Marriage imposed

Salam aleykoum...

My name is leyla i'm 17 years old i'm malian -colombian, i live with my father, my stepmother and her 2 daughters.

Physically I am of average height, I have rather beautiful form I take it from my mother. I have the intense black eyes, my hair it is black as coal and curly it arrives to me in the middle of the back.

My family

My father: kais malien pdg of a luxury car company

My mother: alya from colombia she was a doctor but she died 2 years ago in a car accident it completely devastated me she was my everything my best I told her everything when she died I made a depression of 6 months so much it hurt me

My mother-in-law: Kamila from Algeria, well, she's a full-time witch. She doesn't do anything with her life except spend all my father's money.

In fact she was my mother's best friend, she was always at home, when my mother died she was always there to comfort me and one day she told my father that as she was widowed he could marry her so she could take better care of me. At first dad refused because he said he loved mom too much to remarry but I begged him and then he gave in. But I'm so sorry I said that... Since she married my father she makes my life hell she hits me and insults me basically I'm her pain brimstone and if I tell my father she starts crying and saying that I don't love him and that I make him miserable when he's not there and he believes her I think she's bewitched this witch.

My half-sisters: Aya is 18 and in her final year. She's a real witch like mother like daughter. She's been giving me such a hard time ever since she came to live with me. And Sali 16, she's in second year, she's the only one I've spotted in this house, she's super nice to me, she's not at all like her mother and sister, I think she was switched at birth mdrr. These are Kamila's daughters from her first marriage. Their father is Malian.

My bestie

Lyse: 17, American/Malian, she's my second, the sister I never had. she's in the same class as me.

I think I've come full circle...

I'm going to tell you my story of how she ruined my life by trampling it with her louboutins....

Salam Aleykoum

I'm going to tell you my story, which began in the second semester of my senior year...

It was January. I get up at 6 a.m. like every other day, I pick up, brush my teeth, wash and put on my uniform. I have class at 7.30 a.m. I go down to the dining room where Sali is, she gives me a hug and then we sit down at the table and start eating.

Me: Where's the witch?

Sali: The big one or the little one?

Me: the small one

Sali: she's asleep, she's got class at 9 today

Me: mdrrr OK.

We talk about everything and then when we finish the driver takes us to school. I look at the time: 7.15 a.m. It's early! Usually I'm always late. I go straight up to get Lyse. She's always early, this girl, so I go upstairs and see her sitting in class with her phone and headphones, I sit down next to her, she gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and then she says

Lyse: little

Me: mdrrr stop dreaming

She looks at the clock and looks at me strangely

Me: why are you looking at me like that?

Lyse: for once you're on time and you're even early I'm too shocked

Me: Lyse, stop lying, I'm always on time!

Lyse: you dirty liar you've never been on time

Me: mdrrr not abuse brief you listen to what?

She: my husband

Me: since when do you have a husband and you sing too?

She looks at me too badly and says

She: leyla how many husbands do I have?

Me: ah I don't know there are many

She: no really

Me: ahh I know koita

She spreads her eyes, gives me a big pat on the back of the head and starts laughing.

(Koita is one of the dumbest guys in our class, he pushes too hard and gets on everyone's nerves)

Elle: eh mon dieu commence tu ma pas respecté tes sérieux koita mdrrr je parle de Justin

Me: mdrrr lyse tes malade, le gars il sais mm que tu existe

Lyse: gratuitous jealousy.

We talk about everything and nothing, then the bell rings and we start the class. I'll skip the class, it wasn't too interesting, so I finish at 3pm, the driver takes me home, there's no one there, which is weird, usually there's always someone around at this time. So I go to my room, catch up on my prayers, then watch a movie on my computer.... 4:30 pm I have to go to my acting class. since I was a little girl I've been taking acting classes and also music, singing and so on... so I wash up and put on my clothes.

I do a bun, pick up my bag and go out

I make a bun, I take my bag and I go out. I get off, there's still no one there. Anyway, the driver picks me up 10 minutes later and I'm there. Nearly everyone's there.

The teacher: hello everyone, I wanted to inform you that following a painting I've decided to change some of the characters in the play: Leyla you go from Juliet to Alice, Elsa you become Juliet, Benoît you become Romeo and finally Amir you go from Romeo to a singing tree.

Me: but how do I become Alice

Amir: and my tree

Benoit: that sings

Teacher: I'm sorry, but it's your classmates who have come to complain that you're always the one in the lead.

Amir: but because we're the best, well I'm the best

( alalala what modesty)

Me: no, but seriously, you put Elsa in my place, the chick can't even remember two sentences, and you give her the lead role, and I do Alice, no, but Alice has three sentences in the play.

