Page 112 of Darkest Deception

Trapped.

Everything is slipping out of my grip.

And I am sitting here being controlled by one of my parents. Again.

I decided I was going to change, didn’t I? I was moving in the right direction, but now I am right back to square one.

The dim lighting of the private room weighs heavy on my eyes, the murmurs of the sales assistant and my mother bounce off the shiny walls. The small hum of the air conditioner ringing in my ears doesn’t help either. It’s making me feel dizzy.

I blink, trying to rid the fuzziness from my brain, but it doesn’t work.

“Mum,” I whisper, shaking my head, but she doesn’t listen.

I slept with my stalker.

Helia.

He didn’t tell me.

My marriage is being arranged without my consent.

“What size do you think he may be, Ambrose?”

This isn’t right.

“Do you think he will suit this?”

“Where is your mind these days?”

“Don’t worry about her. She didn’t get a good sleep last night. You can package this one for us.”

My ears start to ring.

I want to scream. I want to cry. I want nothing to do with anything.

I don’t want the company.

I don’t want the money. The clothes.

Nothing.

Please.

I just want peace. Silence.

Please.

“Excuse me.” My throat scratches. I get up from the sofa and walk out of the room and out of the shop.

I take the driver with me and go right home, into my bedroom once more.

What do I do?

Another wave of dizziness hits me.

That’s when it hits me that I didn’t eat all day yesterday, nor today, and it’s already four in the afternoon. As I am about to turn to go to the living room, a loud thud makes my ears perk up.

He’s here.

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