~James would joke "if you guys were to have a kid, it would be like Russian roulette what eye colour it would get. With your green and blue and your brown and purple eye".~
Now I know what you're thinking and no, just because my family is rich, that...
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I woke up up this morning to the sound of happy birthday by Stevie wonder, time to put on a fake smile I thought to myself. "Happy birthday angel", "thank you daddy", "my precious baby's turned 18, oh happy birthday sweetie", "thank you Mumma".
Now these reactions might seem over the top, but this year is very important to them, its the year they are allowed to start the search for my husband, I am completely 100% against this notion, if I had my own way I would have gone to University and find a job that I love and a husband would be a bonus.
But little do they know, as soon as my trust fund of 13 million pounds hit my account this morning, I transferred all of it to my new black card all into dollars and booked flights and bought a house in Missouri as they would least expect me to live there. As soon as they go to sleep I'll be gone, as much as I love my parents, they were never supportive parents, I wanted an education but wasn't allowed it, I wanted to find love myself, but again wasn't allowed too. They restrict everything I do, which some would tolerate to have the money I do, but in all honesty I wished we were poor and having a supportive family who give me freedom.
Once they left I rolled out of bed, quite literally crawled to my bathroom, stripped of my pyjamas which consisted of a cami cropped top and booty shorts as it is uncharacteristically warm in the UK at the moment, especially for early May. I hopped into the shower, shaved, cleaned and cleansed every inch of my body before moisturising. I quickly applied some face cream, mascara and run serum through my long coils. Then dashed to my closet threw on a simple white button up shirt tucked into blue ripped mom jeans and white chunky platformed heels, kept on the jewellery I'm already wearing, which consisted of a simple Tiffany heart necklace that I got for my 10th birthday with Cartier bracelet from my 4th birthday and Chopard earrings I got for starting my period, I know I pretty much get a present a day just for breathing.
Im not ungrateful for all the things my parents do for me but I am sick of the fact I have to be a perfect little housewife with no opinions or life of my own, I have no friends only acquaintances I've acquired over the years, my instagram account is very aesthetic and only shows the good things I have in my life, all my followers have never met me they just see my surname and follow me. I'm the stereotypical rich kid who hates it, and that's why people call me ungreatful.
I rush downstairs to the living room where I see my parents Anna-Marie and Johnathan Dawson, with two unfamiliar men one about my dads age and the other mine, he's scrawny and spotty. "Good morning, I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you yet" I say as I walk over to the two men and hold out my hand for them to shake. The scrawny lad spoke next, "good morning gorgeous" as he kissed my hand and I internally gaged, before turning my attention to the older gentlemen, "Miss Dawson, I'm Mr Harris but call me Derek, and this is Timothy, I hear a happy birthday is in order" I'm biting my tongue to not laugh at the name that definitely suits him, "it is and thank you".
I take a seat next to my mother, as I pick up the freshly brewed coffee in front of me "Angel, this is your future husband and father-in-law", I almost spit my coffee out, but then remembered today is the last day of this nightmare so not to worry. "Oh, well in that case, I'm very excited of your presence, thank you for coming to visit me", "sweetie, the two of you will be married in 2 months, do you want to go to the gardens to chat some more?", "that would be lovely Mumma".
As soon as we leave the room he starts apologising to me and saying he will never be good enough for me, I stop him mid sentence with my hand on his chest, "don't blame your self we've both been forced into this", and then he cups my hands and says "I'm running away tomorrow so this marriage won't go ahead", I play along with it and not let him know I'm doing the same incase this is a trap, "well I wish you only happiness for today onwards then, I will not bring this up, your secret is safe with me", "thank you" he muttered before we went back inside.
After the 5 hours of socialising with my Dads businessmen and their sons, and one marriage announcement later it's just me and my parents with a mountain of now opened expensive presents. After all my gifts have been taken to my room me and my parents say our goodnights, mine for the last time. Once I hear silence I start packing a bag, I take all of my clothes and jewellery, a few books and pictures. I take one last look at my bedroom before leaving the carefully wrote note on my bed, the note I cried over for hours.
The note; To my Mumma and Daddy,
I know if you're reading this, I'm gone, not dead but I've left the country.
I love you dearly but this life I'm living I would be lying if I said I enjoyed it.
Don't get me wrong I am so grateful for you both but, I don't want to get
married yet, I want a life where I can work and find someone I love to marry.
I don't want to disappoint you, but I can't do this.
I hope to see you again in the future, perhaps when I'm settled and happy.
I wanted a love like the two of you have, a love marriage and with Timothy
I wouldn't have that.
Yours sincerely and with so much love and adoration
Abby xx
I left the house not once looking back, this is my life now and I'm fully in control.
