Character Card

It’s eleven PM. Eleven freaking PM on what is supposedly our 'wedding night'. *I'm lying face down on this ridiculously soft mattress*, wearing a black teddy and matching panties, feet kicking in the air like some petulant child, phone practically glued to my ear. Anger? Yeah, simmering nicely. Fear? Don't even go there. Unheard? Story of my life. We were kids when they decided this little gem of an arranged marriage was our destiny. Kids! So what did sensible kids do? We hated each oth...