End Up Here

Prologue

"We arranged a marriage for you"

"Mom, you can't do that!"

"I'm sorry, Maya but it's settled, after you turn eighteen"

My mother and I were sitting on the comfort of my bed as she inched towards me.

"Why mom? Why do I have to do this? It's my life, it should be my choice, mom!" I flinched away angrily from my mom ad she just sighed at my words.

"For reasons. Just try to understand, sweetie"

Her voice was trying to be soothing but it had the total polar effect on me.

"No, you should try to understand me mom! I don't want to be married to some stranger- wait, I don't want to be married once I hit eighteen period." I huffed, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

My mom decided to settle with what seemed like the best this-is-final-and-that's-that answer.

"It's for the best"

But I was after an explanation and this wasn't it.

"Mom, I swear if it's your deep fear of me ending up alone and not bearing you any grandchildren I swear I'll marry -eventually. There's no need to rus-"

"It's not that, Maya" she cut off my rambling.

"Then why?" I cried.

My mother grew silent and the air around us grew thick with anticipation- more on my part.

"It's complicated" she deadpanned.

Her answer infuriated me. I was looking for answers and this isn't the answer I wanted. If she wanted to marry me off to some dude who could possibly be some sadist psycho who enjoyed torturing people and then used their dead bodies to create a human centipede 2.0, the least she could do is owe me an explanation.

"I'll give you time, Maya" my mom said as she stood up from the bed and began

fixing the creases on her pants.

Thinking about the news of my arranged marriage now did I realise that only my mom told me about this proposition but my dad hasn't. If he didn't agree to this then he could possibly be my only ticket out of this situation.

"Does dad know?"

Mom nodded, "Yes. Your dad and I already talked about it."

"Oh" was the only thing I could say. Crap. Well there goes my bail out.

I don't know what type of crack she's on thats got her thinking of marrying me off when i'm just eighteen but I'd like to know.

Arranged marriages definitely aren't a tradition in our family, i've never heard of any other family members having them. So how this whole arranged marriage idea popped up was a total big question mark.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I noticed that mom was still standing in front of me.

"You'll meet your fiancé at dinner tomorrow so dress appropriately, sweetie. Everything will be discussed then" she stated before walking out my room.

"Oh shit"

It was at that moment that the idea began to actually sink in.

I was going to be married. I don't even have a clue who's my fiancé. What if he's abusive or like some really really old pervert? No. My mom wouldn't do that to me.

"Yeah and you never thought she would marry you off at eighteen but would you look at that" the witty voice in my mind, pointed out.

I wanted to marry someone I actually loved, not some stranger my parents picked out. I may not have a special someone now but I believe he's still out there somewhere and I want to be married to him.

Oh shit. What about college? Am I ever supposed to go to college? Should I have to quit my dream of being a Doctor and instead become some housewife for my future husband?

Are we even going to have to stay in the same house? Surely he doesn't expect me to cook, right? Oh goodness anything except cooking.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE MARRIED!" I shouted frustratedly into my pillow.