Semua Bab CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH MR. CRIPPLED (His Jewel, Her Diamond: Bab 1 - Bab 7

My eyes water as the fire spreads; I gasp and puff, trying to focus my eyes on the chaos in front of me. The road is not so full of people, so there is no one really here to help, and the passerby just takes out their phone to video. A groan leaves my throat as I push my body up into a sitting position and then drag myself fully up. I stagger to the burning car; smoke emits, wafting through my nose down my throat. I crackle through a cough, my breath hangs as I palm my nose in an attempt to stop the smoke from going deeper into my lungs. The car is shut; the airbag bursted as the man behind the wheel slumps over it, hot crimson liquid dropping over his forehead. “Sir, sir, are you okay?” I cough out, banging the door. He raises his head slightly, turning around to face me before groaning. “I can’t feel my legs,” he croaks out before slumping back, losing consciousness again. I wiggle the handle, but it’s locked. The smoke coming from the front of the car increases, a

What!!! What the heck are they talking about? Getting married? To whom? Why? When? “How can I get married when I haven't brought anyone to you guys yet?” I play pretend, refusing to believe any word they say. I know they hate me, but this is just so much. I mean, what did I ever do to deserve this? “Do you need to bring someone to us, huh?” Mum sneers, raking her eyes over my body like I am the dirt beneath her feet. “Like someone will ever willingly want anything to do with you.” Annie chips in, using her palms to cover her nose. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, wanting nothing more than the group to open up and swallow me. I don't smell; they are just trying to hurt me. I know this, yet my eyes still burn with tears. “I don't smell.” My voice makes everything worse as I sound so unsure of my words. “Yeah, right!” Shane snorts, rolling his lips between his fingers. Shane is the oldest and only chimes in when I am being mocked or abused, while Dwayne also stays

“What!!” I gasps, tears flodding my cheeks. “Please, take everything away not school please.” I plead, clasping my palms together as tears rolls down my cheeks. If he takes that from me I can't graduate, and that means I would forever be useless, and worthless. He leaps over sinking his fingers into my hair, and tugs hard, “Shut your trap or you won't like what follows.” he barks, eyes burning as he glares at me. I yelp the tears refusing to stop as I nod my repeatedly, “Yes Rom–” the words barely left my before he pushes my head, causing me to bang my head on the glass mirror. “Ahhh!!” I cry out, my hand flies up to touch the wounded skin. Thick liquid trickles down my forehead, running down as it mixes with my tears. “Don't you ever use that disgusting lips of yours to call my name. I am master to you, nothing else, understand?” he growls, his chest heaving. “Yes master.” I whimper, pressing myself closer to the door in an attempt to stay far away from him.