Rosabel

Chapter 1

That night he arrived home late at night. I sat impatient awaiting for him to arrive. I peeped out the sheer curtains to a no sign of him.I plopped down on my bed. As I glanced at the sheer curtain, the shadows of the zombie like trees rustling against muy window pane frightened me.
The wind was howling and rain pattered against my windowpane. lightening struck and flashed at my window illuminating the whole room as there was a power outage and every time the thunder made a sharp rumbling I jolted on my bed. The clock was making a ticking sound. Tick tick- tick tock, it was nearly past 12 my husband still hadn't arrive home. I was afraid if he was been robbed by a group or worse something bad happened to him. I called him, but it went to voice mail. My phone was almost about to die and was at low battery level. I prayed for my husband to come home safely. If he hadn't come home I would have to go in the morning to file a police complaint for my missing husband. I was really frightened and noticed the slightest sounds, I heard the sound of shattering glass downstairs . The thought of someone trying to break into the house was petrifying.I was praying for my luck. The door started creeking and I heard foot steps draw closer to my rooms. I wanted to lock the door but I recalled that there was no lock in this room. Not knowing how to react, I quickly buried myself under the blankets and clutched myself to a pillow. My heart breath accelerated and I was drenched in my perspiration . I heard someone grasping the door knob and struggling to unlock the door knob. In nanosecond, The door clicked open.I was petrified and I squeezing my eyes shut. I was supplicating to God for my salvation and survival. The shadow of atall figure was approaching nearer to me,I peeped from my duvet, the shadows of large hands reaching my blanket were visible on the wall. "Oh god please help me" I whispered. Tears welled up in my eyes and slid down my check. I covered my mouth with the rim of my fingers to avoid the person from hearing my breaths.
Rosabel ,"i need to talk to you about something." I heard a familiar voice as he pulled off my blanket and I immediately knew it was my Dario lopez, my husband dressed in his formal business tuxedo. He glared at me with his blue piercing eyes. I suspected something to be wrong.

Ever since my parents had passed away in a car accident came, my life had been miserable. I was lucky enough to be the sole survivor I remember after I regained consciousness, I was confused as to why I was in the hospitals with tubes running down my delicate hands. I asked the nurse that seemed to be working there
" where is mommy and daddy?" in my squeaky voice. The nurses refused to tell me. But I insisted them upon telling me.
They finally broke it to me in a low sad tone, " I am sorry but you parents have gone, an adult will be picking you up and you will stay with them.
"Where is mommy and daddy?"I shouted. " I am sorry to say they are no longer anymore."
I started crying loudly and they tried to pacify me. I didn't remember how my parents were, I had lost my memory in the accident, that's what they had told me. I had permanent scar from the accident on my forehead and few marks on my body. I lived with my new adoptive parents. They were really kind to me, they had 3 sons, they were longing to have a daughter for a very long time. When they adopted me, they were really happy and blessed to have me. Even though they were of median income family and didn't have much earning. They spoiled me with everything but I never demanded anything from them. Sometimes I would sit alone and cry but Amanda, my adoptive mother would calm me and embrace me in a hug. I started going to public school and I used to get bullied because I didn't have parents and because of the scar on my forehead. I had two types of scars in my life: mental and physical. However childhood mental scar of bullying impacted my mental and social health throughout my teen hood and adulthood.I isolated myself from everyone in public. During my high school years I used to style my wavy ginger colored hair in a fringe cut and used to tie my hair up high in a ponytails that traveled down to my waist in beach like waves. I used to wear a hood and glasses to hide my identity at school. As I used to pass the school hallway I would hear whispers of students saying " she's hiding her face probably because she's to ugly." Or call me "nerd."This shattered my confidence but I used to walk past them and go to class everyday without conversing with anyone. When I got home The only people I talked to a little were my adopted family. Life went on like this, I applied to a cafeteria on 7th Avenue near my home in Newyork city. Unlike what is depicted on the tv as New York City being green and sweet, nyc was full of chaos, it's congested with people rushing for the subway, tourists and cars. Everything being overpriced for people like me that had only enough money to rent a small apartment.
My interview had went well. I finally had a job. I had been searching months for a job that accepts hoodies however because of the new policy, many jobs stopped workers from wearing hoodies at workplaces. I had graduated high school and no longer wanted to pursue my education due to financial issues and self confidence because of being bullied throughout highschool. I then started working in the cafeteria full time. One day I was breath taken when I was about to close the cafeteria, when a man with tall height olive skin, and blue eyes entered the cafe with his body guards. He seemed to look rich.
I hesitantly and politely asked him,"Sir, what would you look?"
"One large hot espresso with vanilla, please, he said in his deep British manly voice."
He observed my hoodie closely probably because he thought I am "crazy" or " ugly" like everyone does. But I had to accept the fact and not care about what others think about me. I handed his espresso to him. Than he took long strides towards the door and rode away on his blue Lamborghini. I then saw something on the floor that seemed to belong to him. I picked it up to see it was a picture of him with a beautiful girl dressed in a white bridal dress with blond hair and blue eye. So it was his wife, my heart sunk. It's not like I was liked him but I just wanted a brighter future and wanted to be social without people shattering my confidence. A year later, I was walking down the streets to work one day, when a Car almost hit me, I fell on the ground my hood came off displaying my scar, immediately a tall guy came out of the car, i was shocked it was the same guy that came to my cafeteria An year ago. I forgot to cover my face with the hood as I came into my senses I quickly tried to cover my face. The guy stood there expressionless and shocked. He offered to helped but I declined.
He said " you do know that you're a beautiful young lady, What's unique about you is that these scars show your strength."
He left saying these words. Years of people bullying me and mylack of self confidence, but these words affected me deeply and touched my heart.He rode in a Mercedes this this time and a girl wit him. I recalled the picture that he forgot at the cafe that was of his wife. That girl was the same lady in the wedding dress. So she was his wife. I then went home that day, I felt a little more confident about myself. I was 19 but my adoptive parents still let me stay at their apartment. That was very generous of them. I needed to get my own rented apartment though because I felt bad. When I came home Mom and dad were discussing about my marriage. My dad's friend had asked my dad for my hand in marriage to his son. Hopefully things would get better.
My mom said," now that old enough to get married, dad and I were considering your marriage."
"But why? Mom" I complained.
"We want to you to get married before we die as you're are only daughter
"don't say that mom, I love you two so much."As tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my cheek. My mom also started crying and we embraced in a hug.
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I came home the next day and I dressed in black dress that fit me perfectly and looked elegant. I heard the knock and my older brother jack answered the door and the grooms parents came followed by the groom.

I then got a little closer picture of him. My jaw dropped it, I was totally shook, it was the same guy that came to my cafe and who was in a car with his wife about to hit me . I was surprised, and confused. Wasn't this man already married? Lot of questioned arised my mind.