FOR BETTER FOR WORSE

CHAPTER SEVEN

I’m not going to marry him dad. I said in a reluctant tone.

Why not baby? My father asked

I don’t love him dad, I don’t even know him that well. That’s not the kind of person I want to end up with mum, I said looking at mum hoping she’d back me up… but guess what she looked away with no emotions on her face.

The deal has been sealed daughter. You don’t have anything to worry about. You are going to get married to the most qualified bachelor in town, the wealthiest of them all.

Aren’t you lucky? He said without blinking once.

I could see how unyielding they are, seems this is the price I get to pay for being birth into a rich home.

OH! I get what you are trying to do now, you want me to end up in a loveless, affectionless and toxic marriage like you two?

Is this really what you want, so much for being the best parents in the world do you think I said is sarcasm.

What your language Amy! My father said triggering anger in him.

We are low on funds princess, my mum said in a gentle tone. Low on funds is better adjective to qualify our financial status.

We are broke Amy….

Lucas has agreed to help us only if we are going to give off your hand in marriage to him.

This is the only way out, trust me, my mum said.

I was dumbfounded, short of words because what???

Thers no way I’m going to get out of this mess.

You know what you both do you. I said as I left the sitting area for my room

Getting to my room, I laid on my bed, my face down on the pillow.

My chest tightened as the tears rolled down. The tears were hot, relentless, each and every drop carrying weight of everything I’m not able to say out loud, of all the pains I’ve bottled in for so long. My heart tearing up with sharp ache not relief.

The pillow has been drenched with my tears. I screamed to it because it’s my coping mechanism to discomfort since I have no one to listen to my rants and share my tough moments with.

In the middle of that, I heard on knock on my window side... who might that be?

I quickly wiped away my tears because of there’s one thing I hate people seeing is me in my down moment….

I walked my window to see who that was and why they could not pass the normal door way…

It was Ethan. My prince charming… I’m not sure if id get to call him that again though.

I opened the window for him to come in… hoping no one saw him because that would have been a different scenario.

Why are you here? I asked.

No hugs? He said opening his arms wide for one.

I hugged him and he closed his arms hugging me so tight.

I laid my head on his chest.

He smells so good; his scent was comforting, clean skin warmed by the day, there were traces of woods and earth, like fresh timber after rain, touched by mint drifted around him like a promise unspoken. It wasn’t a scent that demanded attention; it lingered, settling softly into the air, the kind that stayed with someone for a longtime even after he has gone giving hope and reassurance.

He pulled me from him gently to look at my face and whispered romantically… I’ve missed you.

But then I replied with… “I love you”. I’ve never been so sure of my love for anyone as I was.