I glanced through the pictures of some damsels on my phone as I sipped from my cup of coffee. I was so screwed up with finding a bride for my nephew, Ace. It was really frustrating already. Mia was my last hope, although I didn't like her that much. She was somewhat rude and unfriendly even though her parents were so nice. I liked her at first but she didn't act all cool.
I stood up from my bed and dropped my phone on the side table in frustration, heading to my bathroom to take a shower. I tried resisting the urge to tell my sis I was tired of looking for a bride for her son. It was only getting me worked up.
She was so intense in it and it irritated me. I wondered how anyone could still think of an arranged marriage. But well, I couldn't blame her. Her son was a terribly cold man.
I knew he faced a lot of things as a child, but that wasn't an excuse to be so frigid. He probably had another reason. I was pretty sure he wasn't the only child in the world who didn't have fatherly care or love, so why was he so cold?
My phone rang from where it was laid, and I rolled my eyes on hearing it ring, knowing fully well that it was my sister. I walked to the table and picked it up. And as I had expected, she was the one calling.
"Hi Emma." I greeted first.
"Hey." She responded faintly, and sighed over the phone.
"Emma..." I called as I sat on my bed. "You're fretting again?"
"Of course I am." She replied without hesitating a bit.
I sighed, and rolled my eyes again. "But why? I promised to do this for you right? Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do." She obviously lied. I could sense it from her low tone. "I'm just worried cause I don't want Ace to change his mind. I want everything to be done in a blink of an eye."
"Ok sis. But please stop worrying. You know it isn't good for your health. Please." I told her.
"Ok. Thank you. I'll hang up now." She said, and she hung up immediately.
"This is so difficult." I muttered to myself as I stood from the bed and headed to my bathroom.
Maybe I had to visit Mia's place in the morning, so I could try to convince her. I hoped she'd agree. She was the only person that could help me out.
I traipsed on the streets like a reckless person. I was so weak already. I needed to relax but I didn't think I deserved to. I only had suicidal thoughts running in my mind.
If Drake wasn't with me anymore, would I be living a life where everyone around me hated me? What would be of me then? Could I ever be happy?
My head felt like it had a laden on it, and the laden could be diminished if I would just die. Everything would end in peace. At least, no one felt my influence. I was so useless to the world. No one cared if I lived or not. My parents had always stated that they wished I was dead. What was the point in living a life as good as dead?
I thought for a while, and finally decided on what to do. Suicide was the best decision. It could solve my horrendous issue.
I scanned my eyes through the quiet place, searching for the best place to eliminate myself.
Shortly, I spotted a coconut tree behind a building, and immediately remembered that there was a close by beach Drake and I used to visit. We used to have so much fun there. I guessed it was the perfect place to die since it was one of the places I had my greatest memory with him. I swallowed hard, and sauntered to the place.
Standing by the water, I sighed before starting to walk into it. All my memories of the life I had lived ever since I was little, began to sound in my head. My parents holler, the embarrassment I faced in school, even Drake's anger. All of it.
I furthered in my movement, although the water was already at my chest level. I guessed it was time to leave.
Abruptly, a force drew me back, hitting me against a hard body. The force kept drawing me, and finally drew out of the water. I breathed heavily, repeatedly, and gripped the person tightly. It was a tall, muscular, and masculine figure. The place was so dark that I could hardly see his face.
I felt so weak and dizzy. Although I couldn't see his face properly, I could tell that he was staring at me.
My eyes spined like a ball on a field. I didn't know what was happening to me. Maybe I was in the after world already. I couldn't fathom a thing. My head felt heavy and my vision turned black. I passed out.
I stared at the half dead human in my hands. I couldn't see her sharply, but I could tell that she seemed like a fresh corpse. I wondered if she was dead already. Why in the world would a person even want to commit suicide, especially in water? How disgusting!
I didn't think suicide was something important. Despite the problems I had faced in the past, suicide was never the best option.
