I never knew tears could feel so hot when you are mad, I don't know weather to feel betrayed or hate. I look at the photo my mom gave me of wife to. "Laila." my voice coming faint, I could barely hear my own voice. " How the hell did you find me. how did the hell my mother find you?" I starred at her photo again. " I don't want you in my life." Her hair dark, long, and silky. Her skin is pale but her cheeks pink like a rose. Her lips, her lips are. My thoughts were interrupted with a loud thud on my door. " Yallah son get up, you need to get dresses. Today is your big day, yallah get up." I want to tell her off, but i erase that off my mind. She is my mother, she knows whats best for me. " Ok umi, ill be out in a minute." I look at her picture again. " Ready to come with me to America laila?"
Adam POV: The heat is going to kill us, its too hot. Were short on water supply. Were short on money and food. Our house is to small for a wedding. There will be to much body hear along with the blazing heat. I want to die.
"Umi I am going to get some water for the wedding and some money from father to buy some food." I look out the window and it looks like hell outside. As I step outside I have this dread feeling like something bad is going to happen. Something is wrong. I brush this feeling off and make my way to my useless fathers house. " I saw her, and she is beautiful. You are lucky Adam for a tan skin man." I heard laughter and I felt anger and shame rise in my heart flowing to my mouth. " Control your self, control you self, control your self." I kept whispering over and over to myself. " If I was her I would date a fair skin guy like my self." That's it I can't keep my reckless mouth shut. " Sorry I didn't know girls are interested in skinny ghosts, it looks like you have been dead for almost 100 years. Now go, i'll spare you once." I hear chuckles from the ghost boy again. " You think you could fight fatherless kid." Anger rose like flames in my chest. It took only one swing to knock the ghost boy down. " Next time I'll cut your tongue and feed it to your father, understand?" I know what I did was wrong, but I had no choice.
The mansion stood in front of me, my father's mansion. I took another step and I wanted to run back. " NO, be strong, if you want to go to America learn how to deal with bastards in life first." I told my self. The minute I reached to the door, and was about to knock, the witch opened the door and had a smirk on her face. " Well look who is here son of the devil." I looked at her with disgust. " Snake, I came to talk with my father now move over." I loved her expression it was priceless. " Oh and remember it's said that when a son gets married he is now considered a man, now move you worthless pig." She blocked her hand not letting me go inside. I grabbed her arm and pushed her and let myself in. " Father, Father, It's Adam I need to talk to you about something." No response. " Well I am famished I am going to go eat." my step mother looked at me in shock and so did her three idiots. As I walked through the kitchen I made my self some coffee and toast. And I ate and ate not because, I was hungry, I ate to make her mad. " Maybe this is not such a bad day after all." I said out loud, loud enough for her disgusting family to hear. I didn't realize my father was sitting their with his new mother in law. " Father greetings, I came to ask for..." I was cut off. " MONEY. Yes I know Adam but I don't have any right now, maybe after the wedding." I stood their in disbelief, I looked at my step mother she had a smile in her face. Can a father really do that to his own child? " Now Adam kiss the elders hand, be respectful." As I leaned in to kiss her hand, she yanked it away. " No, this is not my grandchild to kiss my hand." Who does she think she is? " You're write I don't want to kiss any old people any way, oh father by the way you are not invited to attend to your own son wedding."
ADAM POV: My cheek hurt like crazy, that bastard could slap hard. But thank god he is not coming. But what really bothered me was my how am I going to buy food?
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Set my Soul Free
Fanfiction" War" is in our tongue we say it but we don't feel "war" until you are part of it. But the ones that were a part of it never complain never say a word, but if you look deep into their eyes you will see a story that has been untold. A story that nee...
