Sixteen and Married [COMPLETE]

Sixteen and Married. (Arranged Marriage story)

Hey Guys. I'm deleteing the gray shades thing. im giving up on that one. i can't connect to that story.

i hope you like this one. i posted chapters 1 and 2.

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Chapter 1:

The rain is pouring outside the window, and I hug my knees towards my chest. I hear banging downstairs, and footsteps stomping up towards my bedroom.

The door bursts open and in steps in my stepmother, giving me a sneer. Ugh. I really hate that woman. She stomps towards me, and barks: "Clean up your face, you're a mess. You're getting married tomorrow." I look at her. Stunned. I burst out laughing.

"Step Ma, you're hilarious. Why the heck would I be getting married tomorrow? I'm just 16."

She glares at me. "PA!"

My dad comes hurrying up behind her, and he refuses to meet my eye. "He's coming tomorrow to pick you up. You're moving to San Francisco." I stare at his face, to see if this was another trick. But he's serious. Dead serious.

I glare at my step mother, and she's grinning with triumph. I jump off my bed and run straight past them. "I'm NOT getting married."

"COME BACK RIGHT NOW." She bellows. She's inhuman, I swear. I slip on a rain jacket and a pair of shoes, and run out the door for all I was worth.

I've always thought my step mother hated me, but I never knew she'd be that extreme, but it should be expected. One evening, I've overheard her whining to my dad about how there was never enough to eat. I'm pretty sure this arranged marriage had something to do with money.

Maybe I should go back and apologize, maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe I should marry that person so my siblings can have some food in order to survive.

No.

But...What am I going to do now?

Chapter 2:

I took a long refreshing run in the rain, and I try to think about what to do, and what's right. In the end, I surrender to my family and return home. I knew I had to do this, this is what's right. I must do this so my family can have a better life, even though it meant I had to marry some stranger I don't know.

To my relief, my stepmother didn't say another word when I came back, and my siblings stared at me with unmasked curiosity.

At the dinner table, everything's eerily quiet, even my normally hyper siblings have kept their mouths shut, as if knowing today was my last meal with them, and that I'd never see them again.

Never.

Again.

***

The next day, I wake up to a house of chaos. I realize I was already half dressed for the wedding, and my stepmother was next to me stuffing all my clothes in a small battered canvas bag.

I simply kept my mouth shut and looked at the ceiling. A feeling of peacefulness settled over me.

"Wake up you lazy brat."

"I'm already up, what are you, blind?"

My stepmother stood and towered over me while I continued to stare at the ceiling. I felt as if I was in a bubble that no one can prick, and no one can get to me. Eventually, she backed off and I just thought about what the future would hold for me. What kind of man would I marry? Old? Will he really love me, the way romance books do, or will he only marry me to use me? Why would anyone want to buy me?

These thoughts went round and round. My family came up into my room, and they went around me round and round to get me ready for the wedding. When at last, I could finally look myself in the mirror, I gasp.

I'm sixteen, but I'm a bride.