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Chapter Six - Rose's point of view

"No matter how hard things may seem, there's always something good coming around the corner."

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"Rose?" my dad entered my room casually after calling my name for several times and me...well, I didn't answer.

"Yeah?"

"There's something I want to talk to you about," he said, then sat on the side of my bed.

I hummed.

"I found you the right guy," he started. "You are getting married in a month."

Wait, what?

Married? Now? Seriously? Is this real life right now?

I didn't even graduate college yet...

What the swimming ducks!

"Married, like really getting married?"

"Do you think I'm fooling here?"

"No."

"Good," he smirked for a second. "I think he would be a perfect fit for you, and he said yes, so you're going to marry him."

"But I didn't finish my studies."

"You'll finish them after you get married," he said. "Whatever you want to do in life, you'll have him. Make him do whatever you want."

"But I never met him."

"You will, that isn't a problem."

"But I don't want to get married, I don't want to get in a serious relationship with someone I never met, and I definitely want to live my life first," I turned and faced him completely.

"I don't want to hear you complain, Rose," he warned, using his intimidating voice that I feared, a lot. "You are going to marry him, and live your life with him. You're a grown up lady, and you can't stay in this house like this."

"Just because you don't want me in the house, you'll get me married?"

He stood up and faced me, anger in his stormy black eyes. His nostrils flared as his raging demeanor came back alive.

I hated it when he acts like nothing affects him, and that he's always calm. When he fumes with anger, this is the real him.

The person I lived with for the past...well, from I first started wasting oxygen and producing carbon dioxide.

My very beloved father.

Not.

"You'll get married, and this is something you'll do without words. You understand me, Rose?!" he yelled, and I shivered under his piercing words.

"But this is my life that you're talking about," I said, completely calm.

"Do I look like I care?" he said his words really slowly that I felt them settle in the bottom of my stomach heavily.

"What do I expect from you except this?" I asked and his face turned red.

His hand moved and slapped me with every bit of anger and force I saw in his eyes. My head turned to the side as a result and the ringing sound of how the air vibrated still was in my ear. I felt the heat in my face as it spread into every other part of my body.

My vision got blurry as I held my face in my hands.

I don't want to cry in front of him.

I don't want to be weak.

He held my chin in his large arm and moved my head so I'd face him again. Not so gracefully.

"You are going to marry him, okay?" his voice was rough and bland.

His face was expressionless.

Like it always was.

I nodded.

"Good girl," he smirked again, padded my head, and left the room like nothing had happened.

I moved my research work from in front of me on the desk and covered my face with my hands. A lump rose in my throat as I brainstormed explanations of why he was serious about this man.

About this relationship.

My hands started shaking.

I opened my eyes but I couldn't see.

My breathing got hard and I felt my arm numb on one side. I tried to call someone but I couldn't.

I couldn't speak.

I couldn't think.

I couldn't do anything.

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"Is there anything worrying you, Mrs. Smith?" the doctor asked me after I came back to normal and the tests were taken.

Should I tell him?

Should I?

"Yes," I said."But I can't tell you."

I hate lying, I hate people who lied, and I would never be a lying person.

It's just something against and with human nature.

People lie sometimes to protect themselves, keep secrets, and hide flaws they did...which is why lying is with human nature. No one wants to be wrong. Everyone wants to be perfect.

But the feeling a person gets after a lie, and the guilt that surrounds him like a cage with a lost key...is not something I want to experience.

The doctor nodded, "Just please stay in peace, don't let anything break you like that, okay?"

"Yes."

"Very good."

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We returned to the mansion five hours after all the tests in the hospital were completed. I heard a knock on my room's door then, before I even spoke, one of my father's men barged inside.

"Ethen Hendrix is on the phone," he said. "Mr. Smith said you need to talk to him."

"Who is he?"

"Your husband."

Oh.

What the strawberry marshmallows!

My husband?!

That fast?

Really??

"I don't want to talk now, I'm tired."

"Mr. Smith said you must."

"But—"

He held the phone on my ear for a second and gave me a pointed look.

"Talk," he mouthed.

I got hold of the phone and moved it away and covered the speaker.

"Leave my room," I whispered back.

He rolled his eyes and walked outside.

Thankfully.

I stared at the phone for a moment before I decided on one thing,

Better to be with him, than to be in this suffocating house.

"Hello?"

It wasn't a let's give it a try call, but let's change our lives conversation.

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A/N

Thank you to all of you lovely people for reading this story :)

It gets me excited every time I log in and see the views increased :) :)

I posted this chapter from her POV because I want to explain how she isn't living normally with her dad and his men, and that she's not meeting or even considering Ethen as her knight in shinning armor. She considers him to be her new start away from the life and suffocation she was going through.

All the love,

Raghad.