Sixteen and Married [COMPLETE]

Sixteen and Married. (Arranged Marriage story) Chapter 17

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Chapter 17:

I open my eyes. There's a weird lemony smell in the air. Where am I? I look over to my left and see this bag of fluid connected to my hand, and a bandage on my neck, and every time I suck in my breath, it feels as if a hand is pushing down on my neck.

I look over on my left. There's a boy with black hair, his head buried in his arms. When I stir, he looks up.

"Thank goodness."

His face is white and haggard, black circles under his eyes as if he hasn't slept for days. Oh, it's Cameron.

"What happened?" I attempt to get up, and he immediately stands up and tries to help me up.

"What happened?" I repeat. He just looks at me with his concerned eyes, and takes my face in his hands. But he doesn't reply.

There's a moment of silence. "You alright?" he asks me.

"Yeah, now tell me what happened. How did I end up here?"

Then everything comes crashing back at me. The point of the blade. My hand flies right to my bandage on my neck. That's what it was for.

"Your father, he tried to kill me!" I squeal, and he winces, and then drops my face lightly.

He still doesn't say anything. He sits down and he runs his hand through his hair, something he does when he's extremely stressed.

I shake and shudder from the memory.

We both say nothing.

We both know what happened last night.

We know I almost died.

Then I remember that person so happened to be his dad. I look at him, and I put my hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's going to be okay."

He looks into my eyes, but still remains mute.

After a long pause of nothingness, he speaks.

"Did you know..." he pauses and takes a deep breath. "Did you know that my dad is crazy?"

"What!" I stare at him. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." I lean over and hug him.

"Look, he's at home. It's not safe there. I know he shouldn't be there, he should be back at that mental place, but in the meantime, you can't come back."

I stare at him. "You mean..."

"You have got to go. First thing tomorrow."

"But- the marriage thing-"

"I'll sort it out. There's this two year thing about separate living and you will automatically be divorced."

"But what about you?"

His face closes up. "I'll be fine."

"You're not...coming?"

"No."

Another moment of silence.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He says and disappears out the door, leaving me sitting on the bed alone, staring at the white wall across of me.

Now what?