Rebecca's POV

My dad called me to his office, at first I was scared cause I didn't know what I did, that's if I did anything wrong.

I reached his office door taking a deep breath before knocking

"Get in"

I heard his deep husky voice, I slowly walked in, he was in a good mood today, I wondered why.

" Rebecca" he called my name so smoothly, he has never done that " come pour me a glass of wine dear"

Dear??, what's wrong with my father, why is he being all sweet to me. I walked over to him, taking the glass of red wine on the table and pouring it in the glass cup next to the wine and gave it to him.

" Guess who's getting married?" he asked with a wide smile on his face. I was confused, was he getting married again?, I wouldn't be surprised if he does, he doesn't like my mom anyways.

" I don't know father" I said been honest

" You silly" he said " you'll be getting married next month, you will finally be out of our lives" he said not caring how his words hurts.

" What?" I shouted without knowing it. " Are you raising your voice at me ?" he shouted back

" No sir" I said with my head bent staring at nothing but the floor.

My dad hits me all the time, he takes on any little chance he sees to hit me, so I dare not talk back at him, cause no one even my mom could save me from the hands of my father, he has my life planned out for me and all I can do is obey his command.

" Go get ready, you are going shopping with your mom". I stood there still staring at the floor trying to understand what's going on, my dad stood up to leave but I had to ask.

" Father, whom am I getting married to? " I asked trying to hold back tears

" And who is asking?, the person you get married to is none of your business now, what you need to do now is, go get dress and go for shopping with your mom"

"Father, can I at least know whom am getting married to, please father" I said with my head up avoiding eye contact with him

"I don't remember asking you if you gat any questions to ask me, but you choose to disrespect me" he said as he walked up to me and pulled my hair " I don't want to give bruise to the only beautiful thing you have, so shut the hell and do as you're told, stupid thing" he spat out, leaving my hair with force with landed me on the floor and stormed out.

it hurts, his words it hurts but I won't give him that satisfaction he wants. I stood up only to see my mom looking at me with pitiful and teary eyes.

Has she been there all along?, what hurts the most was that my mom or my elder brother can't stand up for me, I don't blame them though, how can they stand up for me when they can't stand up for themselves

I walked over to her staring at her, I still had a little hope, hoping she would pull me into her arms and hug me, telling me it's alright, but no, she stood still like she was a sculpture,looking at everything thing apart from my face. I wanted to cry, I wanted to cry so loud, but to who, I needed my mom. I ran to my room shutting the door behind me as i lay on my bed an cried my heart out.

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I woke up the next day staring at my ceiling lost in my own confusion. I'm just 18 years old and im being forced to marry, will I still be able to go to school?. I had things I wanted to do before marriage but now I can't. I felt tears building up in my eyes threatening to fall out if I ever blink. " Rebecca come downstairs breakfast is ready" my brother Steven shouted.

I wiped the threatening tears from my eyes and walked to the bathroom to go wash my face and headed downstairs

Everyone was eating when I entered the dinning room, I scanned the room and the only empty chair was the one beside my father. Fuck. I walked over taking my seat as I served myself.

The dinning room was quite as everyone was minding their food, and I loved it, but my brother had to ruin it.

" Father is Rebecca really getting married? "

"Yes she is". he said still eating

" But honey she's only 18" my mom said, is she trying to stand up for me?

'so?, she will get married some day, there's nothing wrong if she get married now" he said trying to cut the meat in his his plate.

my mom didn't say anything thing after that, she went back to the quiet, obedience lovely wife i know

" Father, can we know who she's getting married to? "

" Devon Wilder "

Everyone stop eating immediately they heard that name

" Devon Wilder? " my brother asked almost shouting .

My dad stopped eating but his head was still down " do you have a problem with it? " he asked as he looked up giving steven death stare.

" No Father". he said almost with a shakey voice as he went back to eating quietly.

My father kept eating, I looked at my mom, I keep hoping she would do something, say something but she kept quite, she's always quite. i do ask myself if I'm really her daughter.

I had lost my appetite to eat but had to keep eating to avoid my father's temper, but if no one can speak up for me i have to do it myself. " Father i dont want to get married" i said that not caring if he will hit me right away, i just have to talk.

My father threw his spoon on the table making everyone flinch as he took a deep breath and rested his back on the chair " what did you just say? "

I hesitated before specking, trying to hide my fear as I spoke " Father, I don't know this man, what he is like, and the reporters view of him is vee terrible, Father I heard he kills people, is that the man you really want me to spend the rest of my days with? " I said amist tears

" I dont really care" my heart broke when i heard that, he said it without any emotion.

" Father"

" shut that damn hoe of yours if you don't want me to shut it" he shouted he stood up to leave " oh one more thing, we are meeting with the Wilder's in two days, and make sure you fix that attitude of yours, and give out a nice first impression, if anything should go wrong, I will make sure you never see the light again, understood?"

" Yes father"

He hissed at me then left, I squeeze my hands on my laps, i was angry, i looked up at his back leaving the dining room and wished he could just die.

I looked over to my mom and found her crying, I didn't know what to feel at that moment, i wanted to hug her, but if she cant be there for me, i won't be there for her. I stood up and left.