I was only 18,
still a girl in many ways. Still scared of the dark. and now....a bride, but not by choice. .
My step mother force me into it. After died,she married my father. He passed away when I was 16, and from that on I became her burden. I cleaned cooked washed and obeyad. And when I turned 18, she told me I was getting married "be thankful", said "he is rich you will never go hungry", I didn't know his name until two days before the wedding. I didn't see his face until the night before. And on our wedding night. I wanted to cry but the tears were stuck.
He singhed loudly and turned away
" I'll sleep on the sofa " He said " but tomorrow, you better behave like a wife"
And just like hand, he lay down far from me and switch off the light I didn't sleep that night I stared,at the ceiling ,my hands clutching the fabric of my wedding dress.i felt cold ,empty like something had been stolen from my childhood, my freedom my voice. his name was zayan, he was 29 a successful businessman my stepmother said he wanted a " simple, obedient, village girl" who would not question him that's why she give him me. He didn't touch me Not on the first night, not on the second night,not for a whole week but he didn't talk to me either he came home late, ate silently, and sleep one the sofa, sometime he would glance at me with tired Eyes, but never with warmth. I felt invisible. And yet, I was expected to serve him cooked for him, wash his clothes, clean the house ,be a wife but I didn't feel like a wife I felt like a Prisoner. on night I was cleaning the kitchen when I accidentally dropped a glass. It shattered on the floor, cutting my finger. I gasped and blood started dripping ,I tried to hide it ,I was used to hiding pain. But he walked in just then he saw the blood came forward me. ..