Chapter 5 Another Day

It's been two weeks since I didn't work. I'm depressed, stressed, frustrated, and all the negativity. I can't imagine marrying a stranger. We just had a one-night stand. What the hell. Still, my brain won't agree with it, struggling, but doesn't have any choice. My room was a mess. I didn't even take a bath for three days, wearing the same clothes and disoriented. Anna has called me several times, yet it didn't bother me at all.

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Trying to reach out to Billy, needing her the most now as I dialed her number, "the person you have calling is not available." I sighed in dismay, knowing that she only cared when she had no one and dumped with that fucking guy. Someone to comfort her, take care of her, pick her whenever she could no longer handle her drunkenness. I was there as always, but now she's out of reach when I need her the most.

It was midday, feeling disturbed as I smelled my own. I realized nothing would change this stupid situation. I was trapped already, so I got up to fix, cleaned up my room, then took a bath. Refreshingly, the water was so cold, so good that it took me so long without noticing I didn't have my towel.

"Shit Hannah are you getting old?" I'm talking to myself as I come out of the bathroom.

"Hahh," I shouted, blushing as I went back quickly, shocked.

Ally was standing in front with a smirk on her face, enjoying as she was fascinated by the view.

"What the hell you're doing here?" I exclaimed as I frowned, hiding on the back door.

"God, Hannah, what's the point? I've seen it. Is anything I missed?" she asked me teasingly with lust based on how she looked at me from up to down a while ago.

"Yeahhh! What the fuck, Ally. Who the hell gives you the right to come here without my permission? And if you don't mind, hand me my towel? It's in the room, holly cow. What's your plan? Are you enjoying it? You want to join me here in the bathroom?" I said with a sarcastic tone as she continued to stand. Handling the towel to me, I took it to cover my body as I went out.

"What the hell you're doing here? After in my workplace, then now in my Condo? Don't worry because the marriage will go through, and running away would be the last thing in my mind. I won't dump you at our wedding. As if I have any choice right." My voice cracks as I utter.

Suddenly she approaches and hugs me tightly while I'm holding the towel that covers me. I don't know if I'm dreaming, but yes, she caressed me, feeling her chest on my hand. Does she love me? But how why? It can't be that fast, so what? Am I the only one who's against it? I feel like they all sabotage me, planning it all along. My tears fell as I slipped out of her embrace, looking at her in hatred.

"Are you happy now?" I said it as if I was going to sob but controlling.

"Oh, come on, Hannah, it's just a paper, but we're not. Do you understand what I mean? We can do whatever we want, we don't need to complicate things, and there's no need to be tied to each other. I'm not that bad as you think. Besides, I'm even doing you a favor. I know why you need to marry me. Even at first, I tried to convince my father, but He never listened. Only my brother matters to him and doesn't care about my feelings. Perhaps mom would help me if she were here," seriously speaking.

"Yeah, I can't be tied up to you. I'm in love with somebody else," I mumble frankly.

"Does what you want, then I'll do the same, so stop being stagy, Brat girl, "she said with a bit of sarcasm.

"Get dressed. We need to go somewhere," obeying Ally even against my will, knowing I wouldn't enjoy it regardless.

Ally was driving her own 2016 Buick Cascada in black. She is even more decadent, so maybe that's why my parents didn't hesitate to arrange my marriage to her. What the fucked because of money, so pissed off. If not because of Dad, I won't do this over my dead body.

We're on the way wherever she's planning to take me. I look away from the window. There are lots of things running in my mind. Can I do this? For god sake, how could I live my whole life with a stranger? All the revelations in my life have not yet sunk into my brain.

"Hey, Hannah, Are you ok?" She asked as she faced the road she was going on.

She tapped my left leg as she said, "Babe, you'll be all right," turning to stare at me.

Did I hear it right? Did she call me babe? What's on with her mind? My will struggled with annoyance as she called me that. Yes, I can say she's perfect, but love is different. It's not about appearance or something. It's a strange feeling, the happiness whenever you're with the person you adore as the butterfly starts to fly, falling in love unconditionally and unexplainable. This marriage is beyond that. We just had sex, that's all. Unfortunately, I don't know what to do anymore. I'm helpless. These, my parents, want and will make them happy—nevertheless, an obligation to implement.

"Don't worry, Hannah, and you'll be safe with me. I'm not a bad person, and even we're married, I won't make you do things against your will, so don't be sad. You make me feel bad," feeling guilty, I was not the only one trapped but also her, following her Dad like me.

I just realized she has a point, not wanting this either. What kind of father is that only cares about his son. I'm still lucky. On the contrary, Dad didn't mistreat me. He made me feel all the love on earth, always giving his emotional support, guidance, and protection.

[Ally Point of View]

It's not hidden from me that she loves someone, but I can't help but get upset every time I see her miserable. I didn't expect Hannah to notice me, but I wanted to be her friend as the beginning and foundation of our marriage. Regardless of anything, we need to make things work out. It's too early to say that I'm in love with her, but one thing is for sure I have liked her since at the bar.