Arrange Marriage (Bughead)

Chapter 2

BETTY

"You know I don't want to do this, why me mother why couldn't it be Polly" I said tears falling of my eyes.

"Because Polly is out traveling and succeeding into her career she has huge plans coming for her while your here building god knows what, probably something non successful unlike your sister Polly" she snarled. I couldn't recognize her she wasn't my mother all she and my father wanted was money and this was their best solution.

It's always me. I'm the forgotten child, the one who is sent to do other people jobs. The one being treated as a slave.

I thought my mother had a little sympathy for me but after finding out that my own parents gave me away to marry some rich man just for money and alliance I don't think I could call them parents. What kind of parents do that.

"Enough Elizabeth you knew this day would come so quit crying and get to your room, we will be going to dinner with the Jones tomorrow, so have all your stuff packed because after dinner you are moving into his house and you will not be welcome in this house" she stated.

"Mother please don't allow this to happen" I pleaded I know this is wrong but I don't know who this guy was, I was only told I'm being married.

"Elizabeth enough with this bullshit" she said before slapping my face. I raised my hand to my left cheek while looking at my mom eyes wide.

She's never hit me it would always be my father who would do all the torture. "Be glad your father is not here you know how worse this would have gone, now go to your room!" I couldn't move it felt like my legs were glued to the floor. "NOW" she yelled. I left the living room and headed to my room.

People seem to see my family as the "perfect family" but that is far from the truth. We may be successful and have some wealth but there isn't nothing safe going on. We come from new money while my parents think we come from old money.

My family isn't perfect as people seem to think, in reality my mom and dad love my older sister Polly more than me I'm a forgotten child to them. They treat her with respect they give her everything she wants.

On the other hand with me they torture me. They make my life a living hell. There would be time when my father would come home drunk after work and he would release his anger by hitting me, worst of all my mother would watch him and allow him to do it while she stands their and watch in amusement. There had been time where they went to far that I'd have gone to the hospital.

It's times like that they would manipulate me into lying to the doctors making up stories that I fell down the stairs or I hit myself on the cabinets. That those are the reasons why I have scars and bruises around me.

I would always convince myself that my parents still love me, that the only reason they act like this is because they are exhausted. But over time as I grew up and finally gave up on convincing myself I knew that wasn't the reason. I hated myself for not saying nothing. To not seek help from people around me who actually cared about me.

I am glad I'm finally leaving this miserable house with the fake family I lived with. I just didn't expect it this way by being set into a marriage.

I couldn't fully comprehend what is happening but I did as told and began packing my stuff. I didn't have much stuff as I was the one my parent wouldn't waist their money on. I still packed everything I had, which only fit in one luggage.

I decided it was best to take a shower and get ready for bed I had to much in mind that I just needed a nice shower. I turned in the water letting it get into a nice temperature before removing my cloth. When removing my clothes I look at myself in the mirror looking at all the bruises in my arm, stomach, legs, and chest.

I let a few tears fall off. I hate my body my parents have ruined me mentally and physically. I let them have all the satisfaction with me but now I'm done.

I looked away from the mirror hating how I look and stepped into the shower allowing the warm water to hit my body. I quickly washed my hair and began to slowly washing my body. It hurts having to wash my body as not many of the bruises have fully healed.

I rinsed off all the soap and stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around me and got into my pajamas which were a grey pants with an oversized long sleeve shirt.

I always hid my scares I hate looking at them and I hide them from other people. I brushed my hair and dried it. I headed to my door and locked it luckily there hasn't been any day that they've entered my room while being locked. If they see that my doors are locked they would kill me.

After locking the door I headed to my bed and laid down. I looked at the ceiling processing everything that happened 30 minutes ago.

1. I found my parents set an arrange marriage for money and alliance
2. My mother hit me
3. I'm going to move in with my soon to be husband

I hadn't realized I was crying till I felt it drop against my cheek. I flipped to the side and cried. I cried myself to sleep. Hopping that today was a dream.
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