Enemies to Lovers

CHAPTER 2

𝗠𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗬

A new fact I learned about my parents: they were evil. The next day was even worse—no one spoke to me. I was all alone in my room, unable to go outside.

All day, I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my boyfriend and Yale. Only Mom entered my room, her face twisted in a scowl as she dropped off food. I had no appetite, but I forced myself to eat a little.

I tried talking to her, explaining that this was my dream, but she didn’t listen. She just looked at me with disgust, disappointment in her eyes.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑚. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠.

The sun began to set, casting shadows in the room, and I was still locked in. Just as I got up, Mom entered again.

I looked at her, and she was smiling. “What? Are you happy now? You ruined everything!” I shouted.

I wanted to slap her. I heard Dad’s footsteps, and when she did too, she started to fake cry. I couldn’t believe it.

His face turned red with anger as soon as he saw Mom. I braced myself for a slap, but thankfully, it didn’t come.

“Don’t you dare speak to your mother like that! This is your last warning, Molly. I’m so disappointed in you. You are so ungrateful. Well-behaved daughters don’t speak to their mother like that, understand?” He spat on the ground.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. He was yelling at me, and she was smirking, satisfied that she had turned him against me.

“Oh, that’s funny. Now I’m supposed to be a well-behaved daughter? Yesterday, you were calling me a whore, Dad. Remember that?” I mocked, my throat tightening as I held back tears.

Why would he do this to me? Why do they hate me so much? I need answers to all these questions spinning in my mind. I’m a person too. I’m human. I have rights. I want to live my dream, and no one can stop me.

“You know what? You’re not going anywhere. You’ll stay in this house until I say otherwise. And that boy you call your 'boyfriend'? Forget him. Erase him from your memory, Molly. You don’t have a lover, none of that nonsense. Go find something better to do with your time.”

“Oh, and Molly, you’ll regret this. Come here, honey, it’s alright.” He kissed Mom’s head, placed a hand on her back, and led her out of the room.

They left, leaving me shocked, heartbroken. I stood there abruptly, not even realizing what had just happened. Regret this?

It felt like a nightmare. I wished it was. I wished I could wake up from this.

What am I going to do now?

I’ve lost everything. I buried my head in the pillow and cried.

Maybe I shouldn’t have video-called him. What if I hadn’t? Would any of this have happened?

I started thinking about an escape plan. I’d take the money I’d saved and leave. Leave all of this. I could go to a hotel, live somewhere far from here.

The thought of escaping never left my mind. My leg bounced nervously, and I chewed on my nails. I needed to start packing before it was too late.

I got up, grabbed my bag, and began packing clothes. I didn’t need much, just enough. I shoved the money inside, but as I was about to pack my other things, Mom barged in.

My eyes widened. She looked at me and laughed. “Don’t think of escaping. Someone’s here to see you. But you know, Molly, it’s good you packed. You’re leaving for good.”

A visitor? A good reason I packed my things? Who was here? And why did Mom say that?

I huffed. Maybe a friend came to see me. But then, why would Mom act like this?

I walked downstairs, my mind spinning with thoughts. When I caught a glimpse of the person sitting on the couch, chatting with my dad, my stomach twisted.

There had to be a misunderstanding.

“Oh look, here she is. We were just talking about you,” Dad grinned. “Come sit. You know Alexander, don’t you?”

“Hi,” I tried to smile, but I failed.

“She’s gorgeous, Jake! She’s grown since the last time I saw her.”

“I haven’t changed.” I rolled my eyes, and Dad shot me a glare.

“Okay, she’s got a mouth.”

“Everyone has a mouth, you dumb man.”

Just as I was about to walk away, a loud bang stopped me in my tracks.

“Enough, Molly. Shut your mouth and behave. This is unacceptable.”

I was about to yell at him, but someone interrupted.

“Oh no, leave her. I’ll make sure she behaves,” Alexander said, giving me a wrinkled smile.

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” I stood up, fed up with all of this.

“As you heard, Molly. This is your new husband.”

I felt sick.

They were sick.

Mom walked in, beaming at Alexander. She grabbed my arm and started guiding me to my room. Now I understood why she said it was good I packed.

I ripped my arm away from her hand and stormed into my room.

“Are you happy now? Are you both crazy? God, I hate you! I wish you nothing but hell, Mother. I hope you both burn in hell, just like you’ve burned my heart these past weeks.”

She didn’t reply. Even when I screamed and yelled, telling her how much I hated her, she just looked at me and ignored me.

I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs. I guess this is how my life will end. But I don’t want it to. I’m only eighteen. I’m still so young.

God, please help me. I need you.

Alexander was waiting, and I saw him hand Dad some papers. I ignored it.

“Come, let’s go.” He led me out, as if I were a robot.

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“Look, I hate girls who nag. Either you stop, or I’ll do something you won’t like,” he said, irritated by my constant complaints.

“Oh really? I’m not scared. What will you do? You’re an old man. You can’t do anything,” I taunted him.

He grabbed my hair, yanking it hard. Pain shot through my scalp.

“Listen here. Your dad gave you to me in exchange for a special position in the company. So now I own you. I can do whatever I want.” He slapped me, and I nodded in silence.

I couldn’t say a word. If I spoke, he’d hit me again, and I didn’t want that.

What will happen to me now? How will I escape? I have my money, but I need a plan.

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𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻: 12/10/2024