13 April 2012
Chap 1
"Demi, you need to pick at least one!" Ma told me, concern flooding her eyes. I looked at the 3 pictures that sat before me. I hate arranged marriages. Travis Pierce looked very troubled, like he was cursed. Mike Sim looked very needy, like he forgot how to be a man, and Vincent Boyle looked like a boil. Plump and red, the one thing people hate.
"Ma, I don't want I get married! I wanna stay single my entire life, I don't want to stay at home feeding some douche!" I complain, imagine how it would be to marry Boyle. Disturbing. "Demeter, please don't give me a hard time! I made the same choice as you, I wanted to stay single! I wish every night that I didn't meet Elliot, didn't fall for his blue eyes!" she complains back. I was stung by the comment. "Ma, if you didn't meet Daddy, I wouldn't have been born. You regret having me, don't you?" I had changed the track if this conversation. "Hon, I'm not going to lie to you, you were an unplanned baby," Now she killed me.
I grab my keys and slam the door shut, walking away from Ma. I was a mistake. That's why she wanted to get me married, she wanted to get rid of me, just like how she killed daddy. I was 12 at the time, and I had the flu. I ran down the kitchen, I craved ice cream. Dad was slouched with a news paper in hand. "Dad, how's today cartoon?" "Demi, get out of here! Mommy is dangerous..." he mumbled, I thought it was one of his jokes. I kiss him on the cheek saying "oh daddy!" That was the last time I kissed the man.
I drove to Winona's Diner, feeling the need to buy a beer and cheese burger. I sat down on the cold hard seat, waiting for the waitress. "Good evening love, and what would you like?" She had a comforting Indian accent, it was deep but still girly. She has dark brown eyes, short lashes, but long wavy thick hair. Her skin was tan but she had a slim figure. I couldn't lay my eyes of her. "You.. I mean, a cheese burger and beer," She smiled sweetly and gave me a piece of paper.
Im all yours 6864768879 Rita
Sweet.
Mistake • Opuss № I