Chapter Two... A Life She Didn't Want
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*Carly POV*
Ugh.. today was not going to be a good
day. My mom wanted me to meet up with the man she wanted me to marry. I met him a few times, but I didn't have any feelings
for him at all. There was no spark or anything. I just wanted to be loved and cherished by someone who loved me for me.
Craig was a very powerful and cruel man.
He liked things a certain way and he always belittled me whenever he had the chance. He wanted me to be a certain way and I didn't like it one bit. He was always trying
to change me into something that I wasn't.
I tried talking to my mom and explaining
this to her, but she had slapped me that
day. She told me how ungrateful I was and how I wasn't appreciative that she was trying to make sure I was taken care of for the rest of my life. She said so many hurtful things that in the end she did what she
does best. She guilt-tripped me into being with him.
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I was twenty-two and yes, I still lived with my mom. I know. I know. Don't give me that look. I am still trying to figure my life out. She had been a good mom for most of my life, but when my dad left us behind for another woman, my mom changed. She turned mean and always tried to push me towards things I didn't want, thinking that she was doing what was best for me, but what she failed to realize was the best
thing for me was to have my mom back.
The one I grew up with, not this new
version of her. She would say hurtful
things and mess with my mind so that I would do what she wanted.
I still didn't understand why she was so adamant about me being with Craig. She knew I couldn't stand him. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* "Carly dear, you better be awake honey. You have to meet Craig in one hour. You know he doesn't like it when your late." she says sternly through the door.
I just groan in frustration and get out of
bed. I walk to the door and open it. My
mom is there with a look of disappointment on her face. "Oh Carly, I wish you would get on board with this. It is for the best." I just forced a smile and she rushed in to help
me.
By the time we were done, I called a cab
and rushed to meet Craig at the restaurant. When the cab pulled up in front of the restaurant, I noticed that Craig was standing outside waiting. He looked angry.
I paid for the cab and hurriedly walked toward Craig.
"You're late." he gritted out. "I'm s-sorry, I
was trying to get ready," I whispered softly. "You must have not finished then, because you look terrible. What a joke. Are you trying to embarrass me?" he sneered out with disgust. He grabbed my arm harshly and dragged me inside.
"Y-you're h-hurting my arm, please let go."
I whimpered painfully. "Let me clear something up about me Carly," he said dangerously low as he leaned close to my ear and then tightened his grip on my arm again. I felt tears form in my eyes. "I do not take orders from anyone, especially not someone as lowly as you. Once we are married, I will show you just exactly your place. You will never escape me, Carly. I have lots of plans for you. Come, let's go eat." he was smiling evilly and I suddenly realized that I was in way over my head. Just what the fûck did my mom get me
into?
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After dinner, he drove me home and once
we got to the front of my house, I reached for the door to get out. Without warning, I was pulled back harshly and collided with his chest. He wrapped his fist around my hair and leaned down to kiss me. I tried to pull away but he growled angrily, then bit
my lip hard. I yelped in pain and he took
that opportunity to thrust his tongue in my mouth. Once he was done, he raised his hand and I flinched in fear. He just chuckles darkly and runs his knuckles down my face.
"I will come by tomorrow evening to pick
you up. I suggest you be ready and
dressed appropriately this time. Otherwise, you won't like the consequences." he says with a deep dominant voice. I gulped inwardly and nodded. "Okay, Craig," I said cautiously.
He released my hair and pushed me away.
I got out of the car and he sped away. I was so shaken up from tonight's ordeal. My lip was throbbing painfully, so when I went to rub them, blood smeared on my fingers.
I blinked a few times looking at my fingers
in shock. I felt uneasiness and unexpected anger fill me. That bâstard made me bleed. What the fûck? I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists as I stormed inside the house.
My mom was sitting on the couch reading
a book when I came inside and slammed
the door. "Carly Elizabeth! Why are you slamming my door? I taught you better than that!" she shrieked angrily. "Sorry, Mom," I mumbled. "So how was your evening?"
she says excitedly.
I looked up and I knew that she spotted the blood on my face. She frowned slightly but then shook her head. "Carly, why do you have to make things worse than they have to be?" she says with disappointment.
I inhaled sharply and before I could control my mouth I let her have it. "I made things worse? Are you fûcking insane? HE hurt me, Mom. HE bit me and made me bleed. HE grabbed my arm and dragged me inside
the restaurant. HE is a cruel man and after everything that happened tonight. I refuse
to marry him." I screamed out angrily.
My mom got up and before I realized what she was going to do, my face swung to the side harshly. The pain that erupted on my cheek made me cry out painfully. "HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME! I AM YOUR MOTHER AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME!" she screamed in my face.
I held my cheek as tears streamed down
my face. She growls in frustration and pinches the bridge of her nose. "Carly,
listen, sweetheart, Craig wouldn't hurt you,
if you just behaved. He isn't as bad as you make him out to be." my mom said defeated. I just shook my head and turned away, then started to walk toward my room. "No, he's worse. He is a fûcking monster." I said sternly.
My mom screamed out again with frustration and she must have thrown something because I heard something crash to the ground. I didn't give a fûck at the moment. She was at fault for my
misery and I refused to let her manipulate me any longer.
I walked into my room and slammed the door shut then locked it. I crashed onto my bed and covered up with my comforter I cried myself to sleep. I just wanted someone to love me and treat me right.
Was that so dâmned hard?
Was there even anyone out there for me?
Would I ever find my happy ending?
I closed my eyes and let the darkness consume me until the morning.
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