“If you want a perfect husband, you have to start by being a perfect bride! Listen to me!” my mother started shouting.
I knew that the reason why I was hanging on to this scar didn’t make any sense at all, but I just couldn’t bring myself to erase it.
“I have a headache. I’m going to sleep now; I have a test tomorrow…” I mumbled before turning away.
“You can’t avoid this forever! Elena!” my mother shouted after me.
I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could and headed for the sanctuary of my own bedroom. Closing the door behind me and locking it firmly so that I could hide away from my mother. Her shouting seemed far away now. Running away was the option that I always chose so that I wouldn’t have to fight with her directly. She’ll get busy with other things, and she’ll forget about
