Claimed By The Don

Chapter 10

Ava p.o.v

Funny how life plays trick on you, how it turns you around in circles, throwing different difficulties your way. It's not your choice to make, it never was and never would be, it's fate decision to make.

Breathing gets hard.

When you cry so much it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

I didn't even want to wake up, I was having a much better time asleep, and that is really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved.

I woke up into a nightmare.

Stressed? Yes!

Angry? Maybe.

Depressed? Hell Yes.

Reasons well known to all, a lot of questions hit me after I woke up. Maybe because I lost words or maybe because I am lost.

Let me tell you mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common, and also hard to bear. Like a razor cutting slowly through your skin.

The worst type of crying is not the kind everyone could see. The wailing on street corners, tearing at clothes, No. The worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you do there is no way to comfort it.

The frequent attempt to conceal the pain increase the burden, a saying once told, it is easier to say "My tooth is aching" than to say "My heart is aching".

There were moments I wish I could roll back the hands of clock and take all these away, but I couldn't and that just left me pained.

All I want and ever asked for was a simple and stressed free life, but since when one's desire ever come true.

I want to complete my education, have a well paying job to support my family, and then settle down. Start life with someone who's happy to be with me, someone who is scared of losing me. Someone who loves me with all his heart and happy to spend the rest of his life with me.

Not this forced marriage I'm being thrown in just to protect my family.

Who on Earth is this man, how come he is doing something illegal and is not afraid of the government finding out. Yes, I have thought about going to the police, but that might just means putting my family in danger.

If I have to sacrifice my happiness for their safety, then I'm more than willing to do so. Even though I know that this marriage will be nothing, but a tiny disturbing bone in my throat.

The door to my room burst open, I did not flinch nor bothered by the intruder.

I lay completely still on my bed that how I've been. I have been trying to go back to sleep but no avail.

"What the hell Ava, you've been sulking and mobbing around like a lost puppy. Since you returned." Tricia exclaimed glaring at me.

I smiled and shook my head at her, she wouldn't understand if even I tell her. Her face held a friend when she stares at me, she sat on the bed beside me rubbing her hand soothing on my hair.

"Did something happen? You're unsually quiet that I can bear but those giant outside our door refusing me access to enter unless I tell them my name and reason for being here. Seriously"

To say the least, I was shell shock, I couldn't believe my ears. What the hell, what am I? A prisoner? Or what.

I won't take this, I've already agreed to marry him. Then, why caging me, like some wanted criminal. Without much thought, I stood up abruptly making my way pass my door heading for the front door.