His father. How could someone’s own father do something like that to them?

“B..But why..?” I mumbled into Blake’s chest.
“He doesn’t like you.” Blake said shortly.

“He hasn’t even met me!” I screeched, pulling back from Blake and looking into his eyes for something, anything.
“It doesn’t matter sweety. Your not a Galikon, like me and my family. He wants me to marry pure..” Blake whispered, ashamed of his father.

I touched his face. I knew I couldn’t live without him, but I had known my parents longer. But were they more important to me? I shook my head fericly. No my parents were to come before any and every guy I met.

“So is this good-bye?” I asked slowly.
Blake just held me tightly. We stayed like that for what felt like hours. “We should go now.” He whispered in my ear.
I took a step back and looked at him, a confussed look on my face. “We?“

“Of course silly. Your part of the trade. I give him you and he sends you and your parents home. Ready?” He said.

“Yeah.” I choked out.