Meeting my contracted husband
“Emma, get your ass off from that bed." Came the harsh words that woke me up from sleep.
I jumped down from the bed and I stood straight to face Mrs Beth who is my aunt. It was very hard to stand so straight because I had just woken up from sleep but I dare not falter.
" What are you still doing sleeping by this time?. “ Mrs Beth asked me with a scornful look on her face.
" I'm sorry Mrs Beth. “ I told her.
" Get ready, we are going to have a visitor. Make sure you look good, I don't want you to go on embarrassing me. “ she said looking around my room to find something she would use to yell at me but since my room was clean and tidy, she didn't have any chance to tackle me and so she gave up trying.
" Okay ma, I'll look good. “ I told her.
She murmured something and then I watched her walk out of the room.
I sat down on the bed and I massaged my legs.
I knew that Mrs Beth would be back anytime soon so I decided to do as she had said so I wouldn't get into more trouble.
I went to the bathroom and I took my bath. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I sighed.
I shifted my blonde hair to the side but it was too long, it wouldn't stay there, so I took a band from the sink and I tied it Into a pony tail.
I could see the way my blue eyes shone when I heard the knock on my door again.
“I'm coming, I'll be out now." I shouted to the person knocking on the door.
I walked out of the shower booth taking the towel that was laying idly on the rack and I tied it around my chest.
I went to open the door, it was Mrs Beth. She had a smile on her face but immediately she saw me, the smile faded.
“Didn't I tell you to get ready that we had a visitor?. “ Mrs Beth yelled.
“I didn't know that the visitor is here already."
“He isn't here already, what if he was, would you come out to see him looking like a rag doll." She yelled.
I could see the way her diamond earrings shone as she shouted and turned her head side to side to add drama to the yelling. I didn't really care about any of her insults.
I had gotten used to it over the years.
Ever since I was ten years old I've been living with Mrs Beth. It's been eleven years now and I still live with her.
She was my mum's elder sister and she took me in since my parents died in a car accident.
Before my parents death aunty Beth used to be really nice to me, she was my favourite person in the world. Whenever she came by our mansion, she used to bring me gifts, I loved her so much. It's impossible how someone can change so fast.
I looked at her red painted lips…it was beautiful, the upward twitch of her nose and her blue eyes, our family's signature look. Big almond blue eyes, blonde hair and fine curved lips, nice body figure, beautiful features.... The beautiful looks was passed down from a mother to her daughter and my mother had passed to me the most beautiful of the features. Everywhere I went people called me a beauty queen but I was an orphan, I wasn't a beauty queen, I didn't have a place in the world and the person I was supposed to call family treat me like trash.
I looked at my aunty and now she had stopped yelling.
“Are you even listening to me?. “ She asked me.
" Yes ma, I'm listening to you. “
" Now get in there and dress up. My life depends on it. “
What was my business if her guest found me to be an embarrassment or not, why was she bent on grooming me.
" What am I dressing up for?. “ I asked her.
" What's that stupid question for?. “ She asked me.
“I was just asking so I'll know how to dress up. "
“Wear something sexy." She told me.
There was a small frown on my face after what she said. Why was she telling me to wear something sexy.
“Don't frown so hard, do you want to give yourself wrinkles." She asked me.
" Why should I wear something sexy?. “ I asked her
" Because I said so and you're not dumb. “
" I don't have anything sexy to wear. “ I told her and she frowned.
She pushed past me and she walked into the room. She was heading for my closet. She took the first clothe her hand could touch and she examined it before she threw it on the floor, she took another one and did the same thing till she threw most of my clothes on the floor.
I stood there patiently watching her before she found her wide smile and said...
" Aha, this is it." She told me and she smiled stretching the clothe in front of me. It was a red dress that she had gotten for me a while ago but it was too short and revealing. It showed my breasts and my laps to an excessive seductive point.
“I can't wear that thing." I told her.
“How old are you?." She asked me.
“I'm twenty one."
“Are you still a child, you're twenty one and you don't have a boyfriend yet." She said to me and I stood there still watching her.
“Come here and put this dress on right now unless you'll face my wrath." Mrs Beth shouted at me.
I had no other choice than to obey her. I walked up to her and I took the short red dress from her hand.
“Wear it quickly and come to my room so I'll give you a makeover. “
“I don't want to wear makeup." I told her and the next thing I knew, her hands landed flat on my cheek and the slap stunged like hell.
I held my left cheek and I could feel tears gather at the corner of my eyes.
“I said when you're done with dressing up, come to my room so I'll give you a makeover, is that clear?." She asked me.
“Yes ma, it's clear." I told her.
“Good." She said to me and she walked past me.
I went to my bed and I layed on my back. I was already wearing the dress but I didn't feel as if I was wearing a dress, I felt as if I was in a bikini.
