Life seemed unfair. To me, atleast. I bothered no-one in particular, always kept a low key profile. I did my best to never hurt a person's emotions. And yet, here I was, battling against the whims of marriage.
It has been my dream to progress down the lane of amitious studying. Many parents had to sacrifice a majority of their time to have their children be educated. But no, Mom simply wanted to ship me off to an unknown cocky stranger who thinks he owns me already.
I considered running away. But then, Henry and Paul - I could not leave them to deal with my mess. People called me naive. I planned to strip myself of naive virginity and make my own rules. If marriage was what I was being forced into, then it shall be on my terms.
With that thought I swatted a lonely tear drifting on my cheek and let sleep comsume me.
The next morning was eventful. Or you could say so. Mom decided to break her silent treatment. "Linda, help me set the table," she yelled from below. I knew that was not the case as I was never needed to "set the table" before. "Okay Mom," I responded sprinting downstairs. Why not play along - I was not backing off without a fight.
She handed me a steaming dish of baked potatoes, sliced bacon and a savoury omelette - just how Bill liked it. "Mom, don't blame me for dropping any of it," I groaned under the weight of juggling the plates. She simply ignored me. Mom placed much faith on me and I was delibarating how to create a tiny crack. Don't get me.wrong, I loved her and Dad. But this whole ordeal.of marrying a man without any interest on my part was messing my sanity. I probably needed a course of therapy. I coughed out loud gaining a dirty look from Mommy dearest.
"Linda, your father has taken off to the Nothern Province," she opened up, not meeting my eye and fiddling with her omelette. "Okay," I casually chipped in brushing the thoughts of Samuel and Zach. "They want to have the wedding as early as possible," she almost whispered. I stared at her for a minute to test for any sign of mockery. A moment of silence passed and she did not raise her head to meet my confused gaze. "Mom!" I yelled toppling the chair beneath me. "You can't do this to me!" I screamed like a wild woman and dashed out of the house with my mother calling out for me. I was never coming back.
Every person had their limit of patience. And mine was exercised with much restraint. But this undid every ounce of sanity I had reserved. I no longer cared. I would run off to a far, far land, away from all of this, a loveless marriage, a perverted stranger and people ruling my life out for me.
"Miranda, I need you to book a ticket on Worthshire metro." Goodbye Wilfred District, I sighed internally. Was I doing the right thing.
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A Genuine Infatuation and A Theorem for Love
RomanceLinda has always been engrossed in her own world of books and a deep passion for studies. So much that it dwindled with her capacity to mingle amongst others - like any ordinary teenager would have committed to doing so. This worked worry into her p...
