Words I never said (Forced MARRIAGE)

chapter 2

"Excuse me ma'am,"




This doesn't even make sense! How could I be so blind? By the way I'm dressed now and been treated. I should've known this was coming. Actually I did know this was going to happen, but not now. I just t turned 18 for crying out loud, if I was older I would've understood but now? Now I just can't, I don't want to! I still have a life ahead. I don't want to be tied down and already starting a family. I want to travel, gossip, party! I want to do what normal teenagers do know a days.



"I'm sorry Ma'am, are you ok?"




Looking up I squinted my eyes trying to erase the tears away, as I came face to a tall body looming over me, The way his sleek jet black hair stuck up in every direction possible outline his rugged features. "Can you please leave me a-alone?" I whispered.



"I'm not going anywhere," the stranger whispered bending down and taking my hand in his.


"I'm o-ok please l-leave m-me alone," I stuttered like an idiot. Tears rambling down my cheeks. As they begun clouding my vision.



The stranger placed his hand beneath my jawline lifting my face to his. I studied his auburn doe eyes, "I'm sorry Ma'am but I'm not going anywhere" he stated firmly making himself clear.



I did the only thing that I could at the moment, I buried my head in his shirt, closing my eyes letting my pitiful tears run wild. I'm crying in some strangers' arms. How touching.



If mummy was here, she wouldn't let father do this! I just want my old life back! I want my family and friends back!



For a long time, the stranger just stood there murmuring soft words but they seem incoherent to my ears and rubbing my back while I poured out my soulful cries on his chest.



Moments passed when I was all cried out, I lifted my head off his chest and dried my tears with the back of my hand. I looked up at the stranger, whom held the most perfect chocolate brown eyes ever.



"tell me what's bothering you" he whispered in more of a demanding way, then a question while guiding me to a bench behind the white lilies.



I sigh. I don't know whether to tell him or not. But right now I need someone to talk to. I always kept my feelings buried inside. I hate complaining, and being thought of as weak.



The guy had his hands on mine.



Taking a deep breath.



"I am getting married in 2months" I blurted out. His face was emotionless, and my eyes were beginning to sting again. But I managed to continue. "m-m-my father is... " I trailed off not desiring to finish.



"aren't you meant to be happy though?" he asked after a moment.



I shook my head rapidly letting extra traitorous tears escape, "no I don't want to get m-m-married!" I shouted/whispered firmly, cringing at the thought. How could someone be happy when they're getting forced into an arrange marriage?



"then don't get married if you don't want" he professed clearly not understanding.



"I can't. It is t-traditional to get married at a young age in Spain, and it has been apart of the family tradition for over 10centuries.... You see I don't want to disappoint my father. Even if I refuse, I have no choice" I stared at the guy through a streaming waterfall of tears.



"you know what else? I would kill to have a normal life. I hate being the daughter of the richest man in the world. I hate it so much. I always get told what to do. I don't have friends because there are paparazzi's constantly following me. I just want a normal life. I want to fall in-love a-a-and get m-m-married to whomever I want. I-I-I just..." I dawdled off not craving to finish.



Why am I telling him this anyway? I'm sure as hell he doesn't care. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that" I mumbled rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. I have no idea what is going through my mind, as I spill all my frustration at this stranger."I'm sure you've got important stuff to do"



"Ma'am life is too short to be messing around, you need to stand up to your father. It's your choice Summer and no one can make you do anything you don't want!" he said in a defensive tone ignoring my last words. "rise up and take courage Ma'am, for example Terry Fox ran across Canada and extended 24million dollars to battle cancer. What's remarkable is he did it with one leg, he scheduled to run 40km each day but because of the pains, snow and icy roads he only achieved to run 12km a day. So why did he keep going?" he asked me while I looked at him dumbstruck, my mouth hanging un-lady like. "well because the determination in his heart was greater then the pain in his body. They could separate his leg, but not his soul! Obligation is a eagerness to do whatever it takes! It's a promise to your self.



