The Arranged Game

🧡TWO🧡

Text messages:

Dad:
Hello, how are you, sweetie

Me:
What do you want?

Dad:
Why do you think I want something?

Me:
Because you only call me sweetie when you want something

Dad:
Well, okay then. I would just like to tell you that I have arranged for you to be married

Me:
What
Why?

Dad:
Because you are never in a relationship, and it was a great deal

Me:
Who is it even

Dad:
You will find out once you walk down the aisle

Me:
Do I even know the guy

Dad:
I dont know if you have met, and I don't care he's a great guy
You will get married whether you like it or not

(Back to reality)
I just threw my phone on the bed. My dad had always been controlling my life. Ever since I was little, he has been the one deciding everything, where I had to go, when I had to go, what I wore, even my friends.

He was just so annoying, and I couldn't say anything cause he wouldn't listen unless he had benefit in it.

I sat by my window and looked out, I really wanted to paint something but I hadn't had any motivation lately, which made me kinda sad because I had been painting since I was a little kid.

I found my easel and my paint and brushes, I sat down and looked out my window, I had a beautiful wiew with a garden to one side and the beach to the other.

The sun was about to set so I put on some music and started painting, this time I actually enjoyed it again, it felt nice, I missed painting it was where I got my energy, that and walking.

I had been painting for a couple of hours, and the sun was about gone now. My painting was lucky also done now, I washed my brushes and pallets and put my painting up on the wall with my others.

I was satisfied with the outcome, I would personally say I was pretty good, I mean, I sold my paintings for a living, I wasn't a millionaire or anything, I wasn't very know as well, but people wanted to pay good money for my paintings so a could live of from it.