I knocked the door and it open. My mom stood there looking at me with not just a stern look... Maybe stewing could be the best way to describe how angry she was.
" Get down and make breakfast, don't forget your suitor would be here in an hour", Mom said.
" But mom, I don't want to get married, I'm just too young, your allowing dad to take control over you, please, don't do this to me", I said pleading but all fell on deaf years. There was no other way I was going to marry a man I didn't even know. I stood up from my bed and looked at my bruised self and tears rolled out, the wounds hurt.
I knew that if someone would talk some sense to mom, she couldn't have done this, bit her child because of love.
" Yvonne, don't let me call you again get down here", mom said yelling from downstairs.
" I'm coming", I said putting on my night gown as I rushed downstairs.
" I've already set dinner, go get dressed, remember'Mommy loves you'".
" Love you say, what an irony!", I said walking out of the cuisine.
" Yvonne, come back here", mom said but I ignored her.
I got to my room and opened my cabinet and saw a black gown, the one I had worn for my prom, when I was extremely beautiful. But now dad had divorced mom and mom feels depressed. All she has to do is to sell me, her precious jewel for money