𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞.

I abruptly woke up, hearing the ringtone of my phone. It was a call from grand mother. The phone had already stopped ringing by the time i took it. There was a text message sent by grandma. I was afraid to read her text, fearing it would be something that i wouldn't like.

When i read her text, I couldn't help but get shocked. The anxiety that i barely sent away returned to me once i read her text; it was my wedding date. I thought i would get a little more time but to think they are going to sell me today itself disguising me as a bride, i couldn't help but shiver. I sat down on the bed and gasped. My heart didn't settle down even after i tried to divert my attention by reading my favorite novel. Before i knew it, tears had already rolled down my cheeks.

It was noon. I had missed my breakfast by sleeping through this morning. I took a bag of cookies and munched on it slowly thinking about what should i do from now onwards. Thinking if i would be alive or not once i get married and so on. The mere thought of marrying that man sent shivers down my spine.

 Thinking i should stay alive, i took a bag and stuffed  few of my clothes and decided to escape before my aunt came to pick me up. I hurried. I opened the door and dashed outside only to get caught by aunt's daughter, Grace Everhart.

 She caught me by force with the help of her bodyguard and brought me to aunt. Aunt was so displeased because i tried to ran away. She looked at me like a criminal who did something that shouldn't be  forgiven. Her daughter, Grace was the sole reason that i ended up in such a situation where i could do nothing but to ran away if i wanted to live. 

 Aunt glared at me just like how a predator would do to its prey and yelled,

"How dare you run away, you bitch?"

She slapped me on my face before i could answer her. She didn't stop with that, she took a stick which she had already prepared in order to beat me to a pulp. I couldn't do anything, i was tied by a rope and I couldn't  speak anything while she was beating me, because my voice didn't raise. I squeezed my eyes tightly, tears rolling down. After a while, she stopped beating me. But i couldn't move an inch due to the pain. I felt like all my bones were crushed. 

I slowly opened my eyes. But i couldn't see anything since tears were blocking my vision. My eyes were bloodshot. I raised my head and looked straight at her.

"Why are you lookin at me like that, you bitch? Stop looking at me and go wash up, you can't get married to him while you are like this."

She yelled at me angrily.

"You need to get used to pain, do you even know what would your lovely husband would do to you ? ...If you can't even bear this, then you would better off be dead."

Saying that she walked out of the room, along with Grace. I looked at a nearby mirror and i could see red marks all over my body. Fresh blood was still oozing out of several wounds. I bandaged it myself enduring the pain. I barely managed to shower after all that, and soon after a servant delivered me, my wedding dress. I thought of my mother when i grazed against that white dress and tears welled up in my eyes once again.

 My make up was done by aunt who had no prior experience in putting on make up. She just applied whatever she saw in front of her, on my face with a grin. The thick make up covered the scars on my face and everything, but couldn't hide the dead expression on my face. There was no need to check in the mirror to see how i looked because ...i knew i would rather not look at my face, that would never smile again. Without any jewelries, only hanging on to an empty will; i opened the door that will ultimately leading to my doom.