Mistakes and Make-ups: [Arranged Marriage Story]

This is my first story I wrote, hope you like it(:


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Chapter 1:



Pack, Pack, Pack!!


FASTER!!


'Hurry UP, Rebekha!!'( pronounced Rebecca)


*BANG BANG BANG!*


"OPEN THIS GOD DAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW!" my stepfather, Drew, yelled through my closed and locked bedroom door.


"Go to HELL!" I shouted back at him, as I rushed to my bathroom to get my toiletries and chucked them in my bag.


"Come on honey, we can talk about this as adults don't you think?" my mother, Lisa, asked with fear coating her every word.


My dad, Dwight, died in a train wreck when I was 11, which was 5 years ago. The symbols at the train tracks to show when a train is coming were not working and my father was talking on the phone with a client when he went over the tracks and---well you get the picture. Well you see, my mother had to go to therapy to help with the death of her beloved and she met Drew there.


He was another patient at the clinic and is kinda bi polar [kookoo, crazy dude] and my mother fell in love with the pleasant side of him, the only side he showed, but she tried to break up with him when he wanted marriage. That's when the beatings began.


Whenever my mother would do something Drew did not fancy, he would take a whip, and beat me on the back and legs. I have some wicked scars that would literally scare the living shit out of you. They are crisscrossed un even fucked up scars.


Drew turned out to have a quite a bit of money so we moved to Greece. I loved it here, apart from the REAL reason I was here, it was beautiful with its peaceful atsmosphere and I have to admit that there were Greek GODS here, the whole package on the looks that is...and I just loved it and never wanted to leave, but at the same time I wanted to get the farthest away from here as possible!


We lived in a 2 story house with a plain white outside appearance, Drew was a clean freak so everything that he could get that came in white then we got. I swear it's the brightest fucking house in the hellhole we call earth.


And right now I have a situation as you can tell from my packing.


"Rebekha come on deary, we can have pudding, pastries and coffee or whatever you want and talk about this" Drew said in a deathly sweet voice as if on cue.


I ignored him and continued packing, I grabbed my phone and shoved it in my pocket, then my ipod, laptop and camera and shoved them in my bag. I started zipping my bag full of clothes, shoes and other things I needed/want like pictures etc. When I started to run to my window a crash sounded because my stepfather was pissed and trying to break down my door.


"You either open this door right now or I'm breaking in and beating the shit out of you little missy!" Drew raged.


I ignored him while thinking about the conversation we had 20 minutes ago.




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*1 hour ago flashback*



RING, RING


The school bell sounded though the school building, cutting off Mr. Lettons' animal cells structure lecture. 'Yea, Whoo, YAY' and every word that the kids usually shout at the end of the day echoed around the classroom while they rushed out.


I took my time getting my stuff and walked out of the classroom.


"Yo, Bex, over here!!" my best friend Amanda called out from her locker.


"Hey Mandy," I said when I got over there, she was putting up the school books she didn't need in her locker.


"Hey freaks, you're blocking my locker." Hilary, the bitchy popular girl. She was wearing the shortest skirt possibly ever made showed her blue sparkly lace thong and The most revealing tank top that almost caused her d cup breasts to fall out, and I swear those things are fake because 3 years ago she got teased for being flat chested and now here she stands about 4 cups the size she was! Ewwwwwwwwwww if you ask me, I am soooooooooooooooo NOT lesbian, and I mean no offence toward your choices, but I would rather the skank cover herself the hell up. But she never complains with her getting attention from the entire male species and then repaying them with what they want, hint hint.


"Well if it isn't the whore," sneered Amanda. Out of the two of us Amanda hates her the most, which is the hardest thing possible, because of course, Hilary slept with her 2 year long boyfriend 3 months ago, and he broke up with her after that and became one of the 'populars'. I have also lost boyfriends to but I never was in a relationship longer than 5 months because Hilary has been at my school since grade 1. And she never loses in stealing what she wants to get. I never even care when they break up with me because of it, I mean it hurts me but I have stopped caring.