The World Was Hers For the Taking

Chapter Three

"You cannot be serious." I stared at my father with tears flowing down my face. "I am just sixteen years old, please, I am begging you. I'm not ready for marriage, you know that."

My father got up and slapped me and I fell to the ground holding my pulsing cheek. "You will marry him, Adelaide. That is final."

"Mother. Please. Say something." She didn't even look at me.
"I wish you weren't so afraid of him. I hope to never be the coward you are."

My father walked out of the room without a hint of remorse.

And with that, my father was gone and my mother was by the window, trying her hardest not to speak to me.

I stood up and wiped my dry tears off my face. "You're a coward."

I left the room, not giving a damn about my mother and her feelings.