The Marriage News!
1087 Words
***JASMINE'S POV***
I was so focused on Sean that I didn't even hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. But then, I heard a voice.
"Jasmine?" my mom called, sounding concerned. "What's going on?"
I turned to look at her, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. I didn't have to face Sean alone.
"Nothing, Mom," I lied, forcing a smile.
Sean was a bully, and he had been targeting me ever since I'd rejected him. He would trip me in the hallways, steal my books, and make fun of me in class. I was miserable, and I didn't know how to make it stop. I had tried to tell my teachers, but they just told me to ignore him. But it was getting harder and harder to do that.
I left with my mom, we got into the car and she broke the news to me.
"What?!" I exclaimed, my heart sinking. "You're getting married?!"
"It's not what you think, sweetie," my mom replied, her eyes focusing on the road ahead. "I promise, I'll explain everything when we get home."
I sat back in my seat, my mind racing. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mom was about to make a huge mistake, and I had to stop her. But how?
When we got home, my mom led me to the living room and sat me down on the couch. She took a deep breath, and then began to speak. My mum told me about how she has agreed to get married to her boyfriend and that we would be moving into his house.
"I know you're worried, but I'm not just doing this on a whim. I've known my boyfriend for a while now, and we've been talking about this for a long time. I know it's sudden, but it's what's best for us."
"But how can you be sure?" I asked, my heart sinking. "You've only known him for a few weeks. That's not nearly enough time to know if you should marry someone."
"I know it seems sudden," my mom said. "But it just feels right. I would be going to the court of law tomorrow, for our legal marriage. You don't need to go with me, you can stay at home till I come back"
The next day, I sat at home, alone, my stomach in knots. I couldn't believe my mom was actually going through with this. I paced around the house, unable to sit still. What if she was making a huge mistake? What if she was marrying the wrong person?
Hours passed, and then I heard the front door open. I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen next. And then, my mom came into the living room. She was alone.
"What happened?" I asked, unable to hide my trepidation.
"It's not what you think," she said, her voice sounding tired. "I'm just stressed out from today's routine. I'm done with the legal marriage, I now have a husband and you now have a stepfather.
My mom sat me down and told me how she had gone through with it. She had gotten married, and I was now going to have to live with a complete stranger. I was in shock. I had so many questions, but I couldn't find the words to ask them. All I could do was sit there, numb and silent.
I tried to process what was happening, but it was impossible. I felt like my life was out of control, and I didn't know how to make it right again. I pretended to my mother that I am okay with her new marriage, I couldn't hurt her feelings. I asked her to at least tell me about my biological father because I deserved to know but my mother waved it off, she didn't want to talk about the past.
"Mom, please," I pleaded with her. "I need to know who my father is. I need to know where I came from."
But my mom just shook her head. "I can't talk about that right now," she replied, her voice tense. "It's too painful for me."
I felt my heart sink. I knew that my mom had been through a lot, but I couldn't help but feel like she was being selfish. I needed to know the truth about my past, and she was refusing to tell me.
"I know this is a lot to take in," my mom said, her voice filled with sympathy. "But we need to get you ready for the move. We need to pack up your things and get you ready for this big change."
I nodded, even though I didn't want to. I felt like I was being dragged into something I didn't want, and I had no choice in the matter. My mom was making all the decisions, and I was just along for the ride. But I knew I had to make the best of it.
"Start packing your stuffs, we need to be ready to move. I'm going for grocery shopping, keep the house tidy " Mum ordered.
As my mom headed out the door, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. I knew I had to start packing up my things, but I had no idea where to begin. I stood in the middle of my room, feeling paralyzed by the enormity of the task ahead of me. Finally, I took a deep breath and started with my closet. I pulled out my clothes, one by one, and folded them into neat piles. I tried to lose myself in the mundane task, to distract myself from the reality of the situation. But it was no use. I couldn't stop thinking about what was to come.
I kept on packing for hours, at a point I felt tired and I decided to rest up a little when I got a text from an unknown number.
"This is sean. Please give me a chance to make you mine and i promise that you won't regret it." It thus read.
I just hissed and kept my phone aside. I was too busy to be bothered by him, but then I got another text from him.
"Reply me, stop acting like a hard girl. You'll enjoy being mine, I can assure you of that. I love you." It thus read.
"You're a bit too forward for my taste."
"Don't ever text me again!" I typed and sent back to him.
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