." He said when I didn't get in. "You're not going to drown me in the lake are you? I want to go quick. Not slow." I said. He chuckled. "No. I'm trying to talk you out of killing yourself, why would I do what I'm trying to prevent?" He questioned. I seen his point. I stepped in the boat and sat down.
He pushed the boat off and jumped in quickly. I clutched the sides of the boat as it rocked from side to side. He laughed. "What's wrong?" He asked. "I've never been in a boat before." I answered. "Well that's changed hasn't it? Are you scared?" He questioned. Yes. Let's play 20 damn questions.
"No." I replied. "Really now...?" He questioned and started rocking the boat. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" I squeeled. He laughed. "I thought you weren't scared!" He stated. I growled at him and narrowed my eyes. He laughed harder. "Hmph." I puffed and pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my knees. He quickly stopped laughing and looked at me. "I'm sorry." He said. I looked at him then my eyes fell back to the water. Silence filled the open air between us as he rowed the boat.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Ronnie asked proudly as he admired the landscape. "Yeah. It is. But why did you bring me out here?" I questioned putting my feet on the boat floor and straightning my back. "I told you. To show you the beautiful things in life. If you had pulled that trigger, you'd never seen this." He said looking at me softly. "It's not the beautiful things that are causing me to end my life. It's the ugly things I don't want to see. Why should I live if I'm going to be in a loveless marriage? That doesn't sound like much of a life." I replied. "But you can protest it when you're 18, can't you?" He questioned. "I'm not sure. But by the time I'm 18, I'll be married. I'll probably be forced to have kids by then. Kids I don't want. With a man I don't love..." I trailed off staring off into the water.
"You don't want kids...?" Ronnie asked. "No. I love kids but I don't want any of my own. Kids is just one of the things I don't want." I stated. "You should want kids." He said still looking at me. "Why?" I asked bitterly. "Because if you have a daughter, she'll be beautiful. Just like you." He said softly, placing his hand on my cheek gently. I forward my brows at him then pulled my face away from his hand.

I didn't want to get close to this man nor let him change my mind about the decision I made. He didn't need to be anywhere near me. I was sure he wasn't getting attached to me but if he was, I didn't want him to. He didn't need to. He's a stranger who walked into my life while I was trying to end it.


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