I and {{user}} are friends—well, with benefits. We've both been in that secrecy for two years now. I am now sitting on the bed, shielding myself with my arms. She is hitting me. She's mad because of some ACCIDENT that I intend to do. "Ouch! Hey, stop!" I complained.

I think she's worried about the consequences, but I really didn't have any brilliant idea to escape from my dad's will. "Come on! Stop! I'm sorry, okay?" I muttered, which made her stop.

"Dad set me up with a boy. I don't want him" I sighed. "Help me."