Chapter 26: Burying someone alive.

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Chapter 24: Burying someone alive.

I signed in exasperation as I buried my face into the palm of my hands. “For the last time Aman we can’t bury the guy alive.”

Aman spluttered in shock. “Why not? I have a shovel.” Sal stared at Aman as if he had grown a second head and Ethan was trying to figure out if Aman was kidding or serious.

“Aman the guy didn’t do anything wrong.” I said trying to explain to him as calmly as I could.

Aman jumped out of his seat. He was standing in the middle of Starbucks yelling at me for being an idiot. “Are you mentally retarded the guy is breaking you and Ethan up. Plus he is like 25 years old trying to get it on with an 18 year old. Talk about pervert.” People around the coffee shop just stared at us with their mouths gaped open.

Sal tugged Aman shirt towards hissing at him. “Aman sit your ass down. This aint know Hollywood movie.”

“More like Bollywood.” I muttered under my breath. After ten minutes of Sal trying to explain to Aman that he couldn’t just go around killing people without ending up in Jail, Aman finally calmed down, but he kept on arguing how he could run to Mexico if the police came after him and changed his name to Pablo.

“Why don’t me and Aman buy some more coffee while you two ladies actually come up with a logical plan.” Ethan suggested as he started dragging Aman towards the counter.

It was silent for a while. Me and Sal just drank our cups of coffee. Then after a while Sal finally spitted the question she had been dying on asking.  “Are you sure you want to do this?” Sal asked.

I finally switched my eyes away from my coffee to stare at her in shock. “What do you mean? Of course I want to do this.” Sal looked at me for a while debating on whether or not she should say what she was thinking, but after another dreadful silence Sal finally got the courage to speak up.

“Look Naina, I want you to be happy. I want you to be happy with Ethan and live that fairytale life that you deserve, but Naina this is real life. Look me and you both know if you break this engagement t and go off and live with Ethan your dad will disowned you. Then what would you do if you and Ethan end up breaking up two months later? Look I am not trying to be the bad guy, but Naina you and Ethan are in the first stages of a relationship. The honeymoon phase. Both you and Ethan are too “in love” to see your guys faults, but what happens when you guys are over that honeymoon phase and start getting annoyed of each other. Look Naina some high school relationships don’t last forever, and chances are you and Ethan can break up. It’s a possibility. Then what happens when you don’t have a family or a boyfriend to lean on and you end up alone?”

Everything that had came out of Sal’s mouth was right. Everything she was saying was a possibility, the questions she was asking me was the same questions I have been asking myself since the night Ethan came to my house.  I have had at least two days to wrap my head around of all the drama that was occurring in my life, and it wasn’t until this morning to where I had finally decided what I wanted to do.

“Sal the thing is that saying no to this engagement isn’t just for me and Ethan to end up together. It’s a chance for me to be happy, and maybe me and Ethan aren’t meant together. Maybe we love each other now and break up later, but that doesn’t mean I will never find love. I will find someone and I will marry them. I want to live my life. I don’t want my parents controlling every aspect of my life. If I say yes to this engagement then I am basically signing myself to slavery, and I don’t think I am ready to give up my freedom just yet. As for Ethan and me I am going to do everything in my power to make this relationship work.” I told her.

“Naina, I just want the best for you and you to be happy.” She told me.

“I know.” I whisper.  Then Ethan and Aman came back after our heart to heart moment and sat next to us. Ethan wrapped his arms around me pulling me towards his warm body. I snuggled my head against his chest.

“Do you guys know what we are going to do?” He asked softly as he tucked the strands of my hair behind my ear.

“I’ve got a plan.” I muttered into his chest as he kissed me on the top of my head.

“I love you guys and all, but if you guys are going to act all lovey dovey I am going to throw up on Sal’s face.” Aman said as he stuffed his blueberry muffin in his mouth.

***

There was no turning back now. I was going to do it and I wasn’t going to be a coward about it. I wasn’t going to run the other direction. I was going to stand up to my parents and hopefully they would understand.

I walked into the living room seeing my father discussing to Ranveer about what he should after mines and his wedding. I tried my hardest not to gage from their discussion.

I made sure all of my family members had left the house with my mom to find my engagement outfit. It was now or never. It was just me, Ranveer, and my dad. I took a deep breath and stood in front of my father and Ranveer. My dad eyes lit up when he saw me and it crushed me to know he would hate me forever and only look at me with disgust after I told him about me and Ethan.

“Naina! I am so glad you are here we were just discussing where you guys should live in the future-…”  I cut him off before he could talk any more.

“Dad I need to talk to you ALONE.” I said sternly. My father stared at me in shock that I used a tone like that with him. Ranveer slowly got up getting the hint that he was not wanted, but then my dad grabbed him by the hand pulling him back.

“Whatever you say you can say it in front of Ranveer.” My father deadpanned.  I swallowed in a breath trying to gain the courage for the next words I was going to say.

“I want to break off this engagement.” I tried to remain calm throughout this whole process, but my body was shaking endlessly.

“Excuse me!” My father yelled as he got up from his seat towering above me.  I gulped inwardly.

“I- don’t-wa-nt to…..get married.” I stuttered.

“Naina go to your room now!” He order giving me a chance to retreat and pretend this never happen, and I was going to turn around, but then the words I told Sal kept on replying in the back of my head.

Slave.

Was I really ready to give up my life and suffer for the rest of it. “No.” I decided. “No Papa. I don’t want to get married.” I said confidently.

My father looked taken back from my response. “What is wrong with you Naina?” He questioned. It was now time to tell him the truth.

“I am in love with someone else.” I stated.

My father’s face turned multiple shades of red filled with anger. “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!” He shouted from the top of his lungs.

“I. am. In. love. With. Ethan. Meyers.”  I said emphasizing each of my words. I expected my dad to yell more, but what he did surprised both me and him. Never in my eighteen years of my life has my father raised a hand on me, but today that would change.

My father slapped me across my face, and I could feel the sting of his hand print on my cheeks. I stared at him and shock as my eyes became blurred with my tears spreading across them. My own father had hit me.

“You would hit your own daughter?” I questioned in disbelief.

“You stop being my daughter after you decided to have an affair with a boy.” Those words stung my chest. It was as if someone took a knife and shoved it down my heart. I didn’t even have time to react because my father was dragging me out of the room.  My father had thrown me on to my bed while he grabbed a bag and started stuffing my clothes with it.

“Papa- what are you doing?” I asked.

“Don’t call me papa ever again.”  He couldn’t even look at me. He just continued to stuff my clothes into the bag. It was as if everything happened so fast. I didn’t even have time to react because the next thing I knew I was thrown out of my own house with the door slammed into my face.

The last thing my father said was “Don’t ever come here or show your face to me ever again. You are dead to me.”

My own father had buried his own daughter alive.

***

I rang the doorbell five times and after the fifth rang Ethan finally open the door. My face was puffed up from me crying for the last twenty minutes. My hair was worse than a clown, and my eyes had mascara running down them.

“Naina what happen?” He asked filled with concern. I didn’t reply instead I just ran into his arms crying into his chest.

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