Married At The Wrong Price

Isaac was in his room, lying on his bed with his eyes open wide. He hugged his gray duvet tightly as he chewed on his bottom lip in nervousness. Sleep was not his friend tonight. The lights in the house were off due to the very heavy storm that just started to fall outside. The flashes of lightning were so bright that they lit up his room, and the roaring of the thunder made his breath hitch each time the mighty sound boomed. He could hear his parents arguing loudly, and his heart beat hard against his chest. He knew what was coming next. He knew his mother would throw something at his dad. It was how it went almost every single night. The last time they had argued, it was about him. He had to break up with a girl because of his dad. His dad liked the girl but did not like that she was not of a certain class. The girl Isaac had dated was considered a ‘commoner’; in the very words of his dad. His mom was okay with this but his dad was not; hence the thundering argument that they ha

Isaac’s eyes fluttered open as the light of the room he was in started to flood his dark world. He was now slipping out of unconsciousness and coming back to the real world. His vision was at first blurry and then after blinking a few times, it cleared. Where was he? His mind was a bit foggy but with each passing second, his memories were returning. He now remembered everything; the loud argument that his parents had, and his trying to intervene when it went too far. Isaac had almost died. He could still imagine how very afraid he felt. It was like he looked death in its eyes! He never wanted to feel that way again. And if that meant putting his foot down for the first time in years, then that was what he was going to do. He realized that he was laying on a bed in a room that looked like the hospital room that his grandmother from his mother's side used to be in when he was only nine. She was very ill; a disease that was too aggressive to let her see his tenth birthday which was

Isaac watched his mother leave him and his father alone in the living room. He walked towards one of the couches and sat down. He could feel his father’s eyes on him as he tried to make himself comfortable on the luxurious couch. “I see they fixed up your neck,” His father began as he stared at Isaac. His eyes were not looking the way they usually looked. Instead of seeing the hardness that he knew so well in them, Isaac saw compassion and guilt. “Don’t start,” He warned his father. “I’m not starting anything,” His father replied to him boldly as he crossed his legs. “I’m just stating what is obvious, and right now, that’s your neck.” Isaac was really being tested. He could feel his patience becoming thinner. If his father continued on this path of arrogance, he would certainly snap. “Why am I here? Why did you want to see me?” His father smiled faintly and ran his hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “I’m sorry for what happened last night. I was abusive and deserve to go to p

Isaac watched the look on the chancellor's face. He knew that the man was annoyed but had no choice but to answer any question thrown at him. “Mr. Ford…” Mr. Hart began after he released a sigh. “I don’t appreciate that our relationship is starting on the basis of money.” Isaac could not help but chuckle at the man’s response. Was he being serious? Whether he liked it or not, their relationship had already been cemented by money. By Ford money. “Now, I have arranged a tour of the campus and our facilities for you. I’m sure you would love to see where you would be going to school for the next couple of years.” Mr. Hart smiled warmly as he stared at the boy; he was proving to be trouble already and this was just the first day. “Okay,” Isaac replied as he put the phone back into his pocket. “One of our best students would be the one in charge of the tour,” Mr. Hart continued. “No,” Isaac stood to his feet and stared at the man. If his parents were literally paying almost a millio

Jessie tried her best to listen to her lecturer but she could not help feeling Isaac’s eyes on her. He kept looking at her and each time she looked back at him, he looked away. This made Jessie giggle. She felt like a teenager, and for a long time in her life, she was not overly obsessed about how she did in school, getting her family out of poverty, or the dark secret she had that gnawed at her every damn day. She felt seen. “Okay, class. That would be all for today. Make sure to read and prepare for your midterms which would be coming up pretty soon.” The lecturer spoke loudly so everyone in the class could hear her. The class was now over and everyone was trying to leave. Isaac stood up and folded his arms on his broad chest as he watched Jessie put her books, markers, and other things into her tote bag. She had a small smile on her face that Isaac liked looking at. He needed to find a way to spend more time with her. “Hey, pretty boy!” One of the students startled Isaac.