DON'T MAKE A NOISE

PAULA

I have adjusted myself to get used to my reality because crying and being mad all the time will not solve all my problems. I have accepted everything that comes my way, but one thing I am failing to understand is how I got into this mess.

It has been two weeks since my birthday and the engagement. I last spoke to Sergio on that day because the moment I went back to the house, my mother wanted to speak to me in private. At first, I thought she wanted to congratulate me on the engagement she had planned to happen, but she only wanted to be rude to me.

“Are you in a relationship with your bodyguard, Paula? Is that where you were when no one couldn’t reach you, but only when we texted him to find you, he knew exactly where to,”

“So what if we are, then what?” I argued.

“Don’t back chat with me, young girl. We are in all of this because of you,”

“Me? How is that so?”

“You were born; that is why! Now, you are going to pay for that,”

“What? Mom, that is a mean thing to ever say