It irritated me so much as I saw her walking into the water. At first, I wanted to leave her to die. At least, if she wanted to die, it was her choice after all. But, on remembering the experience I had in my past, I never wanted anyone to experience death by suicide.
"No. Please. Don't hit me anymore. Please. Please. I beg of you." She whispered, still unconscious.
What the heck was she saying?
I sighed, and dropped her gently on the ground, going close to the water to get some in my hands.
As soon as I got some, I bent to reach her, and sprinkled it on her face. She clinged her eyes tightly, and moved her body little by little. And In no time, she began to regain consciousness. I held her head as she coughed and sat up.
"You're fine?" I asked as I stared at her in the darkness. The moon wasn't so bright for me to observe her face, but I could see her a little.
She used her hands to tug her head softly, and steered her neck a little to face me "Am I still alive?" She asked, making me lift an eyebrow at her.
I sighed furiously, "Yes you are. Get up now."
I helped to raise her from the ground, and finally, we were on our feet. She rubbed her hands against her face like a confused human, and raised her neck to set her gaze on me.
"W--why did you stop me?" She asked softly, in a stutter.
I glared at her. She ought to be thanking me for it, and here she was, asking me a weird question?
I suddenly became flustered. I wanted to ignore her question, and tried resisting the urge to spill some bad words to her face. I was really good at cursing, so I wanted to prevent myself from being insulting towards an unknown person.
"Because you were being disgusting." I uttered. I just couldn't control my words when I was angry.
"W--what?" She asked in a soft voice.
"Yeah. And dumb too." I added, causing her to give me a dirty look.
"How can you even say that to someone you know nothing about?" She grumbled amid gritted teeth.
I huffed as we stared into each other's eyes, coldy. I couldn't see her vividly enough, but I could study her looks clearly.
"Rude?" I asked as I creased my arms across my chest. "I'm speaking the truth you know?""Who the heck are you?!" She hollered, still in between clenched teeth."You don't need to know who I am." I was so indifferent to her. "Don't yell at me, ok?""Why shouldn't I?" She asked sharply. "How is killing myself even your problem?"I glared harder, literally furious at the fact that she ought to be thanking me for saving her life. Did she think she was some kind of cartoon character who could be saved at any time? We were speaking of “death” here!"You know what? I think I made a mistake by saving you from drowning." "Yeah, you did," she bit out. "Alright." I scrunched my nose, getting more irritated by the attitude she was giving me. Not thinking further, I reached for her waist, and shove her into my arms. "I'll throw you back in there," I announced. . "W—what? Leave me! You idiot! What the heck is wrong with you? How can you drop me in the water?" She cried, hitting her hands against
I rolled on my bed uncomfortably. I didn't know what the fuck was obstructing my sleep but it was literally frustrating."Arrgh!" I grumbled as I sat up. "What the heck is wrong with this bed?"I yawned and tugged my pillow against my chest, turning to my side clock."Oh my gosh!" I cried as I jumped from my bed. "10:00am?!"My parents were definitely going to kill me. I was sure my mum had done the chores and was planning to hit and trouble my ass.I jumped from my bed and gadded to my bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and pressing a paste against it.I stared at myself in the old three feet mirror in my bathroom. I indeed looked terrible, as Linda had stated the day before. My eyes were swollen even though I didn't cry that much. I only cried when I was on that asshole arm. My hair was in such a mess that if a child saw me, he'd definitely think I was a zombie or something.I
"Saturday?!" I exclaimed as I stood from my seat. "That's in two days time. How is that even going to be possible?""Oh my dear." Mrs Norman said. "I understand that you think this is close but I need you to also understand that this needs to be done so soon.""But why?" I asked. "I mean, why the rush? We've got enough time.""Are you interested in this or not?" Ace stated, causing me to turn to him."I--I..." I tried to speak but my dad caught me in."The thing is that she's so worried about the expenses. That's it." He stated and let out a shaky chuckle.My parents, dumbest human in the world. All they cared for was money. They didn't even care about my feelings. How could they agree to get their daughter married to a random person who proposetwo days ago? I didn't expect less though."Oh, the money." Mr Norman finally spoke. "We understand that you guys don't hav
I stepped into my closet, dropping my towel on its holder and slipping on a grey sweat pants, together with a silky, black, tank top. I walked out of the closet and sauntered to my bed.My day was so frustrating. It was 7:00pm, but, I decided to sleep. All of Ace's threat were ringing in my mind. I didn't know how dangerous he was. But from my observation, he seemed really dangerous. Even his mother was scared of him. What the fuck?I dunked into my bed and swung my duvet across my body. I stared at the ceiling and meditated on my next step. I only had a night to decide. I didn't know whether to stop the wedding or not. I wondered what was going on in Ace mind. It was better to not start something that would be unable to be stopped.I thought for a while and finally made my decision. The wedding was gonna be called off. At least it was only recently planned. A lot of guest couldn't have been invited already though.