My mind went blank, as i too was speechless, but hold on why didn't he listen to me.



"when I conveyed you to leave me alone, why didn't you listen to me since subsequently it's my choice" I protest drying up my tears with the back of my hand holding in a sniff.



"well, you see it's my choice too, no one can tell me what to do if I don't want to" his voice calm with a hint of amusement in his tone.



"y-y-you're unbelievable" I said amused . He is actually. Usually when I tell someone to leave me alone they run off so fast, that they could outrun a cheetah or something. Knowing I would call security on them. But this guy didn't care. He seemed..... carefree? Yea that's the word carefree. He seemed happy-go-lucky.



He shrugged simply as he chuckled, releasing some of my stress.



I rolled my eyes at him, "what's your name?" I asked altering the matter



"well my name is..." he trailed off thinking I'm guessing.



Wait you don't need to think about your name! It's your name you should just know it. Nonetheless I waited and waited for what seems like the longest minute of my life. I sighed after a few minutes his killing me with this suspense.



"just tell me!" I yelled becoming agitated.



"it depends"



stitching my eyebrow in confusion and curiosity I finally spoke "depends on what?"



"if I tell you, are you going to call security on me?" his voice serious but I can see the glee twirling in his eyes.



A burst of laughter fled my lips, I guess he is scared after all. Clearing my throat I spoke out. "no I won't"



"promise me?" he pleaded



I sighed. "I promise I won't call security on you" rolling my eyes I stated "now can you tell me your name please?"



"Damon Dyson" was his answer.



"what are you doing here exactly?"



"your father hired me to be your close range body-guard ma'am," offcourse he did, I thought bitterly "which means you have to take me wherever you go." that was his answer.



"I would like to be announced as Summer" rubbing my hands on my temple I sighed "since you are my body-guard can you get me out of here? Please" I begged, my father always fires my bodyguards, every two days or so. So I'm pretty much use to it.



"sure, but don't you want to ask your father first?"



hesitantly I looked away from his intensely gape fiddling with my fingers "no, I don't feel like speaking to him at the moment"



"you can't hide from it you know that right? You're obliged to talk to him soon"



"I know!!" I snapped dragging my eyes towards him, which caused him to flinch a little. "I am sorry Damon it's just I feel stressed and angry.. I don't know... ugh I just want to.... I'm truly sorry" I whispered try to stop the stupid tears that decide now would be a good time to cry again.



"no I understand. Your apology is accepted" Damon said with a beam playing on his lips. "I suggest you change then Summer"



"but I don't feel like going back to t-t-that.... cage"



"well you don't have a choice," he said with a sly grin while lifting me up on my feet.



"you know what Damon you can't tell me what to do!"



"your right I can't. But I can make you do them. And right now you need to change"



"and how are you planning to do that exactly," I challenged him with my eye brows raised, crossing my hands to my torso.



"like this" he stated. And with that he had me already thrown over his shoulders walking back to the mansion. I started punching his back and screaming my lungs out. But that stupid idiot found it funny. After a while I ended giving up and just stared at the now fascinating land.



Unbelievable‼



Damon stopped once we reached the door, since he wasn't allowed inside I'm guessing and propped me off gently on my feet without letting go of my hands.



"ok, Summer. I'm going to let you go now and I want you to march to your room and change. If you don't you can forget about going anywhere," he directed speaking to me like I was a 5year old child.



"wh-what are you serious? That's not fair"I pouted stubbornly stomping my feet "Ugh I hate you right now!"



"well then if you hate me, I guess this is goodbye," he released my hand and started walking off.



"Damon wait!" he turned around his chocolate eyes looking right at me.



A stupid smile playing on his rash lips, god I distaste him right now. "I will meet you outside in a minute, and don't be impractical of-course I don't hate you" I lied. I'm sure he picked it up though but chose to ignore it.




Gosh I do suck at lying, I need to work on that.



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