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Chapter 2

I took in a deep breath.

"Fuck you both," I said very slowly, " I am not. Repeat. Am NOT. Getting married."

And with that said, I went to my room, being very careful to slam the door extremely hard.
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How could. They do. This. To me?!?!

Honestly, if they hate me THAT much, they could have just waited another 2 years, and I'd be long gone. Then look. we'd both be happy. But no, they want to get rid of me NOW, and only they get to be happy. Well, story of my life.

You probably expect me to be crying my eyes out right now. But...I'm not. Because 1. I learned a long time ago that those salty little things we called tears, will never make someone happy, and 2. I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED!

Knock knock knock

"Tilly, let me in."

It was my mom.

Wow. Really? Tell me I'm being shipped off to God knows where to marry some fat old man or whatever, and now you expect me to be civil. Not happenening.

"Talesia Lynette Latrach, let me IN!" she sounded mad now. Mission accomplished.

I need to calm down, and this woman I call- correction: used to call- mom, ISNT helping. And then I spotted my guitar case. Lightbulb! I walked over to it and pulled out my one prized possesion: my Martin 000-ECHF Belleza Bianca Acoustic Guitar that my parents got me when I was 14. I have no clue HOW they managed to afford it considering it's like 4 months rent, but I never asked.

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I began playing a song I wrote myself, while my mom continued to pound on my door. I played and sang very loudly, anything to drone her out. I can't stand her voice. To think, I've always wanted her to make an effort to talk to me, her daughter, but now that she does, I hate it and want it to stop. But you can't blame me.

This is pretty much how the next 2 minutes went:

(Singing)

The clock keeps ticking by

Memories of my life

More pounding on the door.

Are racing through my head

My heart

Pound.

My words.

Are you listening?

Can you Pound here me?

Did you know that the first time I saw you

I fell for you so deeply

How can somone Pound like you

Do this to me?

I fell into your Pound trap

So innocently

Baby

(done singing. and i wrote that.)

Pound. "If you don't" Pound. Oooh, it's my dad now. "let us in" pound "now" pound "i swear to god" pound "i will unscew your hinges" pound "and let myself in" POUND.

Ooh, sounds fun!

"You do that, pa! Just don't hurt yourself. Actually, do hurt yourself!" I yelled right back.

Silence.

Akward...silence.

Footsteps...

Stop.

Somethings opening.

My door is making noise. What? And then I notice. A screw to my bottom door hinge is, in fact, moving.

Oooohhhhh shi.....

I jump up, put my guitar in it's case and open the window as the bottom hinge becomes undone. Crap, losing time.

I grab my iPod and phone and shove them in my purse. Only one screw to go. Nervous. Eh.

I drop my guitar out of the window and onto the fire escape right outside. I barely hop through the window with my purse as the top hinge comes loose and my door starts moving. Once on the escape, I grab my guitar and quickly make my way down the rickedy steps.

"TALESIA!" I hear my dad scream when I reach the alley below. I look up and what do you know? My dad has his chubby head hanging out of the window looking straight at me.

I simply smirk and quicken my pace down the street. For about 2 minutes I'm walking heading to my friend Aliya's place, when I run into my brother and a group of his friends.

"Tilly, qué usted está haciendo? What are you doing?" he asked, looking confused.

"Not getting married." I turned to his friends.

"How many of you knew about this?" I asked.

They all looked at the floor. Go figure, no one cares to tell me.

My brother spoke. "Tilly, all of us in the gang know. Didn't pa explain anything to you?"

I smirked. "No, I basically said "F you" and jumped out my window."

Some of the guys started laughing. I'm being forced to marry some guy, who I will not marry by the way, and they're laughing.

Im pissed. "You know what?" I said, looking at the laughing guys. "I don't find this very funny. I mean, if you think this is just fine and dandy," I said looking at Oscar, one of my brother's closest, and cockiest friends, "then you can marry the guy. I mean, you obviously think you're the best thing since sliced bread, so I'm sure he'll love everything about you, now won't he?"