judge me | g.d.

9 - enlighten me, please

kiara - sunday afternoon

  "we're here! we're here!" a screechy voice cries as a couple walks in.

  the wife, i'm assuming, sits down next to me as her ignorant looking husband stands awkwardly by my father's desk. the tension in the room is thick.

  "what's going on?" i ask attempting to slice the tension with my words.

  the woman next to me pipes up. "oh my lord! you haven't told her yet? this has been in the making for how many years now?"

  my father glances in my mothers direction. their stare making my stomach sink.

  finally my father turns to me. "honey–"

  there he is with the cutesy pet words for show. i scoff a little and bring my attention back to his searing eyes.

  "you're mother and i have decided– a very long time ago–that it would be best if we kept the inheritance running throughout the family."

  confusion runs through my mind. questions like: what the fuck are you talking about? and what does this have to do with the dangerously attractive boy across from me?

  "okay and," i say signifying my father to continue on.

  "so we decided an arranged marriage would be best," he states blandly, letting the words flow out of his mouth like water.

  i swear my heart stops.

  a quiet laugh escapes my lips. "you're fucking kidding me right?"

  my mother's hand rests on her forehead as she glares at me. "language, kiara."

  i cockily smile at her and stand up. "this isn't happening, i don't even know him!"

  my father's quick to object. "actually you do."

  "enlighten me, please."

  he shuts up real quick. so? do i fucking know him or not? what the hell?

  "jacob, why don't you introduce yourself?" the awkward man–whom i'm assuming is the boy's father–speaks up.

  the curly blonde haired boy stands up and walks over to me holding out his hand.

  i look at it.

  "nonsense! give her a hug. i mean you're going to be spending the rest of your life together, so why not?" his mother speaks up.

  the boy's–jacob i think–dark brown eyes look up at me, almost as if he is asking for my permission.

  when i don't answer he takes that as his cue to talk instead.

  "uh, i'm jacob," he says glancing towards the ground. 

  i nod my head. i guess i shouldn't be as mean to him as i am to my parents and his. he probably doesn't want to do this at all either.

  i turn back towards my mom. "so what's gonna happen when i want to go to college?"

  she turns towards his parents and my dad speaks up.

  "kiara, we already have it all planned out," he says reaching for a folder.

  he opens it and grabs a packet of paper out. "you and jacob will get married once you graduate, which will be in may–eight months, kiara, almost a month after your eighteenth birthday the wedding will be held. if and when you guys decide to go to college you will attend the same school and will have a house to yourselves to live in."

  i plop back down on the couch leaving jacob to stand there. he runs a hand through his hair and discreetly rolls his eyes.

  this is awful. what am i going to tell grayson? wait, why would grayson care?

  "is that understood, kiara?" my mother turns to me and eyes me.

  instead of answering i stand up and storm out of the office. it takes me less than a few seconds to ascend the staircase.

this is what they throw at me. i fucking hate them. they'll never be my parents. they're practically dead to me.

i lay down on my bed and run my hands through my hair so hard, i think i pulled some out. but at this point i'm not worried about going bald, i'm worried about this jacob boy and how he thinks him and his family get to saunter in here like they own the fucking place.

for some reason i'm just a toy for my parents to play. and let me tell you it is not fun.

a quiet knock on my door interrupts my tantrum.

"go fuck yourself!" i shout towards the door, not caring who or what stands behind it.

i place my head in my hands and i sigh. this is my worst nightmare; this is my life.

my door creaks open and i stay in my position. at least i know it's not my parents because if it was they would have already whooped my ass.

the bed shifts and i glance up.

jacob sits there. this concerned almost saddened look on his face.

"what?" i ask with more attitude than i intended.

he looks almost taken aback but quickly steadies himself.

"i, uh, just want to say i'm sorry. trust me i don't want to do this as much as you don't," he says causing me to feel a little guilty for overreacting.

  "i'm sorry for being a bitch, i guess," i admit. "my parents just never really cared for me like real parents would and now they are doing this and it just puts everything into perspective about how much power they actually have."

  he nods. "i guess our family situations are much different after all."

  my phone vibrates next to me and i'm quick to pick it up.

grayson: you okay?

i smile down at my phone, forgetting that jacob is watching me. i don't answer grayson because jacob interrupts me.

"is that your boyfriend?" he asks, my eyes widening.

"um, no," i say shutting him down.

"oh, i guess it was just the way you looked at your phone and smiled–i don't know–never mind," he rambles. "listen i'm sorry but i don't think there is any getting out of this so we might as well get used to it."

"the door is over there," i demand and he rolls his eyes before standing up and leaving.

glad i got rid of that son of bitch. at least for a while.

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-el

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