The sound of scurrying resounded around the room as I look for those damn pens. Not only does dad has a bad choice of pens, he also have a bad timing in transferring his things. Aargh!

This is so frustrating, I tell ya.

Suddenly, my fingers touched something soft but rough in texture. I frowned as I pulled it out...another letter?!

What the heck?!

I checked it out to see its seal opened.

"To: Mr. Fernando Riley of the Riley's Shipping Company

From: Mr. Antonio Harrison of the Dominant Incorporation"

My jaw dropped wide as I read the letter.

"......the deal is accepted. The meeting dinner will be scheduled whenever you're ready. The two of them must meet as soon as possible so that the wedding will be scheduled sooner."

Wedding? What wedding? Did dad just....no he can't! No matter what happens he just can't! Even though they don't include me as a family, I know they won't just ship me off. Heck! I'm not even a ship myself! But...then what is this? Even though in my heart, I believe that they won't just get rid of me that fast. They just can't...

I notice tears falling from my chin and to the floor. How could they even do this to me? What have I done? Are they isolating me because I'm a dominant? Aren't I suppose to be loved?

Heaving a long deep breath, I composed myself; enough to open the damn door and confront my pathetic excuse of parents.

Stomping my way downstairs into the kitchen, I immediately throw the crumpled piece of letter to my father.

"What's that all about?!" I asked them angrily.

The look of confusion dissolves from my father's face as he looked down at the crumpled piece of paper. Recognition took over his features as his face paled instantly.

"Alexandrielle..." He started but I cut him off.

"What? It is a piece of shit proving that you're shipping me off?!" I said. My emotions can't be controlled now for tears have freely ran down to my cheeks. Hurt is an understatement at this moment. First off, they never included me as a family, they never even care if I am ok or not, did they even try to get to know me? To accept me even? No! I'm always the one who has to watch in the sideline; watching them being a family...a happy one while I just stood there; watching as my heart breaks into millions of pieces without even a chance of getting it back. I have endured them, letting them have their way, isolating myself; thinking that I just don't belong...that I'm not worth their love.

"Alexandrielle, we're not shipping you off-"

"Bullshit!" I immediately shouted at him. My voice echoed through the whole house as I couldn't control myself anymore. This is too much.

"Tell me, is arranging a marriage to your daughter to a total stranger called shipping off?" I asked them. Hurt...raw and painful is so clear through my voice. "Heck, you could've just told me so that I'm not hoping that someday everything will turn out to be better. That someday you would finally accept me, that you would finally include me to your family" I shook my head with a sad smile on my lips. "I never should've hoped. I never should've dwelled in my fantasy that someday you'd love me. Fuck, I hate myself for even dreaming of it. God I'm so stupid! Why am I even thinking that someday everything will change when you have made it clear to me in the first place that I could never be something to you..." I looked at them in the eyes and saw guilt in them. "Just a fucking heirachy where marrying me to a shit load of stranger to make more money"

As soon as I said that, I turned around and headed to my room. My steps feel like a sack of cement, so heavy that I feel like I could collapse anytime soon. My already broken heart is slowly fading, dissolving into nothingness; leaving me an empty unfillable void.

All hope is gone now.