Arranged Marriage

Chapter 7

Latika's POV~
I was crying, and i had to get home... Teresa left like 3 hours before me, all i was thinking of, was going home, and cry all i wanted. I still had a blurry vision, i was driving the fastest i could not paying attention to where i was going. i was just driving, i was slowing down because i knew it was something that i should put behind me... Something that shouldn't bother me because it's from the past... Something i need to forget. 

I heard a loud PING and i flinched because i didn't recognize the sound, but moments later i did. It was my phone. I was a red light so i checked who it was. It was Zayn. 

To: Latiii
From: Zayn

Hey babe, how are you doing?
~Zayn Xx. 

I looked up, and saw it had just changed green. I slowly put presure on the pedal, and people were already honking the horns at me, Bitch i will slow down for you. I slowed down, just a bit. After a couple minuites i started to go quicker, i didn't care about them anymore. 

He used to do that...

I quickly shook him out of my head again. Why am i just thinking of him again? Was it because of the question Rose asked earlier? Rosey... i corrected myself. i finally pulled up to my driveway, and opened the door,  i got my stuff from the back and closed both doors, locking it. I made my way up to the so familiar doorknob. Soon, it would be different. Soon, it would be one Zayn and I got used to. Together. Would we be together in everything? Would my everyday sarcasticness get on his nerves? Would we last? 

I made my way upstairs, after seeing my mom and screaming at me, for being 4 min late. Wow, not surprised. Hopefully Zayn doesn't do that. I plopped on my bed, and stared at the mirror on my vanity. I remembered when we did that. I closed my eyes, and quickly opened them. He came back to my head. The only thing that i could do to get him off my head, though i loved him... Was Music. I went to the old music studio, and got my clarinet... Putting on a slow metro beat in the back ground. I started to finger lightly, playing the usual e, d, and c. I warmed up with the chromatic scale, and played some songs... 'A Thousand Years' came on. Then I shut it off, after 'I Loved  Her First' Great song for my situation.

~Flashback~
"Latika, I told you not to cross the street without me knowing! Now, you have to stay there, and wait for me." My dad looked both ways, of the isolated street. He walked to me, since no car was coming there was no need for a rush. A loud honk stopped my dad and me from making eye contact. The driver was obviously drunk. My dad started to run, but the driver was too fast. In one swift moment my light pink dress was now red. Blood Red. My white shoes are now, stained. I had tears in my eyes... I didn't know what happened... But, I did know I no longer had my dad. The drunk driver stopped and picked me up, a little 4 year old couldn't fight with a grown 40-year-old man. I just couldn't. I was crying, and whining for him to take me back. It didn't work. That night, he started to take my clothes off, and I stopped him, but we both knew he had more power than me. He did, what I didn't know was such a thing. Rape.
~Flashback Over~

I started crying. I stood up, kicking the chair I was just sitting on, ripping the music up, throwing the stand, and kicked my case. I was shaking uncontrollably. I hugged my knees to my chest, and put my head between them. I was going to ruin my career. I couldn't play any song, without it reminding me of my dad. Or that horrible night. I cleaned up the mess I did, and got my stuff leaving. I was driving, and was turning left. I felt a sharp pain shoot up my whole body, I couldn't see what it was, because I blacked out after that.