Mela

Days passed by slowly, my wounds healed but as each day passes by, my anxiety increases knowing fully well that I am going to be married into a Mafia family that to at a young age. I'm just fucking 18 years old for crying out loud.

"Well, he doesn't care, does he?" My inner voice uttered in a faint voice.

"Yeah, I know he doesn't care so, I just have to do this for Riddi and mom."

"Yeah, right."

"Mel!!" I heard Ira's voice from outside my door as my eyes travelled to the door, the door swung open.

"Ira, what's up?" I asked her whilst faking a smile.

"Nothing Mel, I miss you." She stated with an elated voice while coming over to hug me.

"No, Ira don't hug me."

"C'mon bitch!!" She said with her brows a little furrowed and with a puppy eyes but, I gave her the expression that I know for sure clearly stated I don't want it.

"I'ma hug you whether you like it or not."

"My wounds ain't healed yet." I said lying.