Arranged Marriage

Chapter 2

Zayn's POV~
Latika?!?! It was Latika! That bitch no one likes, why her? I would rather get married to the school slut, but not her! I can't believe this. I shouldn't have promise my mom i wouldnt try and get loose from this one, like the other girls i had to marry, but never did. 

I have to admit, she looked great... She wasn't wearing those nerdy things she wears for school. She wore make up, and not even that much, not that she nee-Stop Zayn! You hate her! 

"Latika, this is Zayn. Zayn this is Latika." I heard someone say, but i was to busy checking her out, and she was in shock. "Zayn!!!" I heard the voice again, and suddenly a snap in my face. I saw it was my mom who had done that...She gave me a look, to focus. 

"Since you two barely know each other, why don't yall go to Lati's room? And talk? Get to know each other..." My mom and Latika's was pushing me to her, and giving her looks. She turned, and started to walk to her room, she was forced to do all of this, you could tell the way her face expressions expressed how she felt. How she walked, how she hasent shown that smile of hers. 

She opened the door for me, and move to the side, so i could walk in. I did, she had a nice room, her bed sheets were white, he bedroom a light beige/brown, polaroids of her her friends, family and other people i didn't recognize. "Nice room." I strarted the converstation, because knowing her...she wasn't going to. "Thank you." she sat on her desk's chair, while i was on her bed. She was looking down, the floor suddenly becoming more interesting. I had to break the ice... And not in an akward way. "So, how have you been?" I said, obviously sounding stupid. "Okay." We stayed in silence for another couple of minutes. 

Latika's POV~

I didn't want to talk to him. I knew that he haden't changed. I could tell, i dont know how, but i could. Dont speak, unless spoken to. 
I kept repeating those words in my head. If i said, it was wrong or irrelevent. And if i did something It was bad, and got him mad. I didn't want to end up like i did in High school. He beat me so hard, i didnt't come home that night. I called my parents telling them there was an incident for the school's band, and im going to have to stay a a near by motel. Im surpirised they bought it, because they are really strict. I had to get it treated, or at least walk like i wasn't in pain, when in reality, I was dying. 

"Talk." He said, sternly and a bit harsh in his tone of voice. "There is nothing to talk about." I answerd, trying to show the tiniest bit of annoyence in my voice...so he would get a sign. I was scared. Frightend. "Anything interesting? Oh nevermind, You yourself aren't interesting." He said, chuckling through his nose. "Shut up Zayn!" I said through clenched jaw, and clenched fist. I knew his was stronger than me, and could at any given point in time, kill me. 

"What the fuck did you just say?!?" My answer took him by surprise. I've never yelled at him. It even took me by surprise. 

"Yo-you heard me." I said, i wish i hadden't stutterd though. He knew i was scared of him when i did that...and the fact that i did, made him come to me, with his hand in mid-air. I was covering my face, cus i knew what he was going to do... I was expecting the worst pain i've ever felt...