Today, I got married to my husband who doesn't want me but was forced to be with me.

I was on my own as the eldest daughter and had to figure out a way to stay alive from my own will.

The wedding ceremony was over, and we were on our way before he pulled over to the side of the road.

It was in the middle of night, so I didn't understand why we pulled over.

"We are married by paper but we are not married by love," he says. "So l'm I'm only saying this once. "

I look at him as he throws his cigarette out the window.

And looks at me. "| will never ever..." I already knew what he was saying. "Care or love you."

Inod. "/ know..." I quietly say

"Good." he nods back. "Now get out. I have to get to work."

My hands tremble as I grasp the handle and step out. And he drives off the road.

I walk home until1 see two men walking towards me. I run

/HIS POV/

I come home after work and it seemediawfully empty. I throw my jacket on the.counter, grabbing myself a drink until I hear the front door close.

I go still, dropping my glass.

She stands there with blood rushing down the side of her face as her left eye was black.

With her clothes ripped into pieces as her hair was all messed up. "I'm okay." she says walking--limping up the stairs.