My Accidental Husband, Not Father

03 | Destiny

A day before the accident

Nowa

Five minutes. I had no more time than that. Four minutes maybe. No, probably around Three.

My phone blinked flashing the screen of the alarm clock, giving me two options to either snooze or dismiss.

I guess I can't have five more minutes.

Well is studying that important. Why should I even go. At the end we will all die so why just not sleep for now. I hit the snooze button as I felt that maybe those five minutes can replace the fact that I slept at three am and now I need to wake up at seven.

After five more minutes, I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.

I never gave much though as to what I was wearing since we wore a uniform and I wasn't one bit sad about wearing a uniform to school. I was glad to not have to choose what to wear as I had always wore that same dress for two years now.

Not like anyone ever noticed what I was wearing anyway. Just like every school in this district, it was an all girls school just like all my years in school life. I never went to a mixed school.

The girls in my school were the only bully I needed since some student's parents started making up stories about what happened three months ago and how I am the only survivor from when the incident happened.

Girls didn't pay any attention to me, as long as they weren't in the mood to bring somebody down. Little did they know that I couldn't fall any lower than I already was. I was at rock bottom, and the only way to go from there was to dig myself six feet under and stay there.

I gathered my school-stuff in my bag and went downstairs shaking those thoughts out of my head. My sister had already left for college. My mother was waiting for me in the car as I could hear the car horns.

I was looking for my school's hijab. Its was a special type of Hijab not like the others and when I wore it I looked like a sack of potato.

My mother kept her hands on the horn, distributing all the neighborhood as I was still trying to find my hijab.

I looked at the laundry room which was a part of the kitchen area. I didn't find it.

I looked in my room, my sister's room ,and I couldn't look at mom's room since she always locks it.

I looked everywhere... I didn't find it.

It was like I wasn't meant to go to school but at the same time, If I didn't go, I will get killed by my mother because she has been waiting in the car for so long.

So I went on my room to wear any kind of hijab and then I made my way outside.

"Finally" My mom shouted when I entered the car.

I glanced at the clock on my wrist; it was a little before six thirty. I still had a good forty minutes before school started. Although it wasn't a long drive for others, it would be for me. My mother's car was too old and worn to go over forty miles per hour, and when she tried to push it the car only growled and made unhealthy noises. It was practically screaming ather  that it would break down if she didn't slow down. Even though the large car had its limitations, It was the only way to have a car.

Since the dreadful day, we couldn't afford anything anymore, my family who were some what rich became poor after what happened.

After my father's death, My mother couldn't even afford having her old car so she replaced it with this old junk of a car. My sister on the other hand would tell her friends to come pick her up.