GETTING HER MARRIED
913 Words
AMELIA'S POV
I went back to my office and resumed working. Within a few hours, the calculations were complete. Then I moved on to the projects she had requested. I made the necessary corrections and additions, and by two in the afternoon, I emailed everything to Mira, my boss. Once the message showed as delivered, I packed my bag, ready to go home.
My job was an eight-hour gig, but often, especially when my boss wasn't around and my tasks were done, I wouldn't stay the full time.
I stopped by Jasmine's office to see if she was finished, but she wasn't. Surrounded by people, deep in conversation, she likely didn't even notice me checking in.
There was nothing left for me to do, so I headed home, back to my miserable life. When I arrived, I saw Agnes and her brother in the living room. The sight of those two little demons immediately ignited my irritation.
"Don't you have anything better to do at your age?" I snapped at Agnes, and she flinched, looking scared.
"Your age mates are out there hustling or finding their way to college, but here you are, sitting around doing nothing," I continued.
"She's still a teen, you know that, right?" her mother's voice cut in from behind me.
"And you're still a useless adult who does nothing but leech off her husband's money," I retorted, and she looked momentarily dumbfounded.
"You do realize you are speaking to me," she stammered, her lips trembling slightly, though her voice remained steady.
"Yeah. How many times have I told you to stay out of my business?" I challenged.
"Your business?" she asked, directing the question to no one in particular, because if she had been asking me, she'd made a grave mistake.
"You were talking to my daughter, and you call that your business," she pressed.
"Oh, I didn't realize that advising your daughter—which should be your job, but which I gladly did for you—was a bad thing," I said, gesturing towards the stairs.
"Let's all just stay the f**k out of each other's business!" I shouted from the staircase.
I reached my room and slammed the door shut behind me.
"f*****g b***h!" I yelled.
I couldn't understand why I'd even bothered talking to her daughter. I should have just gone straight to my room; that way, I could have avoided the unnecessary noise and the disruption of my peace.
"Ughh," I groaned in frustration.
I went back downstairs to the kitchen, grabbed some snacks, juice, and fruit, then retreated back to my room with my haul. I took off my clothes, cleaned myself up, and once done, settled in to watch some movies to pass the time.
"I should have stayed in the f*****g office," I muttered to myself.
"Now, I'm stuck at home with nothing to do."
I watched movies and ate the snacks and fruits. When I finished them, there were more movies to watch, but I neither felt sleepy nor had the urge to watch anything else. I drifted off.
I don't know how long I'd been sleeping, but I was woken abruptly by my father banging hard on the door.
"AMELIA!" Shouts and furious banging on my door jolted me awake.
"Who the f**k is that?" I yelled in frustration, moving towards the door and yanking it open.
"So, you were the one who dared wake me from my sleep," I said, my voice laced with anger.
"I have an important message for you," my father, who had been pounding on the door for God knows how long, stated.
"So, you interrupted my sleep for some stupid message? Can't it wait until tomorrow at breakfast? Isn't that the only time we ever speak?" I demanded, frustrated.
"I'm your father, and I get to speak with you anytime I want," he declared.
"Well, I'm Amelia, and I get to listen to you anytime I want," I retorted, slamming the door shut in his face. I used my name intentionally; I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of me calling myself his daughter.
"Amelia, open the door!" he roared, but his rage meant nothing compared to my resolve.
When he finally tired, he left. I didn't care what he wanted to say, important or not. All I knew was that I didn't want to listen to him now. Maybe later, but definitely not now.
I checked the time. It was past six in the evening.
"f**k it," I cursed as I saw the hour. I hadn't realized so much time had passed. My stomach rumbled, leaving me no choice but to go downstairs and eat.
Everyone was already at the dining table, eating. I didn't say a word, nor did they. I served myself and began to eat.
"I'm getting you married," my father announced while eating, just as I was halfway through my meal.
His words seemed to affect everyone at the table, not just me.
I didn't react, because it wasn't my marriage he was talking about. If he meant his daughter, Agnes, wanted to marry, it was none of my business. I continued eating.
"Darling, she's just a teen. You can't marry her off like that," his wife said, attempting to change his mind. I laughed internally.
"She's not a teen. She's working, as far as I'm concerned, so she's ripe for marriage. Amelia, am I wrong?" he said, finally mentioning my name. I looked up at him.
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