Upside-down

Upside-down

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Hi, my name is Mariam. I'm from Palestine, but live in Seattle. I'm 5'6, have brown eyes, frizzy brown hair, eat a lot (but don't have an insanely quick metabolism that keeps me at 90 lbs like most novel characters), and I'm extremely sarcastic and blunt (which usually gets me into a lot of trouble). I seem pretty average, right? Well I was, but little did I know that in the next year I would... Decide not to go to college and instead pursue my dream as an actress Go from being rich to having to work at a coffee shop to earn money Go from living with my parents like a normal teenage girl to getting disowned and living in a random family's basement...who's son hates my guts for no apparent reason Almost get killed (twice) Get married...sorta My life has definitely been turned upside-down from what it used to be, but at least I'll get a happily ever after...right?
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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