I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked so stressed out and weary. I could hardly sleep. I was in a crazy dilemma. A dilemma that didn't worth my thought or time.Even when I tried to sleep, Ace's words attacked me in my dream. I had been threatened a lot in my life, but none of it seemed so scary like Ace's. I wondered how he did that. His glare alone, frightened me so bad. How on Earth was I going to survive, if I got married to him?I sighed and walked to my door, opening it, and shutting it gently as soon as I was out. Although my mind wasn't supporting my decision, I was willing to do it for Mrs Norman. It wouldn't be nice to hurt the old lady. I was willing to listen to whatever he had to say. What if he was only sputtering false threat? And what if he was being serious? I was so puzzled. How could my own life be confusing me?I walked down the stairs, carefully, and observed everyone in the living room. M
I stared at him as I quaked like a child who was about to take an injection. It didn't seem like he cared about how scared I was. That was if he even noticed. All he could do was scowl at me vehemently. I tugged the wall tightly and breathe heavily. I tried so hard to conceal my extreme fear, but it seemed like it was to no avail."What do you think?" He finally spoke. "I'd touch you?" He questioned."I don't care what you have to say, just let me go." I pleaded as I hurried to grab my cloth from the tiny stood and wrapped it across my chest.He simpered and moved backwards, walking to mirror. "Have you even checked yourself through this before?" He asked."Can you please go now? You can see I'm not well dressed." I resented.He let out a chuckle and turned back at me. "Oh sorry." He said sarcastically.He moved closer to me and stood in my front, still wearing a grouchy look. "Befo
I boiled vigorously within me, as I stared at Ace. He tightened his hands into a fist like he was going to hit me soon, and glowered irritatingly.I turned to Mrs Norman again. She looked so worried and suddenly seemed pale. She turned from my gaze and bent her head, staring at her laps and clinging her fingers against one another.Was she crying? Or praying?"Pardon?" The priest said, causing me to turn to him.I was zoned off in my thought that I totally forgot I was getting married. Ace's threat were the only things I could think of."Oh, I'm so sorry." I apologized.I turned to the crowd. Their eyes were vehemently on me. They all seemed shocked."Oh sorry everyone, I--I'm just so excited. I was so zoned off that I didn't realize when he asked me that. Sorry again." I uttered, and let out a fake chuckle.
"Your jet is ready sir." One of Ace's workers mentioned as he bowed his head."Ok." He replied as he sauntered to wherever he was going.I rolled my eyes and traipsed behind him. How rude! I was still on my wedding gown for damn sake! How embarrassing could it be to amble behind your groom? Itseemed like we had a fight on our wedding night. Stupid wedding night!Soon, we were in front of a jet. A private jet. I was so amazed. I had hardly even been in an aeroplane before, speaking of a private jet! But in a way, instead of being excited, I was furious and stressed out. I had hardly eaten anything or hardly slept in the last two days. I needed to relax my mind. Ace's threat alone was enough to make me feel ill."Will you keep standing there?" His voice sounded, snapping me out of my thought of how surprising it was to physically see a private jet."Oh. I'm coming." I responded.<