Married At Nineteen

Chapter one

After school one evening around 5pm, I arrived home to see two new cars parked outside. This time, I was greeted with a fiery look from the only bodyguard who was standing close to the main door entrance.

What the hell. I thought.

My eyes locked with his whilst making my way round the house. As I clung to my backpack, I sneaked to the backyard and got into the house through the back door.

I first met with my sister who bumped into me as I walked quietly through the kitchen. She seemed stunned then immediately recollected herself before casting worried filled eyes my way.

"It's good you're–" I preempted her talking further by slamming my palm over her mouth.

She squeezed her face, dragging my hand off her face. "Why are–"

Slamming my palm again, I hushed her with a stern look. "Shhh"

Seeing that she had succumbed to my request, I slipped away my hand to let her speak.

"Why were you hushing me?" She whispered, looking directly into my eyes.

"I don't need them knowing I'm around. God knows how I hate drama." I replied back in the same tone, rounding her to sneak into my room but she followed.

"Although I'm not allowed in there, I pretty much know I've heard your name once or twice. It seems to me they've got something up their designer sleeves." She said, but why should I care?

"And? They're probably still annoyed that I challenged them last time. It's not about anything serious unless they're planning on selling me off to pay off dad's loan." I responded sarcastically, unlocking the door to my room.

Soon I was in, but my sister wouldn't stop following me.

"I don't think it's nothing serious." She said, worry evident on her face. Why does she have to always worry? I thought.

"Tell me about it, psychic." I grumbled, plopping down on my bed and crossing my right foot over my left thigh so I could take off my sneakers.

"Whatever you say. But I have a bad feeling about this. I really do." I rolled my eyes mentally hearing her say those words. She shouldn't worry. Everything is going to fall into place.

"I'm damn hungry. What's been prepared?" I asked her, getting up and shrugging off my fleece jacket.

The plump girl sat on the bed, rolled back her head and rested it on one of her shoulders with her eyes in my direction. "You wanna know?"

I was hungry and no play was necessary here. It was the kind of hunger to cause your stomach to bite itself, churn and make a hell of a noise.

"Anything will do, Becca,"

She smirked. "It's pumpkin soup and nope, it's not even prepared. We were waiting for you." She answered.

What in the mighty ****

My eyes grew wide, my anger exuding, "What in the name of God are you talking about? You people think I have the strength to cook such an annoying pot of soup when in the end I'll probably not eat it?"

She shrugged to my greatest annoyance.

"I haven't even eaten!–" I half screamed then shut my mouth when I realized the house was almost silent.

"Eddy!" I heard my name being called from the sitting room.

Shoot! I internally exclaimed.

"Eddy, if you're home, come over here." My mother's voice resonated.

I turned my eyes towards my sister who stared back at me.