Only You Have My Heart By Cheeni (Unedited version) CHAPTER ONE VALERIE “Why the hell are you marrying Christopher ?” I yell. “Oh, come on, Val,” my sister, Charlotte sighs. “You know, you can't help who you fall for.” “You know I hate Levi! If you marry Christopher, I will have to spend more time with Levi Freaking Bennett !” I exclaim before shoveling a scoop of oatmeal into my mouth. “Here,” Char sighs, offering me a plate full of cut strawberries and blueberries on it. “Put these in your oatmeal, it’ll taste better.” I grab the plate, and put a handful of fruit in my oatmeal, and stir it in. “Why, Char? You know I hate his brother! You remember what Levi did, right?” “Yeah, but Chris is actually a nice person, Val! Just give him a chance. Please? For me, try, please?” “Fine, but only for you,” I reluctantly say. “And you're sure Christopher isn't as rude as Levi?” “I'm positive, Valerie. He's really nice, and you'll like him once you get to know him.” “I have to get ready for school,” I say curly, before running up the stairs. I slam the door shut, and accidentally slam into my books—full of books of all genres—and wince. I gingerly place my hand on my ribcage, where I know there’ll be a bruise there. I take my honey blond hair out its braid, before fanning it, and putting it around my shoulders, and styling my curtain bangs. Deciding against makeup, I put on my pink, heart shaped earrings, and clasp a rose gold necklace around my neck. I grab a bottle of lip gloss off my vanity, quickly glancing at the shade. It says Strawberry Milkshake so it is some shade of pink. It will do. I shove the bottle in my pocket, before grabbing a beige color headband and dashing down the stairs. “You look nice,” Char says, holding out the keys to my car. “Thanks,” I say, kneeling down to strap my brown wedge shoes. “Are the shoes too much?” I ask my sister. She shakes her head. “You look perfect. You look like you .” “Not sure that's a good thing,” I mutters before saying, “Bye, see you after school, Char.” “Actually, I have to go to Chris’s, so I’ll be back around nine, okay? Dad is gone with Ellie, so I left dinner money on the table.” I nod, and walk out of the door. Sighing, I walk to my dark red 2009 Toyota Camry. I slide into the driver's seat, and lean forward to rest my head against the steering wheel. Now is the worst time for this week’s stress to come to the surface, but timing is never perfect. A single tear runs down my face silently. Sniffling, I start up my car, before backing out of my driveway and to my school.