Chapter 13
Episode 13
pt 2 I at age 18 was forced to marry cruel Men who were exactly like My Father the Colonel I was beaten and cheated on...but I had to endure ..karma would get even with every of them
The air in Portland was thick with the scent of salt and something else, something metallic and sharp that I couldn't quite place. It clung to my skin, a constant reminder of the grime and desperation that seemed to permeate the city. My parents, their faces contorted with a familiar rage, had deposited me at this… establishment. An all-girls school. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow. My mother, her eyes hollowed by drink and resentment, had spat the words, "You'll learn discipline here, girl. Maybe it'll knock some sense into that stubborn head of yours. Maybe they can teach you how to be a proper woman, unlike the disgrace you've become."
Disgrace. The word echoed in the sterile hallways, bounced off the polished floors, and settled in the pit of my stomach like a stone. I was a disgrace because I refused to be like them. Because I wouldn't stoop to their level of deceit and cruelty. Because I had the audacity to see the truth and, in my youthful naivete, believed others would too. Oh, how wrong I was.
Vlad. Even then, in the suffocating silence of my new prison, he was there. A whisper in the wind, a shadow at the edge of my vision. He didn't speak, not in words I could hear with my ears, but his presence was a steady anchor in the storm. He was the crimson petals unfurling in the desolate landscape of my life, a promise of beauty in the midst of decay.
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