Unexpected Expectations

My expectations were simple for Life. But those expectations changed when I was taken...
Now...
I don't know what to Expect...
Except to do what someone else wishes.

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7. Another Voice

Great! I'm going to be shoved down the aisle and marry someone I don't know anything about. This isn't arranged at all! It's forced. I have to think though. What's he like? Is he actually good looking? Maybe even.. Wait! What am I saying?! He's probably a psycho that tortures girls so they'll marry him. That's quite a strange theory...
The buzzing died and a trembling spoke.

 

Hello?

 

It was a different voice, still a boy. Definitely younger though. I guess that's a good sign. I think...
"Hi?" I awkwardly said. Why am I replying! Seriously! That thought just then shot through my head. Too late...

 

Are you okay?

 

He's joking right? I'm tied to a chair against my will with a dim light bulb and strangers telling me who I'm going to marry! Do you think I'm okay?
"Umm... Not really!" I sounded like a stubborn child. But I'm hardly surprised, I am being held hostage at my own will. Wait! Who has been held hostage at their own will? That defeats the point of the word hostage.

 

I'm so sorry about this.

 

Wait? What? Now confusion was the only thing going through my mind, that and theories on why I'm here.
But why is hes sorry? Was he the one abducted me? Unless... He's the reason I was stolen away.
"Why are you sorry?" I didn't know what else to say. It's not like I felt sympathy, I was the one tied up, taken from the town I knew inside out.

 

Because...

 

The hesitation was slightly comforting, that maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he was sorry. Or he could be putting it on and he's a good liar.

 

My father wants me to marry, and I didn't know what to do. He asked me over and over again about the perfect girl for me, and my description met you. Pale, dark eyes, red and black hair, pink lips...

 

He trailed off a bit then. It was true, I was pale, very pale. My eyes were dark, like a deep shade of brown, but a ring of almost gold looped around the pupil. My hair was red, by choice, same for the black. Hair dye. As for my lips, I didn't really know what my lips looked like. I thought they looked like any other pair of lips. But I guess not then. One question kept twirling around my mind though.
"Why do your father want you to marry?" Shallow and shot breaths shook through the speaker, almost as if he was scared.

 

He wants me to a child, but he is religious. So he wants me to have a wife first. I'm sorry.

 

I was silent. A child? I'm expected to carry his child too?... What is this all about?

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