The whole household seemed shocked...shocked that their little girl could do something like that...my mother couldn’t believe anything.
She kept on telling me. How could you? Betray your own family? We trusted you...
How could I? Why did I?
Because I loved him... He made me happy ... he was mine ... he was my perfect prince...
I was not allowed to leave my room fore my own safety. Though angry at me, mother knew if my brothers saw me they would whip me to death. Staying away...in my room was the better option... My brothers told my mother that I was to stay at home. If I was to go anywhere it would be school, and school only, until it was time for me to get married to some random guy they would set me up with. I was living like a prisoner in my own house.
I didn’t care what they wanted to do to me or what other intentions they had... I wanted to see him...I had to see him
I needed him... so badly....
For about a week I stayed in my room
Crying myself to sleep every night I felt like I was going crazy. I was smelling him ...seeing him ...hearing his voice...
I refused to eat anything and all I did was either scream or cry...
My brothers got annoyed at my screaming and threatened to whip me more if they heard another sound from my room.
Until one day I jut couldn’t
I count take it anymore
I put on a hoodie; baggy pants, snuck out from my window and ran away.
It was 5AM and I had no were to go...I didn’t want to call him because I knew if my brothers were going to look for me they’d first check if I went to him
I found a random bench and just sat there...extremely frightened at every stranger that passed by...I was 16 ... but I felt like I was 4 again...trembling like a child who had just lost her mother…
I had no money...no water. I was dying for a droplet of anything...looking on the ground for any change...I found nothing.
Then my monthly visitor came...I was bleeding... I needed to wash up I needed to change. I was in pain. I felt disgusting and I knew I couldn’t call anyone.
With my own two legs I went back to the prison I was in.
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