The teacher: it's your classmates' decision, sorry, but that's the way it is.

Me: pfff

I go and sit at the back of the room and watch Elsa massacre the play. This role was so close to my heart.

...

I was sitting waiting for my driver when Elsa walked past me, looking at me with her victorious smile

Elsa: So, Leyla, what are you doing here? Don't you have a script to learn? Oh yes, I'd forgotten your 3 phases in the room.

And she starts laughing like a bitch, my blood boiling but I keep my cool. The driver has arrived, so I get up and set off, not forgetting to jostle her as I go.

...

The car stops and I'm fiddling with my phone, so I look up and see about thirty police cars. What the hell? I run down but a policeman stops me

Policeman: I'm sorry, miss, you can't enter this house.

Me: I LIVE HERE THANKS

Policeman: but....

His colleague stops him, telling him to let me pass.

So I run to the front door, and there I see ........ leaving the house in handcuffs, head down, blinded by the flash of the paparazzi.

More....

Salam Aleykoum....

Policeman: I'm sorry miss you can't enter this house

Me: I LIVE HERE THANKS

Policeman: but....

His colleague stops him, telling him to let me pass.

So I run to the front door, and there I see ........ leaving the house in handcuffs, head down, blinded by the flash of the paparazzi.

~~~~~~ chapter 02~~~~~~~

He's my dad my fucking dad. I run to him crying. I cling to his feet and he caresses my head.

Me: No..no.n....pa..Pa..

Daddy: Hush darling don't cry

Me: don't leave me daddy don't leave me like mommy left me please please

Daddy: I'll never leave you my daughter. I'll be back soon I promise, they accuse me wrongly

The police take me off my father's feet. I manage to give him one last hug, then they take him away right in front of me.

I sit down on the floor and cry my eyes out...

1 hour later, the servants come to help me get home. I order them to leave me alone, but they don't even listen to me. When we got back to the living room I saw Kamila and Aya sitting quietly watching TV.

Me: ARE YOU SERIOUS? THE POLICE TAKE MY FATHER AWAY AND YOU WATCH TV LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED

Kamila: stop shouting shit. You're not the only one who knows how to scream, you know that, leyla?

Aya: if your dad's a thief, it's not our fault, is it?

And then the demon was born in me. I throw myself at her and take out all my anger on her, the play, my father's arrest, I release them all.

I feel myself being lifted up, I regain consciousness and I see Aya struggling to get up, her face completely mangled and bleeding, I look down at my hands that were shaking and bleeding, what the hell did I do? Her mother rushes to her and takes her in her arms.

Kamila: my God, I'm going to report you to your criminal father!

I was about to answer her but three men appeared.

Man1: uhhh good evening

Us: ....

Man1: we're from the police

Me: again

Man3: you have 3 days to move out

Kamila: what? move to where?!

Man2: We don't know, ma'am, but in 3 days we'll come and requisition all the cars, TVs and furniture, including the house. The credit cards were blocked, all the money and the company were already requisitioned.

Kamila: so....we have nothing?

Man1: Nothing, madam. You've lost everything and in three days you'll be out on the street.

Man2: thank you for your understanding.

They leave without looking back kamila collapses and cries all the tears of her body she calculates more aya 😂😂😂

I go upstairs. In the corridor I hear crying coming from Sali's room, so I go in. She's lying on her bed

Me: sali..?

She turned around and abruptly wiped away her tears, her eyes were red...

Me: Sali stop crying

She: they brought me I couldn't do anything leyla

I take her in my arms

Me: he promised to come back soon he hasn't done anything he's been falsely accused.

Then we fall asleep in each other's arms, our heads heavy with thoughts...

...

The next morning I wake up, wash, pray, wear my uniform, eat and go to school. Aya refused to go to school, saying she was sick. On the way, Sali looked at me for a few seconds, then said

Sali: Leyla, is it true that we've lost everything?

Me: yes, but everything's going to be all right.

Sali: hummm

And I give her a hug, in truth I didn't even believe my words.

....

At school, people looked at me badly, others whispered insults and some even pushed me. During class, people threw paper balls at me.

My life has become a living hell.

....

At the end of the day I was exhausted, my morale was at 0 and I was at the end of my life. Only Lyse gave me a little courage and managed to make me laugh, I love this girl so much 💖💖

As soon as I get home, the smell of perfume tickles my nostrils. I walk into the living room and see Kamila, a veiled lady and a man chatting. I look closely and recognize them as...