Chapter 7:
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Wedding day
Two weeks later.
Mira's pov ....
The two weeks, went by in a blur of sorrow, despair anger and hate.
I walked around the school hallways morosely. I have been a shadow of my almost no e existent self.
This morning though, I woke up sporting a headache.
The events of the last two weeks finally catching up with me. Been thinking and thinking of ways to get out of this marriage, but short of running away from home.
Nothing else has come to mind.
I am awake, but decided to stay in bed, not wanting to move and make my situation worse. Maybe if I stay still and frozen long enough, I could finally dissappear.
Today is my wedding day and I couldn’t help the tears that squeezed out, the sides of my eyes as I lay on the bed, I’d really been sold out by my supposed parents at age of seventeen.
“Miraaa!!” I heard mother call from somewhere in the house but I didn’t budge. I wasn’t ready to face the day, not yet.
“Mira!” she called again, her voice sounding closer. I immediately wrapped myself tighter under the blanket and turned to the wall, squeezing my eyes shut, pretending for all I'm worth to still have asleep.
“Mira!” I heard her screech as she bust into the room unannounced.
“I’ve been calling your name all over the house” she said as she paced around impatiently.
“Why are you still in bed?” she asked, but I remained mute, not willing to entertain her with an answer.
She began dragging the blanket off my body.
“Wake up this instance, you have a wedding to be at” she demanded as she slap my back hard, in three quick successions.
It was painful and hard to ignore, so I grunted in pain and finally turned to face her, and hugged my knees again.
“ I don’t want to go, I don't want to get married.” I finally said.
She huffed angrily.
“Don’t you dare get any ideas in that head of yours Mira, you are to get married to Jeremy and that is final.”
“Not if I can help it” I muttered foolishly under my breath and this time the slap landed on my face.
My eyes watered from the sting.
“What are you going to do?”
“Run?” she asked almost enraged.
“Mr James ought not to be messed with Mira and I’m sure you can already tell.”she warned.
“Dad should’ve known not to mess with him then” I retorted, moving away, just out of her reach, in case she plans to hit me again.
“Mira, why are you being so difficult?”
She asked, but I couldn’t believe my ears. My supposed parents had sold me off like some cheap item at an auction yet she thinks, I am
being difficult !?
“You’re unbelievable.” I said hotly
She stopped fussing with the off-white dress on the vanity nearby and turned to face me again.
“You stupid, ungrateful child, so what of you're getting married now?
You're just less than three months away from adulthood.
You have been given a life time opportunity, one that probably never come around again.
Yet you're complaining.
Instead of grabbing it gratefully, you're acting up, well you've always lacked the brains to think for yourself.
This shouldn't be a surprise." She stayed in her usual angry tone.
Wow, just wow. I should be grateful.
I thought to myself.
“Acting up? You call this acting up??” I asked her in bewilderment. To be honest my boldness was shocking to me as well, but I guess it's okay, since I'm being sold today.
“Come on Mira, what else could it be?”
“Have you considered that this is child marriage and it is illegal?
And the fact that there’s a very thin line between you and so- called slave traders of old right now?” I asked
“Oh please, now you’re just being dramatic” she said with a roll of her eyes.
And while you're at it, explain to me what part of getting married to a billionaire’s son, depicts slavery?”she quizzed.
“She’s right, you know.” father added as he entered the room uninvited. I wanted to haul something at his head. He is the reason I am in this predicament in the first place.
“What?” I ask, and wondered how he could still show his face to me.
“Think of it critically. We’ll never have to worry about money again and you get to have something good happen to you” he said in a relaxed tone, like he was simply explaining why the earth wasn’t flat.
“You’ve got to be joking” I muttered.
“On the contrary, I’m not.
“I never thought you’d get married. Let alone to a family like the Harvey’s
“It’s something to celebrate over, at least you’d learn how to cook decent meals and remain in the kitchen because that’s the only place that suites you.” He stated.
To a normal person, these were harsh words that would’ve made them collapse but for someone like me, this was simply my reality so they didn’t hurt as much, as they should.
“Okay” mother said clasping her hands together.
“Let’s hurry on so you don’t get late to your own wedding.” I could see her trying to suppress her excitement.
“I got you this, she said carefully picking up the stupid dress and a jewelry box, then placing them carefully on the bed.
“Alrighty now, quickly go and tidy yourself up in the bathroom, put that on and have Zoe do something with that face of yours.”
She said, gesturing to my face like it was irritable, and she couldn’t begin to phantom how I’d ended up looking like that.
My birth givers left the room, shutting the door after them and leaving me to get ready.
I collapsed on the floor, unable to believe that this is what my life had turned to. I wanted to cry but the tears didn’t come, I opted for screaming but no sound left my throat, I just lay there feeling desolate.
There is obviously no way out of this and today is going to happen regardless of any stunt I think to try and pull.
I finally dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom.
With a sigh I admitted to myself, that it's Better to wrap it up as quickly as possible, than let the horrid day drag on and on.
- Writer
