His Angel

-Chapter 4-

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Warning ⚠️ inappropriate behaviour

Angelina Pov

The sound of rushing water made me perk up to try and find the source. I had been given premission by mother to do a little exploring. As I finally reached my destination I gently dipped my toes in the water, giggling at how ticklish it felt.

    But sadly my time exploring had come to an end when mother appeared through the trees.

     She gave me a scroll before saying,"God child what are you doing?"

    "It tickles mother look!" I yelled while giggling.

    "Angelina act your age for gods sake, your turning 18 tomorrow, and I won't have you acting like a damn child!" She replied angrily.

    I look down at my toes with a sorrowful expression, before quickly replying "Yes mother." with a quiet voice.

    "Good, now speaking of your birthday tomorrow you will be married to a fine gentleman. I'm hoping he will discipline you into being a fine young women because my methods so far sure haven't." She said with disgust.

    I got chills when she mentioned being disciplined again. Mother had various methods she would use on me including the storm cellar where she would lock me up and leave me in there for days on end without food or water.

   I didn't say anything back while following her to our little cottage. She kept on telling me about how wonderful my future husband would be, and that I had no say in the matter. I would be meeting him soon, right before lunch he would be joining us so we could get to know one another.

     As we arrived back to the cottage mother ordered me to clean the house, which intaled scrubbing the floors and countertops, as well as to cook lunch. As she said it was a good way to show off my skills. After finishing all my chores I made my way upstairs to my bedroom to get ready. It was my favourite place in the house where I could really be myself, I had blush pink painted walls along with a tiny single sized bed where my favourite tiny bear named patchy patch was along with my tiny blanky.

      I made my way to my rack of dresses, I only had 3 considering mother said I should be greatful for what I have and that I wasn't worth spending that much money on. I picked up my white vintage dress with mesh pattern on top and a silky type fabric underneath, the sleeves didn't include the silk fabric making them transparent. The front top part of the dress was scrunched together, along with a bow to tie it all up. I then tied my hair into a messy bun leaving my fly always out.

    Rushing down stairs when there's a knock on the door I slowly open it revealing an old looking man probably in his late 50s with grey hair, a pot belly and missing teeth. I let him in while looking behind him to see if he was with someone younger but no one was there.

     I quickly turn around to find the old man gazing at me with some kind of emotion that makes me shiver in a fearful way. I kindly ask him to follow me to the kitchen hoping that this isn't my future husband when I feel a smack to my bum. I turn around frightened, coming face to face with a crooked smile. Getting a bad feeling while looking at him I spin around fast, running to the kitchen, taking a seat, and waiting patiently for mother to join us.

     When she comes in she greets the old man cheerfully, "Harold, I glad you came and decided to get married to my daughter."

      "Why yes I see I have paid good money for her she is quite beautiful I must say." He said leering at me with dark eyes.

I quickly looked at my mother before saying, "Paid?" With a questioning voice.

"Yes! He paid lots of money for you to be his bride!" She said cheerfully.

I quickly looked done at my hands, wiggling my fingers not believing that my own mother sold me to a this heavy old man, who's staring at me intently. I don't look up, instead getting up to go serve us dinner, keeping my gaze downwards at my feet, I can still feel his eyes on me the entire time. Making me pick up my speed and bring everything out at a faster pace. He takes a seat right beside me before slowly placing his hand on my leg. I try to shove it off but he tightens his grip, surely leaving bruises in the form of his fingers on my thigh.

Dinner started and I was quite the entire time, singing songs in my head, while also wondering how patchy patch and blanky were doing upstairs. If they were having a better time than me who was stuck in this uncomfortable lunch, when I heard my name being called.

I came back to reality to here my mother say, "God child pay attention, anyway Angelina you shall go with Harold tomorrow back to his home where you will become his bride."

I look between my mother and Harold not believing what I'm hearing. I only turn 18 tomorrow and she's making me go away? I'm hurt that my mother would do such a thing to me. I slowly nod not knowing how to respond.

The rest of the evening I was trying to think of ways to avoid the inevitable. Harold soon after dinner left but not before leaning down and whispering in my ear, "I have so much planned for you." and smacking my bum again harder this time, adding on to the bruises I have received from him. I'm scared, confused and disgusted with Harold and my mother.

Turning around to find my mother behind me, she tells me to go upstairs and to be thankful that she didn't sell me to be a whore at a brothel, whatever that means. But it didn't sound like a place I would want to go, so I listened, hastily making my way to my bedroom.

I quickly climb on my bed grabbing patchy patch and my blanky, I cry. Feeling hopeless not knowing what to do. I stare at my wall, deep inthought when I finally decided what I'm going to do. I'm going to runaway.