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Willow's POV

The time for my wedding is really near, a month and two weeks. I didn't celebrate my birthday, like every other year since three years ago. But I did something that benefit me. I used to celebrate my birthdays with my father ever since I turned ten. When I turned eleven, my mother was always out clubbing or drug dealing. She was a drug addict back in the days. Dad loved her, she loved the money more. I wouldn't be shocked to learn that she was the one who made dad a thief just so she could change her hair every single day. She never had a bad hair day as she changed her weaves like she changed her undergarments.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I still don't believe why my own mother would marry me off when I'm only eighteen and a week. I have not enjoyed my life yet, but I'm still going to be someone's trophy wife. My life sucks to the bone.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, dried myself off, put on my undergarment and went back to my bedroom. I left my hair as it was still damp from the shower. I sighed and walked to my closet. I picked my black long sleeved crop top and a black high waist jeans. I put on my red ankle boots. I took my bag and walked out of my room and headed downstairs with my hand messing my hair. I got to the kitchen and found a huge man on our fridge.

"Can I help you?" I asked and he turned to me with raised eyebrows. He looked me up and down before shaking his head and turning back to the fridge. He took the good polony and bit into it with his teeth. Gosh eww. I love that polony! I walked out of the house and to my car.

My sweet sweet precious pretty cute baby. I drive the black Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Sang Noir. It was a gift from my dad when I turned fifteen. And yes I know, with the money he stole.

I drive to the only place I get peace that everyone hate, the school. Our school is not far, fifteen minutes drive but nine to ten if you are ruthless. I arrived and found myself an empty spot. I parked and composed myself before walking to my classes.

History, the teacher was talking about the Paleo-Indians. Next class, chemistry. We were doing organic chemistry which I was ahead with so I had time to zone out and think about fun stuff like shooting someone or maybe robbing a bank. Maths, I had to focus so hard cause it hit me to the grave and back. Then lunch. Do you understand why I like school? Not because we are getting lectured hour in and hour out. Because I get to be free from my mother, free from Kimberley even though I see her all the time as she is in some of my classes, free from Steven. I get to do what I want when I'm here. I can bunk classes but then I would go and rob the bank for fun, then do what with the money? Throw it around. That's not wise.

There are new boys in school. They look hot but I wouldn't waste my time going after them. They look like fuck boys. As usual, the school whores were around them. Kimberley and her minions were there too. I go unnoticed since I am invisible but I'm not a nerd, I'm not popular, I wouldn't consider myself popular either. Let's just say I'm a normal school girl who likes to keep her things to herself. Even though I'm anything but normal.

After school, I was not ready to go home and face my awful family so I went for a drive. What if my 'future husband is ugly'? No one has ever seen him. No one knows him. Not even Google, I tried searching him online but never got an image. I walked to the small Spanish ice cream shop that I used to go to with dad.

Everyone turned to me when the bell made the stupid noise indicating another customer. I walked to the counter and looked at the old lady.

"Hola ¿puedo obtener savor a chocolate en una taza, por favor?" I said nicely and she nodded with a small smile on her lips. I don't mean to disrespect her but she had been in New York for all this time I have known her but can't speak English?

"Hello, can I get chocolates flavor in a cup please?"

"Enjoy," the lady said in her weak English pushing the ice cream towards me. I nodded and she left. I walked to the table and started eating my ice cream slowly in order to make the time go faster. If that's possible. I wish I could get home after dinner but when would I get time to write my homeworks. That's what I dread about each following day, homework that I can't finish either because I was tired or Kimberley annoyed my guts to hell.

I went to take another bite of my ice cream when a beggar sat in front of me. He was good looking even though he looked a little dirty. Me and you have different meaning of good looking so please don't judge me. He smiled at me showing his yellow teeth and I smiled back at him.

"You want?" I asked raising my cup and he shook his head.

"I don't eat chocolate," he replied and I looked at my cup before my eyes travelled towards him. And here I thought beggars can't be choosers.

"Okay," I said awkwardly and finished my ice cream. When I was about to stand up, the old lady came to my table with the last number ice cream. It was in a larger cup. She handed it to the guy who was sitting in front of me. I shrugged and went to pay before leaving the shop and went to my car. I drove my fast car so fuckung slow until I reached home by five in the evening. There were cars in our driveway. I had to park on the street.

I walked to the door and counted to five before opening the door. I walked in and all eyes turned to me. There were men in black everywhere. One was standing in front of Steven, one had a grip on Kimberley's wrist, one was standing in front of mom, two were sitting on the couch opposite to Steven and mom's while another two were standing on the door that leads to the kitchen. One was standing in front of the main door.

"Then she finally decides to show up," Steven said relief filling his voice. Mom also sighed in relief while the other guy let go of Kimberley's wrist.

"Where have you been?" Mom asked with her voice full of attitude and I crossed my arms over my chest in a challenging manner.

"I don't think I'm here to take a quiz," I stated and she scoffed before looking at Steven.

"Tell her," she said to Steven and I rolled my eyes.

"Uh yes. Willow my dear, you are getting married tomorrow."