Saving Aliyah (editing)

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-Aliyah Cameron-
*weeks later*

When I woke up, I noticed I'd be leaving today, I packed half of my stuff yesterday.

In all honesty, I was eager to leave, and still am, because I don't know how much longer I can take this.

If I was lucky enough, dad will go easy on me, but that means I have to really not piss him off.

All I have to do is pack the rest of my stuff, so I get up and get ready throwing on sweatpants and a hoodie.

I go back to my room and pack everything else, shoving it into the suitcases and bags I was given to "get the hell out"

Because you know, why be nice? Why be nice when you can be rude?

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There's a knock at my door, when it opens I somewhat expect it to be my father, but it's Carter.

"You're just now packing?" He asks and I shake my head "started yesterday." I mumbled and he nods "Alastair's here." He says

I pause, because Alastair- he's now my husband, and I'm now his wife, not by choice, not by love, but by a piece of paper my father had made me sign so he can get money he didn't work for.

I get up off the floor and stare at that bags, stare at the suitcases, feeling carters eyes on me "you have to go Aliyah" he says.

"I know.." I can feel the tears welding in my eyes, because this whole situation proved my father doesn't care about me.

He doesn't care what happens to me, and this proves it, Carter walks over to me and wraps his an arm around my shoulder "it's gonna be okay." He tells me

I nod, wanting to believe it, hoping I can, Carter helps me grab my stuff and i close the door the my now old bedroom.

"If he does anything that hurts you, call me, okay?" Carter says, I nod "I'm serious."

"Okay, I understand." I say, he nodded and I go downstairs, dad is downstairs talking to Alastair, who looks as if he doesn't want to be here.

He's the first person to look at me, and I notice the green eyes, and how they look at me, there's something behind them, something in his eyes that's saying something I can't seem to figure out.

Dad looks at me "finally, so sorry for the wait." He said to Alastair who shrugs, Alastair walks over to me "Aliyah, yes?" He says.

I notice the accent in his voice, it wasn't that strong, but it was there, like an Italian accent.

I nod "yeah.." he nods his head, his eyes trial to the bags I have "you two should go, I know how busy you are, Alastair." My father says.

"Yes, you need help with any of thi-" he gets cut off by my dad "she'll be fine."

Alastair looks over at him "Never cut me off again when I'm speaking." He says before look at me, raising an eyebrow

"Oh- uh- yeah.." I say looking around, he grabs half of my things and walks out, leaving only one bag for me to carry

Dad stares at me "you tell him anything about what happens here, and you'll regret it, little girl." He threatens

I swallow the lump in my throat and grab the bag walking out "thank you for the help, sir.." I say, Alastair looks at me "you know, I'm really not that old." He tells me.

"Well.." I trial off, he stares at me with what looks to be amusement "sorry-" I say, Alastair shrugs grabbing the bag and putting it in his car "I really am sorry- I didn't mean to offend you." I apologize