The Arranged Marriage

<P align=center>The Arranged Marriage</P>

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<P>"OMG, you cannot be serious!"</P>

<P>"I'm very serious and you will do as you're told." She replied evenly and devoid of emotion.</P>

<P>"There is no way in hell, hell could freeze over and I would still say no!"</P>

<P>"I will not discuss this with you any further."</P>

<P>"Really? Because last I checked this concerns me the most."</P>

<P>My step-mother walked off, my anger boiled to new heights, just when I thought that my step-mother couldn't make my life any worse, she pulls out the atomic bomb of all required torture for all step-mothers. It's in the handbook. </P>

<P>Ugh! I stomp back to my room, tossing myself into the comforting silk with down stuffed comforter. I cried my eyes out on the black colors. I felt broken, and there was nothing to remedy this.</P>

<P>When I felt that I cried out all the tears in existence, meaning I cried for a few hours, I lifted my head up and gazed down. The tears I had shed didn't even make a stain, the black just concealed it, as if my tears were worth nothing and needed to be hidden.</P>

<P>"If only dad were here!" I punch my bed, thought it didn't help the least bit with my anger. </P>

<P>"Knock, knock. Can I come in?"</P>

<P>Without looking toward the door I hurl one of my red and black rose pillows. Target achieved, I heard the fumph of the pillow making contact. </P>

<P>"Really, Scarlet?"</P>

<P>I turn to see Ian. "Sorry I thought you were Stepford coming back for round two." My voice was low and wispy. </P>

<P>"What did she do this time? You're crying." He stated instead of questioning. He rushed over to sit by my side as he pulled me into his lap. "Why are you crying?" His voice was so soft and open, he put you under a seductive spell.</P>

<P>"I'm not crying."</P>

<P>"Bull shit. I can see your eyes are red veined." I leap out of his lap and run to the full mirror standing by my window. I had the faintest of red lines at the corners.</P>

<P>"How did you see that?"</P>

<P>"The same way I can see you're trying to avoid my questions. Why are you crying?" He insisted.</P>

<P>Groaning I flop on my bed, I felt it indent next to me. Ian rubbed my back softly, had this been any other time I would see if I could get him to like me. He takes his job with my father seriously and refuses to see if we could be together. </P>

<P>"The devil sold my soul." I mumbled into my pillow.</P>

<P>"What!?" It sounded as he were frightened a bit.</P>

<P>"Yes, what is right. I mean what in hell's name was she thinking?"</P>

<P>"She sold you to the devil?" Well at least he heard through the pillow, he always heard what I say even if I mutter under my breath across the room.</P>

<P>"Metaphorically anyway, but in all technicalities she did."</P>

<P>"The Devil, devil?"</P>