Forced Marriage.

10. Search

The past week had been stressful.I want to sleep more.
I clench my jaw and put my hand through my hair. I slept at 2am last night doing some school work and I'm already awake by 6am.
"Damn," I though, I rubbed my eyes with my hands and dragged myself out of bed. I need to do some laundry, after that I went out to get food stuff for the week.
Today I'm going to be going to be starting the search for my sperm donor, I smiled at my self, what a befitting name. The first place that comes to my mind is my grandparents place but I always go there with my parents and during holiday.
I decided to get them fruits and some other things they might need as I wore a comfortable outfit that's free and easy to run in, you never know what might happen.
Walking in the sun makes me sweaty and irritated. I'm beginning to feel my limbs give out on me as I make the right turn to their street. Walking into their street brought back some nostalgic feeling. My mother always bring me here when I was younger, like mostly every weekend. They have been living here for as long as I can remember and their house still looks as imposing and beautiful as it always does. I can even smell the new paint. The freshly cut flower outside makes the gate looks welcoming calming the hard massive structure of the gate.
I knock the gate for a while before a familiar looking man opened the door for me smiling, "How far, you no de come see your mama again?" He spoke to me in broken English which is commonly spoken.
I answered him as I entered giving him the fruit I bought for him.
When I was younger I loved coming here because of the atmosphere. I always look forward to coming here and I can definitely understand because being with them really makes me happy. We talked a lot and played card games. They were happy to see me and the ceramic mug I bought for them each but I've not been able to ask them about 'the sperm donor' but I'm hoping I'll do it and search the house if I could.
"Your dad told me you got married in a court house and did not want a big party, why?, hope you're not pregnant? and hope you're happy, girl?" Mama asked.
"Hmm, I muttered to myself, I'm not pregnant and I love Abel and I'm happy mama"
"Children of nowadays, first love they get married, hope he treats you right or I'll call the police on him, I'm friend with the chief."
"Grandpa, no need to call the police as of now, Abel is not perfect but he his my husband."
Abel is my husband, Abel is my husband, I kept on repeating in my head over and over again. I sat in front of my grandparents realising for the first time that I'm not single, I'm married as tears begin to fall from my eyes, my choice was taken, yes Abel did it to protect me but my choice was taken nonetheless and there was nothing I can do against it. My mother's choice was as well and enough of these men taking away our choices.
"I'm sorry but I have to ask, does my father have any slibing?".
It took a while for them to answer. They both kept quite without saying a word,"why do you want to know Bella?"
"I'm just curious," I said biting my lips.
"He had a brother, she sighed loudly, we don't talk about him, he his long gone."
"Oh, I grimaced, my mom didn't say he his dead, May his soul rest in peace."
They smiled tightly and didn't utter a word, they would be so pained I thought, I wonder what his name is I can't ask them at this point though.
I looked around the house and i noticed that there is no picture of him. I always thought my adopted father was the only child. It's so sad to loose a kid.
My heart tightened in pain ad I thought about the fact that I don't have a father. Even if he did rape my mother I still wanted to know him and ask him questions only he could answer. I excused myself to the bathroom realising that if I did not search the house I might never get the answers I'm looking for.
I went to the master bedroom first and searched as quickly as I could but I found nothing. I was in one of the old abandoned room when I saw an old picture album. I was about to open it when the door opened.
"Bella, what are you doing here?"
"Hmm, you know the funiest thing grandpa I missed my way and I thought I should use the bathroom here, I was on my way out when you see me, let's go sir, this place is way too dusty, no body should stay in here for long."
I said my goodbyes and got lots of hugs and kisses and extra cash on my way out, more than I used to buy them stuff.
I smiled at my self remembering how my grandma scolded me for getting lost around the house and that I did not hear when they were shouting my name.
I brought my phone to check the time when I realised that I've had missed calls from Abel and my mom. I called my mom and she called me because of Abel. I decided not to call him since we live together even if we've both been avoiding each other since our last fight.

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"We need to talk, Bella." Abel announced as I entered the house.
"Tomorrow, I'm exhausted today"
"Where I've you been, I've been worried sick, you were not at work, library or with any of your friend, you were not even with that guy you follow around."
"Abel, are you stalking me and what's your business where I go."
"I'm not stalking you,you are my friend and you are now my wife, we need to make this relationship work." He stressed. I took a good look at him and I realised I've missed him, I suddenly understood the emptiness I've been feeling was due to the fact that it's been long since we did anything other than fight. I gave him a quick hug before I could think about and bolted to my room. He ran after me but I was faster, "Bella, open up, we need to talk." I cleaned the stray tear on my face as I brought out the picture I stole. My father was a twin I thought, an identical twin.