Us Forever

Chapter 1 - making friends

My father, stupid, stupid father.

He arranged me to have a marriage when I was 17. Yes, 17.

As a seventeen year old I didn't want to get married. I wanted to be able to live my life, and I had seen all those movies, the ones with the girl that says 'I had an arranged marriage that ruined my life' at least I think so. Whatever, not the point. The point is, I was not about to ruin my life with this marriage.

I didn't even want kids! Well not until I was like 30. My mama told me that I shouldn't get married or have kids until I was at least 30, so I could 'live my life'. Well, my stupid father ruined that.

He's drunk all the time anyways, he made the decision surprisingly when he was sober, but when I was just born, times were different back then. 

"¡Baja a cenar Valentina!" My mom called out to me, my mother was always amazing. She cooked great too, best part of my day.
(Come down for dinner Valentina!)

But you could always see the pain in her eyes when she put on a smile, she thinks no one can notice but I do. I notice.

"que viene mamá!" I replied running out to the dining room.
(Coming mama!)

We had a nice house, we lived in the richest area of town. But just because we have a nice house it doesn't equal nice family.

Sure it's great, but it's not fun.

It held a lot of great memories, and a lot of bad ones.

Ones of me and my siblings running around playing tag,

Ones of mama reading us bedtime stories,

Ones of finding my dad passed out in his own puke because of how drunk he got,

Ones of seeing my dad come home with another girl,

And ones of seeing him hit mama.

No one knew I saw him hit her. That's fine though. Keep it to yourself because no one really cares, as sad as it is, people have their own problems and will try to compete on who has it worse.

I don't like competing.

So I keep it to myself, unless they are happy thoughts.

After I was done eating I was proud, I ate all that and it was GOOD.

"Gracias mama" I said as she was cleaning up.

"por supuesto niño, ahora ve a ver qué quiere cenar tu padre, por favor. No tengo ganas de hacerlo hoy, estoy demasiado cansado." She said pleading.
(of course kid, now go see what your father wants for dinner please. i dont feel like doing it today, im too tired.)

"Sí" I said sadly walking to my dads office.

The word 'father' disgusts me. Yuck.

"¿papá? siento molestarte pero mamá quiere saber qué quieres para cenar" I said speaking loud, he hates mumbling.
(Papa? Sorry to bother you but mama wants to know what you want for dinner)

Next week was the week. I would get married.

Nah I'm just kidding, I'm gonna sneak out. Never come back.

Did I feel bad? Kinda. But mama can take care of herself. And she already knows that I'm leaving. My father cannot know though, he will lock me in my room and get the maids to dress me while I'm locked to the headboard, alone. All alone. Forever, never able to love anyone other than the one person my father chose for me.

Gross.

Maybe that's just my thoughts, MAYBE my father would be decent for once and cancel the marriage! That would be awesome. But as much as I would love to believe that it just seems sorta unbelievable.