A Lost Object [h.s]

Chapter 2

Aurora

"Oh, the guests will be here any minute now! We should start preparing" That was the excited voice of my mother. She was running around the kitchen like a mad man. I just shook my head and continued to clean the dishes. Jane and Austin helped my parents bring out unnecessary stuff, arranging them into the living room. They're actually going through with this. I let out a sigh as I finished drying the last plate. I turned around, leaning my back against the counter and dried my hands. My parents, Jane and Austin were casually setting up the living room before the 'guests' came. As if all this was normal. 

Harry was too preoccupied with his phone to give a care in the world about the chaos going on in the living room. He was leaning on the white wall with one of his hands in his pocket while the other was holding the phone to his face. His hair fell in front of his face as he looked down to the phone. That didn't seem to bother him as much as it would've me. His legs were crossed over each other and his face repeatedly changed expressions. I admit. He was beautiful. But nothing can compare.

"Would you quit staring" He spoke suddenly. I realized that I was staring for too long. It must've looked creepy. I decided against replying to him, instead, I pushed myself off the counter and walked away. I snuck off upstairs before my mother had the chance to stop me. Closing the door to my bedroom, I grabbed my phone from the top of my dresser. The screen lit up with messages and missed calls.

Odyssey: How's it going?

Odyssey: Why aren't you answering your phone?

Odyssey: Aurora Scarlet! I am so confused as to why you are not picking up your phone and answering my texts. My calls should be the most important call of your life. Your number one priority. You should be answering my call before the phone even rings! The disrespect is real.

I rolled my eyes after reading the messages. That was my best friend for you. She is so over dramatic, but that is one of the many things I love about her. Odyssey is the only person I can ever count on. She's always been there for me and continues to be here for me through thick and thin. I could and do, tell her everything and anything. I opened up my call log and clicked on her name. I brought the ringing phone to my ear. It rang multiple times before going straight to voicemail.

How ironic.

Right as I clicked on the Netflix app on my phone, my mother's voice sounds from the bottom of the stairs.

"Aurora get down here!"

I locked my phone shoving it under my pillow before making my way back downstairs. I can hear the voices of my aunts and uncles as I reached the living room. It was packed. The place was filled with family and other people I didn't recognize. This was supposed to be a small thing. 

"Come sit Aurora, we're starting." My mother pulls me by the arm, shoving me down on the floor next to Harry. He had his legs crossed. His left hand bent with his elbow on this thigh and his palm on his cheek. He was tracing the patterns on the rug with his other hand.

I sat with my legs to one side, my hands crossed over each other on top of my lap. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to do this. Not one bit. I couldn't speak for Harry, but I'm sure he has better things to do then be here all night. Being forced to do something he probably didn't want either.

'It has to be done Aurora'

'It's for your own sake Aurora'

'You're almost twenty-two now Aurora'

'You're an adult Aurora, you have to move on and move out'

Those were the words of my mother. She would repeat them over and over again every single day. She never fails to remind me of them. They rang through my head all the time. She wanted to get rid of me so badly. 

I sat quietly as the 'ceremony' began. Harry mirrored my tired expression. There was loud music playing in the background, people chattering and laughing everywhere. All I could hear was a ringing sound as I tried to zone everything out. 

Why must my mother insist on ruining my life? Repeatedly. The worst part of it all was that I had no say in it what so ever. I had no say in my life. How redundant. If I am an adult why can't I choose the way I want to live my life? Why can't I choose the paths I want to take before settling? Why can't I chose when and where I get engaged. Why can't I choose the person I marry?

It made no sense to me at all what so ever, but that's just how it was going to be. My parents had their minds made up long ago. This was the way for them. I tried to fight with them about the whole situation. It seemed like they didn't care about what I wanted or what I had to say. No, It didn't seem like it, they didn't care at all. They absolutely did not. Not one bit.

They were going to force me to marry this stranger whether I liked it or not.