I had this idea a while ago in social studies. Idk what the setting's year is though. (Sorry if you wrote something like this, I had this idea a WHILE ago, just never posted it.) 8D Enjoy!
I looked out the window, my eyes adjusting poorly to the dim light. The darkness engulfed my room, so I figured I'd just sneak out tonight. I threw on some black skinny jeans and a navy blue shirt, with a pair of black converse. I grabbed my iPhone and opened the window's latch. Shoving the iPhone securely in my pocket, I crawled out the window, landing clumsily on the grass below. I brushed myself off, standing up. I started walking in London's darkness, going into the bright city.
I chewed my lip as I watched clubs open up. I was 16, so...I'm not allowed yet, not saying it wasn't tempting to go there and dance till my feet hurt. Shaking my head at my silliness, I walked over to a candy shop. I looked at the displays, my mouth watering. I walked deeper, where the lights were dimmer and less people were at. I knew it was at least 1.That's when I felt someone grab me from behind.
"Dude," I spewed, "Hands off!" I could hear an evil-sounding chuckle. I flipped around, slapping the guy with all my might. I realized it was my crazy, stalker ex. I scrambled up, my feet echoing eerily as the people entered bars. Darn, I thought sadly, nobody to hear me scream. The guy dived at me, sending me flying. I hit my head on something hard, and gingerly I placed my hand were the acute pain was. I pressed hard, and pulled my hand back so my eyes could expect if there was any blood. And there was. A lot. I could feel the stickiness on my hand, and it seeping onto the ground.
He grabbed my chin, making me face him. There was a menacing smile on his lips. I spat on him angrily. His face turned into shock as he slapped me. I gasped, coughing. I heard a faint sound of tires screeching, then my ex muttering,
"Oh shoot."
That's when the car stopped beside him, and a guy came out, followed by a larger looking one. The creepy-ex's eyes widened as he looked at the guys who were staring at him with disgust.
"Are you beating up a...Girl? That's low, dude." The one guy said, but I couldn't see anything. My vision got dotty, and the unbearable pain increased. That's when the guy backed up, and ran off. The two remaining guys hoisted me up and gently set me in the back of their car. But I was too incoherent to realize anything.
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I woke up, not remembering of my head pain, and sat up. I felt another presence in the room, and scrambled out of the bed I was lying in. It was comfy and welcoming. The room was elegant, painted a light shade of blue. The carpet was a plushy white. It was a huge room, like a rich preppy-snob would have. A guy emerged, looking at me with amusement.
"All better after being fixed up and in a coma for five days?" he asked, smirking. I grimaced as I remembered what happened clearly.
"W-who are y-you?!" I stuttered.
"Matthew at your service," he said bowing. I stuttered some more,
"W-why am I here?!" he sighed heavily, as if I was being annoying. As if!
"Because I saved you, and now my parents need me to find a girl to marry, so wah-lah, it's you." I snorted, getting my common sense back.
"And what if I say no to marrying you?"
"You wouldn't want to find out," he threatened, his lips in a tight line. I laughed again, rolling my eyes.
"How will I get my stuff from home?" I said, emphasizing 'home.' He jerked his thumb to the closet, a smirk across his face.
"Already taken care of." I stomped over to my closet angrily, throwing open the doors . Sure enough, MY suitcases were in there. I quickly unzipped them, and gasped. All MY clothes were in them. I flipped around, a whole new set of anger in me.
"HOW DID YOU GET THESE!?!" I shrieked. His hands were in the air for surrender. "You're parents, they agreed to the marriage. It was going to happen anyway." My eyes were staring daggers as he sat on the couch that was in the room. "It was going to happen anyway? What does that MEAN?!"
"It was an arranged marriage. But then you got into trouble so now I'm just marrying you now."
"Okay," I said, sarcasm dripping off each syllable, "Get the hell out of my room." This time, he snorted.
"It's not just your room. This is MY house." That's when I grabbed the lamp and chucked it at his head. He dodged it clumsily.
"OUT!" I screamed. He stumbled up, running out the door, and slamming it.
"Dinner's at 6!" he sang.
"Crap," I muttered to myself, curling up into a ball. He won't screw MY life. I will escape. Nobody will stop me, even if he is going to try to marry me.
Tell me whatcha think. xD Sorry for mistakes, didn't read it over.
