PAST
“Sweetie, your father and I need to have a word with you.” My mother said bitterly. I glared at her before groaning.

“I was busy. What’s so important that you both need to talk to me?” I ask.

“As you know, your father and I are in desperate need of money for our family business. Suncorp Inc. has kindly offered a deal with us which involves you.” She smiles.

“What is this offer that involves me?” I ask knowing it’s not going to be good.

“Suncorp Inc. has offered paying off our debt and helping our business rise, only on one condition. You will be marrying his son next week.” She looks at me sceptically.

“WHAT! I’M ONLY EIGHTEEN MOTHER. I DO NOT WISH TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS OFFER, DECLINE IT NOW.” I shout.

PRESENT TIME

I haven’t spoken to my parents since they told me I had to marry Suncorp Inc.’s son. I can’t believe they would honestly accept his offer. This is child abuse, I say.

They had accepted his offer before speaking to me about it first. I feel as if my parents only want what’s best for them. It seems as if they don’t even care about what I have to say about this situation.

I will not marry this pathetic man. He’s 28 and I’m 18, 10 years different, no thanks. He’s probably some rich snobby, possessive man.

Mother showed me a picture of him, he was attractive but I knew he would of thought too highly of himself, which I strongly dislike. I want to marry a man who I truly love. This is not love, this is complete torture, and what did I do to deserve this nonsense.

I jump feeling something vibrate my bottom. I remember putting my phone into my back pocket. I pick up my phone not looking at the caller ID.

“Hello, Maria speaking.”

“Hi pumpkin.” An unknown voice says.

“Uh...May I ask who this might be?” I ask raising my eyebrows. I wonder how this person even got a hold of my number. My number is on private.

“Your future husband pumpkin. I’m coming over so better get going and make me food pumpkin.” He replies. I can tell that he is wearing a smirk on his face. Before I can say anything back he hangs up.

That stupid jerk. I groan and lock the door so he can't come in. If he thinks I'm going to be his personal maid he can rack off.

A few minutes have passed and there is a knock on the door. I don't even bother opening it, he can keep knocking all he wants, he is not going to step in this apartment ever.

"Open up Pumpkin, I know you're in there." He says still knocking on the door.

I still don't bother opening it. The knocking stops for a few minutes before the door bursts open. My mouth hanging wide open.

"You stupid jerk, you're paying for a new door." I scream at him stubbornly.

"You're coming to live with me today pumpkin, hurry and pack I'm in no mood for your rudeness."

"My rudeness? Your the one who just broke my door, you inconsiderate jerk." I slap his face. My face goes red not knowing were I got the courage to slap him.

Before I know it I'm pinned up against the wall.

"Don't you dare slap me, I will not tolerate your childish behaviours." His face dangerously close to mine.

"Next time you do something like that again, you will be punished. So god help me, you will be punished hard." He's breathing rapidly, showing that he's completely serious.

"Yo...Your hurting me." I wince.

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