TWENTY EIGHT

TWENTY EIGHT

CATHERINA

“You refused of course and told him to shove it” I asked no one in particular

They were all just staring at me like they had sent me to die and this was my funeral procession.

“You have to do this for your family” My papa said gruffly

This was probably the first time I had seen him not staring at me with anger or disdain or hatred. He had pity in his eyes and sadness.

“I am not going to marry Andres Cruz, papa” I cried out.

“It is settled; you have no say in the matter” my papa said, turning away from me.

“You did not hear me. I won’t marry the man and I do not care what say anyone has in it. I am not going to subject myself to such… I refuse to be like… mamma” I blurted.

“Catherina Elizabeth Salvador!” my mamma’s voice rang out.

I turned and fled for the second time in two days and from the same person. He had pushed me away the previous day like I was some whore that had forced myself on him and now he wanted to marry me? No, the damned man wanted to punish me