Layla
'Hey, wake up.' Someone's voice was heard softly. It was too hard to open my eyes. Then someone gently shook my shoulder. But it was still too hard to open my eyes, like I was still half in a dream. It probably is that way. 'Layla, we've already landed. Get up.' After these words I understood whose voice it was. It was Alex's voice. If it had been my father, he would not have even tried to revive me with a gentle voice and touch. He would have started screaming, shaking me roughly. I am saying this from experience.
'Okay Okay. I'm up. Stop babbling.' I said slowly sitting up. One of my favorite things about my father's private jet is the beds. They may not be as big as at home, but they are very soft and comfortable. I slowly sat up and yawned. I took my phone and turned on the camera. Neither my makeup nor my hair was ruined, and when I saw that, I felt like a stone was lifted from my heart.
'What time is it ?' I asked Alex. 'It's half past five. We need to be there in a couple of hours, so hurry up and get ready. Then get into the white jeep.Alex got up and left. I only needed to put on high heels. It took me 5 minutes max. Five minutes later I was on my way to the jeep. One of my father's bodyguards opened the door for me. Father was sitting there. Alone, without a mother. I know something bad is coming, but I have no idea what yet.
When I sat down, the same bodyguard closed the door. Father didn't say a word. As soon as the car's engine was started, he locked the door. I don't know if he locks them so that I don't get out of the moving car when I get angry with him, or if I don't scream because of my stupidity.
There was an awkward silence for the first five minutes. But his deep voice broke the eerie silence. 'We need to talk, Layla.' He uttered those words with disgust. He probably can't even remember how many times I told him that and he would turn away from me and walk away without saying anything. 'as adults, not children. Keep that in mind.' he scolded. 'Like we don't talk every day.' I said looking at the very beautiful buildings through the tinted window of the car. It was already getting dark.
'Calm down. I have a very serious talk with you, and I know you won't like it, but there's nothing I can do.' He immediately told me not to beg for his mercy. But what can it be that he cannot change? 'Is this really something you can't change? Or you just don't want to change it?' I asked him hoping for an honest answer.
'I can't. It's what everyone does in our world. You and I know very well that we are different from others living in that world, no matter how stupid it is. We need to talk about the wedding.' He passed several cars. Alex and my mother followed us. 'I don't want to. How many times do you need to repeat? I am not capable of a marriage where there will be only violence, sexual abuse. I will die there within the first months. They're not respectful, Dad.' I told him what I used to say all the time. But I don't think it will change anything.
He sighed deeply. 'Understand that I will not marry you off to the first man that comes along. I will consider your wishes and your safety. I don't promise that all your wishes will come true, I don't promise that you will immediately fall in love with your future husband, it will still be an arranged marriage without your permission. And I know you don't want it, but there's nothing I can do. I will choose the very best for you.' He wanted me to accept it. My faith. But I wasn't to give up so easily.
'I do not believe. You will consider your wishes first. You will choose the right person for you, who will take our family to the top, who will have more clients who buy in large quantities, because this is a business. You care about money and business. You won't care what he does to me, what matters to you is that you will have more money than you have now-' I was halfway through when he cut me off screaming. 'ENOUGH!' IT WILL BE AS I SAID! SHUT UP.' He hit the steering wheel with his fist.
'You're 20! and you haven't married anyone yet! It's embarrassing. You bring shame to our family. So whether you like it or not, you will marry someone in a couple of months. Topic closed.'
I will keep my mouth shut I thought. But just for now. It isn't the end yet.
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