We are going to sign those damn papers

Peral 

This is crazy, no one dared to come and stop him from kissing me and now they're all staring at me as if I have sinned, is this for real, are they for real?

I turned my head to see Liam but he was ready to leave, he did not waste a single second, he really believed this man and did not even give me a chance to explain.

'What was I expecting from the man who was brought by none other than my father, it was right, he would choose someone just like me' Yeah right he would do exactly that.

Well if my explanation doesn't matter why bother giving one? I'll just play along and get rid of this broken family and either way she doesn't consider me responsible.

"My daughter's husband? When did you get married Peral?" She turned over asking me, her eyes burning with anger, she looked furious, I stared at my hands, taking my time, as this might make things different, I took a deep breath, weighing the words before speaking my mind.

"We-," I paused looking at my mother and felt the man's hands wrapped around my waist, and I felt disgusted but this was really my chance to make them taste and feel the pain.

"Uhm- I, we have been thinking about doing it" I spoke, and I know this will complicate things, and Father, he is yet to show his true colors after knowing it, I am sure he will be furious, and the moment he came back he stood in front of me and in a second his hard hand was on my face, he slapped me. 

I stared at him blankly holding my hand around my red burning cheek as tears fell down from my eyes, I tried to calm down and ask him why he did that to me. 

"You are a disgrace, I regret that you are my daughter," He replied, I couldn't believe what I just heard, did he say regret? I should be the one regretting being born in their family, I should be the one to regret not them, my brain clouded with the words I wanted to say, and before I could say anything I heard the voice, a strong voice asking report from my father.

He is no one to me, just a random man, but he is clearly standing up for me in front of my parents as if there is nothing else he can see but me, and no one ever did this to me.

Not a single person stood by my side and proved it to me, but this man I met just for a few minutes was fighting for me.

"You fucking slapped my wife?" He snapped grinding his teeth and walking close to him, I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes seeing the anger in his eyes, it was a clear sign he wouldn't stop and my father looked at him and then me, his eyes were filled with what looked like fear, "And in front of me?" He added clenching his fist tightly before he landed a hard hit on his face. 

"You fucking slapped my wife in front of me?" He kept repeating it again and again, hitting his face and then his stomach. I couldn't understand what was happening, he really was helping me, but he needed to stop, I could not let him become a murderer.

My mother looked at me with disgust, there was no way she was going to forgive me for this, right? I tried to pull him away but he was too strong. I hugged him, trying to calm him down but nothing worked. 

"Please he is my father," I screamed at him and only then he looked at me, he finally looked at me, leaving my father on the floor, his face covered with bruises and swollen eyes, and cupped my face in his bloody palms, my father's blood. 

"Are you okay?" He inquired quickly cupping and checking my face, I nodded my head looking at him blankly, and he pulled me close to him looking back at the ground, Mom was helping my father, and seeing his face it was clear if I hadn't stopped him, he would have killed my father, I tried to move away from him but he did not lose his grip not letting me go.

"No one can hurt you, not your father, not your mother, you hear me?" He spoke and I hummed to him "I will finish them!" He said, he was clear with every word, and I just listened to him like there was nothing and no one else in the room "Am I clear?" He asked me again, as if he was letting Mom and Father listen to him and I nodded in response. 

"You hurt your knuckles," I noticed the blood dripping from his hands and he smiled glancing at me.

"Are you worried about your husband?" He asked playfully and I stared at him, even after this he was playful

"Let's leave" I whisperedlooking at him, I no longer want to be here, I want to leave. He nodded and looked back at my parents and threw a card in front of Mom.

"Call me or sue me, I don't fucking care," He said and pulled me out of the room, holding my hands in his. 

We marched to the parking lot to his car, and the sudden nerve of something being wrong came running to me.

"Get in," I heard and he held the door open for me, I was reluctant but there was no one I could go to right now.

Kate and Mike are not rich enough for me to help with the pressure my father would use to make me regret the decision and go back to them, but he can do that, he looks rich, and seeing him care for me, was not hard to guess he would clearly help me.

'Let' be in his good books!' I convinced myself to walk towards the door and get in the car and noticed him quickly coming to the other side and settling in the driver's seat.

"Where are we going?" I ask, and he smiles gazing at me, and pulls my hands towards his lips placing a peck over my knuckles.

'Peral don't' The voice in my head warned me, once the butterflies started it was game over for me, I tried to take my hand away from him, but his grip tightened.

"We are going to sign those damn papers," He announced looking at me, and I stare at him blankly taking his words in.

"Wait what?" I just said that to piss my family off, I don't really mean what I said, I mean no I don't want to marry someone who kisses me without my consent. This is absurd is he in his right senses? I doubt that.

"No, No, No," I said pulling my hand away "I can't marry you, I won't marry you" I am serious I am not marrying him, his eyes changed it's color to black with anger, but this is not what I had in mind.

"You did not look reluctant in front of your mother" He reminded me, yes he is right, at that time I had to use him, but I- No I can not marry him.

I have no plans of getting married! But seeing me take so long to reply he pulled the handbrake stopping the car in the middle of the road. 

"What are you doing?" I ask, even when it was clear what he was trying to do and it was him being crazy.

"I won't start the car until you say yes to me," He replied locking the car, I looked around and there were people around screaming and cursing showing us the middle finger.

'No he can't be serious,' I can't believe this man, he looks old enough not to be playing with our lives as if we have tens of them.

"Tell me you are joking right now!" I looked at him, trying to remind him, that it would look good only if it was a joke, but the seriousness in his eyes was showing how wrong I was to think that way.

"Does it look like I joke?" He asked turning his face and gazing at me the horns started banging behind us, I looked back and the cars stood behind us, and it'll just be a matter of minutes until the cops come to rescue us and give us a ticket. 

"Please drive" I pleaded, but he was not listening to me, he was adamantly sitting on his seat gazing at me to say yes to him, do I really have to give up? Always?