Seducing her heart. (on hold)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 flashback

I flew straight into the scorching sand. I try several times to get up but i couldn’t. For hours i yelled and cried till i felt like i was going to throw up. My ankle beneath my body badly twisted and burned like hell.  I felt flush and because of the heat my hair was stuck to my face by sweat. I was not usually the one to obey my father but this time i had enough i wanted to run away from this home. I wanted a Mother one that all the other girls had. That fixed their hair or hugs them close and tells them everything would be alright.

Right now that was what i needed more then anything else. I stopped crying and looked straight at the sun set but a dark figure covered it. Each step was a step closer to me. I squinted my eyes to look at this glowing face. The body was not tall perhaps a couple years older then me but still a child. A boy. A beautiful boy. Pitch black hair, caramel complexion and emerald green eyes. The wore a short Egyptian gown of some sort, gold with intricate patterns. One of a great cost.

I tried to push my self back quickly but i was digging myself a bigger hole. The boy face was now closer to me then ever. He was Breathtakingly beautiful but i noticed something flashed in his snake like emerald eyes. Something unknown to me. Something that made my skin crawl with fear.

“Hello Princess, need any help?” He smirked evil. He reached over and tucked my sweaty, curly hair behind my ears. These actions made me cringe and tremble.

“ I j-jusst wan-want to go home” I said brokenly as tears started to build up in my eyes again. My vision blurred to the extent that i could not see anything, i was thirsty, hungry and hot. Blackness was starting to envelop me in.

“You’ll certainly be her.” His hot breath tickled my ears.

End of flashback

I wondered why I was suddenly getting this flash back. Maybe because I’m back in Egypt. I don’t know or actually care.

The weeks flew by. I had no choice on anything which was good because firstly i would not choose anything of quality to a Princess and secondly i wouldn’t want to choose anything that i did not want to take part in.

The ceremony would not be big a couple of Sheikhs speaking between the families, that was a positive. The maids ran around waxing, ripping, cutting stuff out until i couldn’t take the chaos anymore and huddled with my baby on my bed. They yelled and tried to talk to me but i locked my door and both I and Adam ignored them as we relaxed.

The next morning was my wedding day. Tear slowly ran down my face, how my life was could be over already. I would not think in a million years that my father would be so scheming and deceiving. How could he plan my entire future even before i was told?

I hated my father with so much passion but at the same time if anything was to happen to him i would be broken. The family bond was hardly existed but it was still there. I cant help who i love.

It was still dawn when the servants bombarded my room. Each of them had a task to endure. I stayed hazily watching them turn me into some kind of princess.  When they were finshed with my body, it was passed noon time. It was time  for me to met my father who i haven’t since for a couple of days.  

“Farah (Joy) you look like a Princess” one of her maids exclaimed. She dragged a long mirror and placed in front of me. Something struck me. My white dress was gorgeous tight at the top and flowed elegantly from my waist. It wasn’t filled with crystals and wasn’t puffy just as I would like. It was a boob tube, completely exposing my slender shoulders and arms. Black henna delicately designed like a tattoo from my neck all the way to my lower back and my legs.  The veil was long placed by tiara on top of my dark long curlier hair which reached my waist. I looked at my self closely barely recognising myself. My chocolate brown large and framed with long lashes. My golden cameral complexion smooth and my full lips coated with lip gloss.

I started shaking i didn’t want to commit yet.

“What’s wrong dearest, don’t you like what we did” the oldest maid asked nervously.

“No-I’m mean Yes i do like what you did...i j-just i-im not ready to get married. I’m still young and i was training to become a doctor. I had my life planned only to be thrown away for some stupid Prince.” I said angrily and the more i think about the more my head started to fume.

“Dont you dare question this it will happen and that the end” her father roared from the door. Tears welled and threatened to fall. How dare he? He arranged this cause me to suffer and then instead of encouraging me to do this he threatens me? What type of father does that?

“Listen Father, I had enough you and your stupid rules. Do this Aziza, do that or else” I mimicked as i felt myself blow up. “I have lived my entire life not knowing my mother, to be treated with hostility and harshness. You cage me up, treat me like $hit, force me to live a robotic life, ruin my dreams in fact, ruined my life, hold me hostage in my home and then, what’s more you dictate my future. Who do think you are? And you call yourself a father. To me a father is someone who is meant to love their child, know them, help them, hold them and support them. All which, you’ve never done for me. For this moment onwards you are not my father and right now what i wish is for my mother to seen the way you  have treated me and everyone else all  and regret ever thinking there was something good in you and there never will be.” My father’s eyes blazed with fire.  He lifted his large hand and smacked me fully in the face. The blow had me on the fall. I felt the agonising burn on my cheeks. This was not the first time he left a bruise on my face and heart.

“Fix you yourself up. I will be waiting out side.” He slammed her door.

I could hear his footsteps fade away. But the word that rang in my head was ‘disappointment’. Something i was constantly reminded. 

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