《Midnight》Feb 3rd, 1:04 am
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| Her
Hey, stranger?
I need to talk to you.
Hmm. A little...
He umm...
He came back...
With both the girls in tow...
He saw me eating...
And he got angry...
No, he um...
He threw the food at one of the girls...
It was hot! Like really, really hot.
I'm sure her chest is badly burnt.
😐
I froze...
Can you believe that?
I?
I froze?
The girl who refuses to take sh*t from anyone.
And I f*cking froze!
No! I shouldn't have, I should've just slapped the sh*t out of him, for the way he'd been acting the entire night and the way he hurt that girl.
Like bro wtf please have respect for the girl you just f*cked mere minutes ago.
He uhhh
He grabbed my arm and dragged me
out of there, like in front of everyone,
can you believe that no one stepped in?
Not when he hurt that girl, not when he literally dragged me out of there!
Like seriously!
Cowards!
He threw me in his car... and drove,
I swear I thought I was going to die
with the speed he was going on...
No
Yes
No
Uhhh
Like, yes I'm away from him
But no, I'm not at home.
Also I don't think I'm safe either...
No, he drove me to this motel...
It was like, on the other side of the town, located in a very, very shady area.
Calm down. Please.
I'm not at the motel anymore.
I called my dad, and for once in this
damned life, he picked up.
Anyways,
He sent some of his men to get me out of there...
Umm, first of all, I don't even think of that place as my home, I think I never have...
It's just some place where I've been living, waiting for the day I'm old enough to move out and get my own place.
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Anyways, none of that matters anymore,
I'm on my way to the airport.
I'm being punished, yayyyy!
As usual, my dad thinks that this entire ordeal was my fault, that I'd been at fault somehow, maybe I gave him some hints or indicated something.
Well, that's my father to you lol
Anyways, now he's decided that I'm
going to Italy with him...
You don't understand stranger, you don't know the dynamics of the rich, at all.
He's going to either marry me off immediately or promise my hand in marriage to someone. For business. In exchange of a big profit or merger. He's going to use me as an asset, something that's for sale...
And the guy would easily be at least 10 years my senior.
That's just the way of things here stranger...
Son's are the heirs, the ones who carry on your legacy. Daughters on the other hand...
We're just assets, sold to the highest bidder...
That's the world of the rich.
The ugly truth.
People want to be rich, but they don't understand that we're trapped here, they don't understand that we want an out from all of this mess.
All they see is the money and the extravagant life. They don't see us suffer every day in silence...
Don't be.
What are you apologetic for?
I always knew this would happen one day, just not this soon.
Can you do something for me tho?
Just a small favour, please?
💫
Can you pray for me?
Pray that I get married to someone who's
not abusive or a cheater?
Even if he would never love me, pray that he'd never hurt me either...
Please?
Don't pity me stranger, please just don't.
It's a request...
I've got to go now, just reached the airport...
Father's waiting inside the private jet, I suppose.
Don't care about me so much...
👀
We're friends?
Wow.
I didn't know that 👀
When did that happen 👀
😒
Hahahaha
Another thing stranger,
I don't want you to worry so much, just forget about me, you'll probably never hear from me again if I do get married there...
I don't want you to dwell on me so much.
Just remember me as this awesome girl and your most favourite person ever 🫣
Goodbye Stranger ❤️
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