Runaway Christian.(On Hold)

Dos.

Have you ever experienced a scenario where you feel so furious you want to seize the breath out of everything around you? If you haven't then a good look at me right now will be enough experience. I was seated on the couch in the living room of my house. My favorite couch. But today this couch felt like my partner in war. Quick review of what happened after I got the message.

AOAM: You're gonna get married to someone I've picked. Now hurry up and get back here. I slammed phone on the floor and screamed. It woke the boys up. They kept asking me what had happened but I just didn't have the patience to talk. I lost it. I grabbed Juan's car keys and raced to his car. I got in,started it and drove the hell out of there. All I see is red. I can't focus. I left my phone there and was driving way over the speed limit. I went into the house and pushed everything that blocked my way. I screamed so loud Violetta,our househelp got scared and left me in the living room.

After I finished throwing a fit I sat, exhausted and just tried to calm down. Hence my position on the couch currently. I sat, unmoving. Stiff as a board,furious as a bull. I needed to calm down. I hadn't fully calmed down when my mother decided to make an appearance, finally. Fan-fucking-tastic. I jolted out of my seat and seethed at her.
"How dare you!" She smiled and sat like no one's business.

"He'll be here in a few with his family. You need to go get dressed." She said without a care in the world. I stood,stunned. She isn't really serious was she?

"I'm not getting ready for anything and you have got to be kidding yourself if you think I'll take you seriously." I growled.

"Ruthie,we don't want her to have to come here to help you get dressed would we?" She said and part of my anger turned to fear. My face turned blank so she wouldn't see my emotions but by her reactions I bet she already knows what I'm feeling.

"You hardheaded ass of a mother!" I screamed at her. That got her attention. She looked up,got out of her seat and in two quick strides she reached me the next thing I felt was her hand on my face. The bitch slapped me. I looked up at her and she looked cold. But I looked lethal and I don't think we could have stood in the same room for any while longer. I stared her down and went up to my room. I slammed my door closed and just stood at the door. There was a dress on my bed. It was a white dress. It was tight up but from waist down it was flared. There were white stilettos to match it. I hate my mother. She's making me do something I would never dream of. Then she used her to threaten me. What kind of mother does that? That only proves that she's a piece of shit that doesn't deserve anything but misery thrown her way. Bitch! I took a shower and begrudgingly put the dress on. I did some light makeup and put the stilettos on. I let my hair around me. It fell to mid back and I liked it. I wish I looked this good for Juan Marcus. Juan! Oh God where's my phone?! I need to tell him what's happening. Then I realized that I left it at Willy's. I stormed out of there so fast I forgot my phone. I didn't even know if it was still working considering how I smashed it on the floor. I rushed downstairs, disregarding my mother and went to the landline. I quickly his number that has been etched into my memory for years and waited.
"Ruthie." He called and I sighed. A tear fell down my face and I sniffed.

"Juan, there's something I need to tell you." I quickly said.

"Ruthie where are you? Tell me I'll come get you." He said in a worried tone. Another tear escaped and then a sob.

"Juan my mom... she's trying to make me...get—" my words were cut short. My mother had snatched the phone from me.

"Hello,this is Mrs Reyes here. This must be Juan." She started sweetly. I knew it was just the quiet before the storm hit. I tried to snatch the phone away from her but she quickly pushed me off. "Well darling, I'm afraid Ruthie can't be your Nena anymore. She's getting married. Don't call her ever again and don't even think about coming to see her. You'll regret it." She cut the line and turned to me. I had tears dripping from my face.

"You're evil Tia So cruel!" I yelled at her. She rolled her eyes and grabbed my forearm roughly. I cried and resisted her and guess what? For the second time today the bitch slapped me.

"You should be happy I'm marrying you off to someone rich, someone who can take care of you properly! You should be grateful you little shit!" She screamed. She pushed me and I fell to the ground. I didn't see the essence of getting up when I felt so low. My one true love had been ripped from me and I was being handed to someone else on a silver platter. How messed up was that? My heart felt like it was being jabbed with a dagger over and over. I hurt everywhere.

"Violetta! Come get her out of here and ready in a few minutes!" She yelled and left me to myself on the floor to grieve my broken heart. Violetta helped me up and to my room. She redid my makeup and put my hair in an updo. I fell numb really quick. All of my senses had left me defenseless. I was lost. Juan would never want anything to do with me. He's probably hurt, because of me. Because of my forced marriage. I hate my mother for doing this to me.  Even more for killing my father. I resent her. Oh dad,I wish you were here with me.