Behind their masks

You can let go of me now

"Where are we going?" I sighed, tired of this long car ride.

Both my parents ignored me, my dad's eyes set on the road and my mom admiring herself in her little hand mirror. They weren't answering me and I knew exactly what was going on.

"We're going to see him, aren't we?" I huffed.

"Ooh, give the girl a prize." My mom cried sarcastically.

"But I don't want to get married!" I whined.

I knew what would happen if I tried fighting back. No matter how much I would yell, punch and maybe even kick a little, there was no point. There was no point complaining because whether I liked it or not I'd be married off in a couple of weeks. And if my parents are that desperate then maybe even days.

"No. We're going to meet the boy's family and you're gonna agree to this marriage." My dad shot back, his eyes fixed on the road as he drove us to the house I was dreading to go to.

"Over my dead body." I snarled back under my breath.

My mom witted her head round, anger filled in her eyes, "That can be easily arranged. You're getting married." She snapped back.

"But why? I have so much to do. I have so much to live up to." I winced. Truth is I did want to leave. Or should I say escape. But no way was I getting married to a total stranger.

"Don't you get it? It's time you left us for good. We've had enough of you," She laughed bitterly. "Let's just hope they like you enough, and I doubt they will from how you're dressed." She retorted, pointing her finger at me in disgust.

"Really? I think I look hot." I smirked.

"Yeah right." My mom snickered.

I ignored her and looked outside the window. The rain pounded down and the streets were dull and empty. It wasn't like yesterday's rain. But the view was better than facing my mom. Anything would top her face. She began tugging at my dress, her fake long nails scratching at my skin on my shoulders.

"Stop that. It hurts." I groaned, slapping her hand away.

But she just ignored me and carried on pulling at my dress, showing more of my skin. She muttered something under her breath but I couldn't quite catch it. I rolled my eyes at her pulling my dress back up to how it was before.

"How long is this gonna take?" I grumbled. "I have to get to work soon."

"It'll be done when you agree." My dad snapped. "After that you're not our problem."

The car pulled up in front of giant penthouse apartment. This explains so much. Why do they want me to get married? Other than the joy of getting rid off me they were in for a whole wad of cash, that's why. My mom opened the door, slamming it shut behind her, in my face.

"Get out." She mumbled coldly.

"Thanks for that, I'm so blessed to have parents like you." I retorted bitterly, batting my eyes and pulling the fakest smile I could muster.

I got out the car, flipping back the curled locks of hair that sat on my shoulders. The amount of times they had flopped onto my face makes me want to just shave off my head. Maybe I could try that. At least I would have a chance of being rejected.

There was a tall man stood in front of the house, his arm draped around this woman beside him as they both smiled largely at us. I looked back at my parents, hoping they would have some sort of mercy upon me. But they didn't, simply rolling their eyes at me and continuing to smile as bright as the pair we were approaching.