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Anger. Rage. My mind couldn't think straight. My vision blurred, what the actual flying fuck.
"Being married to Lorenzo is one of the worst things possible on this earth. What the actual fuck?" I seethed, narrowing my eyes at my father who sat directly opposite me. I've only been home for five singular minutes and my future has been handed to me on a plate.

"Oh please Adrianna, what do you expect? Who else would you want to marry?" Amidio raises his eyebrow. Anyone but fucking Lorenzo that's for fucking sure. "Definitely not him papá, you haven't even asked me. I'm meant to be your daughter and you do this behind my back?" I stand up, all I could see was red. This wasn't fucking normal and anyone would know that.

And suddenly, it all clicks. I was stupid to not realise this sooner. His intimate touches, him always being where I was, every minor little detail all fit into the puzzle I made in my head.

This was the plan all along.

"How could you?" I sneer, I couldn't even look my own father in the eyes, my own blood I couldn't look at. "You fucking knew about this, and you only decided to tell me now?" I exclaim, if anger wasn't evident in my voice a couple of seconds prior, it fucking was now.

Guilt is clear in his eyes, but his pride sticks with him. "You can not blame me mija, I'm doing what's best for you and our family." He stands up, no doubt to show that he's not backing down and he won't change his mind no matter what profanities I shout at him.

My shoulders slump, and in this moment I realise no matter what title I have in this family, it won't matter to any person here. I turn around, obviously not wanting to be here. My arms reach for my coat that I tossed on the couch minutes prior to this whole ordeal and put it on, the atmosphere carrying both awkwardness and anger. Yet neither of us said a word. He knew I wasn't happy with his decision, and I knew he wouldn't change his mind.

And with that, I left the house.

♠

A burning sensation slipped down my throat. The taste of pure vodka wasn't my favourite, but in this situation, nothing could've been better. I knew alcohol wasn't the correct way out of situations and didn't necessarily help anything, but for now all I wanted to feel was freedom. Considering the life I will be living in approximately four months, I want to make the best of single life.

"Another one?" The bartender asks, concern written in his voice. It's almost like he felt pity for me, and god knew how much I hated when people got involved in my emotions and especially when they even tried to sympathise with me. I nod, the blazing lights playing a part in the massive headache, alongside the vodka. But did that stop me? Not at all.

Another shot gets poured in front of me and the bartender looks at me, worry evident in his gaze. I take the shot glass with my shaking hands, my head spinning. This is an absolute joke. I down the shot, met with the familiar burning sensation. In my 18 years of life, I only got semi-drunk once, and that was when I was 15 funnily enough. Back then, I didn't have to carry such heavy duties on my shoulders, life was simple; listen to mamá and papá and make sure my older brother doesn't do anything stupid.

"I think that's enough now." The bartender, who's name I gathered was Kai from his name tag, interrupts my calm mood. "What the fuck do you mean enough? Are you my father?" I raise an eyebrow, well attempt to anyway. I reach for the vodka bottle that he was pouring my shots with, however since my body reflexes were slowing down due to the intoxicating liquid in my system, I was too slow. God dammit.