I hated how my life turned out.

Let me catch you up on how it all started.

I was a 16 year old girl who had her life all figured out. I was going to keep my B average, make some new friends, and eventually fall in love. My dream was to be a computer analyst.

I guess you could say my boyfriend back then was my computer. I loved it so much. But oh, how I did not expect my life to change that day I came home from school.

I headed inside my family two story luxury apartment. The Armstrong residence.

My long black hair bouncing on my back, and my style was high-top shirts and waist length pants.

I didn't look it but I was smarter than I appeared.

I was about to step inside when the door opened and an old man walked past me. Only giving me a small glance before walking to his waiting limo.

Wasn't that Mortimer Goth the millionaire? What was he doing here?

I looked on in confusion before heading inside smiling at my mom at my latest accomplishment at school.

"Hey mom, I'm home. You won't believe what happenned at school. I actually-"

I froze when I saw the angry look on my mom's face.

"Mom? What's wrong?"

Without a warning she slapped my face. I yelped in surprise and dropped the purse I had been holding.

"Ahh! M-Mom? Why did you hit me?"

She growled at me and grabbed a fistful of my hair hard.

I cried out in fear and in pain.

"How dare you come in looking like a common slut?! I've been fair with you but I refuse to not do anything about how disgraceful you look! Come on you ungrateful child!!"

She yanked me down the hall by my hair. Because I couldn't get a walking grip in my boots I slipped and fell on my face. Mom frustratingly turned me around and continued to drag me by my hair, not giving me enough time to stand up and resist.

She pulled me all the way to the bathroom and tossed me inside. I tried to stand up but she forcibly held my head down.

"Hold still you bitch!!"

"Mom stop it please!!"

"No! No lady in this house should have this long hair!!!"

My mom said as she pulled out a knife and before I could do anything to stop her she started cutting away.

I kicked her ankle and tried to run away but halted at the doorway to see my dad standing in it.

"Daddy please help!!!"

He didn't do anything but turn and walk away. I stood there frozen in disbelief.

Why wasn't he doing anything?

But it didn't last long before my mom yanked be back inside by my hair. I yelped as she grabbed a towel and used it to bound my wrists together.

I had never been more scared in my life than I was then.

"Mom stop it!!!"

"Shut the fuck up!! Hold still!!"

She shouted as she kicked the door shut and angrily cut away at my hair.

I sobbed loudly and screamed as she cut my locks over and over and telling me to shut up everytime I screamed too loud.

When it was over I was too ashamed to look in the mirror even after she finally untied me.

I stood up frozen in shock and trembling in fear with tears pouring down my face like faucets.

My mom opened the door so hard that it made me flinch.

I didn't want to look at her but I saw she heading up to my room. I followed behind cautiously to see what she was gonna do next.

I stood in the doorway and screamed when I saw her toss my computer out the open window.

It took losing something I loved the most that really made me lose it.

"How could you?!"

"Shut up you insolent bitch!!"

She charged at me and I screamed as she tried ripping my shirt off me. She grabbed the knife she used to cut my hair and tried to cut off my pants.

I pushed her away and ran into my bathroom. As soon as I locked the door I heard things being destroyed on the other side.

I was trembling so hard to do anything that all I could do was look at myself in the mirror.

My green shirt was torn in half, I had small cuts on my waist, and my hair...

I didn't want to describe how my hair looked. I looked worse than a wreck because of my mom.

But the question was why did she do it? How could she cut my hair, attack me multiple times, and destroy something so precious to me?

I cried for so long that night. I didn't leave my room until I was sure she was gone.

I gasped out of sadness to see everything in my room destroyed.

My desk and mirror was all shattered. My dresser was turned over and my bed had been torn so badly you can see the springs in the matress.

While my clothes had been cut up into pieces and were now all splayed out on the floor.

I started crying again and only stopped to see my mom looking down at me with disgust.

"Fucking pull yourself together. This is nothing compared what I'm going to teach you to become a fine lady of society. Clean up this fucking mess! And if you don't I'm going to shave the rest of your hair off your head!!!"

And that's how my life changed dramatically overnight. Me and my mother's relationship never recovered.

For nearly two years I was raised under very strict rules.

No pants only skirts or dresses.

The only shoes a lady wears is slippers and heels.

Red lipstick and porcelain skin is what all husbands want.

To be a good housewife you have to know how to cook, clean, and take care of the kids.

You have to know how to waltz.

Ladies of class only have short hair. Long hair is only for the hookers you pay for off the streets.

And so on.

I cleaned the house and cooked for my parents and older brother. I had no relationship with them at all. Everytime I did terribly my mother would abuse me.

I had to trim my hair once a month so it wouldn't get longer than past my ears. She forced me to drop out of highschool and hired me a private tutor.

If I didn't do as she said it was no food and I had to sleep on the couch for a week.

But if only I knew why my mom was actually forcing me to do all of this.

About a week before I would turn 18 she informed me she set up a date for me. She didn't tell me with who but she ordered me to freshen up or it was double chores for me.

I did as she told me as usual. As the years went by, I lost the will to fight back and just do as I'm told.

She turned me into a weak, obedient lady.

I waited for my date in the livingroom. All my mom said was that he was coming to pick me up.

Before I could question who it was I heard a knock at the door. I stood up as my mom always told me to and answered the door with practiced grace.

Behind the door was Mr Goth.

I shook off my surprise and held out my hand for him to kiss it in greeting.

He grabbed my hand and kissed me on my cheek.

"Hello Miss Tabitha. Are you ready to go?"

"Y-Yes."

We headed to a bar and ate and chatted about boring things like politics and historical novels.

I did as I was taught and just nodded if I had nothing to say.

"Well you certainly are charming to talk to. May I ask you a question?"

"Yes Mortimer."

He insisted I call him that after I called him Mr Goth.

"Tabitha I have only known you for several hours and I must say I have never seen a specimen such as yourself with greater grace, class, and poise."

"Why thank you. You're much too kind Mortimer."

Really.

"You have captured my heart. I'm looking for a second wife and I think you fit the bill perfectly. Tabitha..."

I froze as he pulled out a expensive diamond ring in a box and held it out to me.

"Will you marry me?"

Even though I had a poker face my blood boiled inside. This wasn't a date. My mom had set me up to get married.

That's what all these two years have been for. She ruined my life for this.

But to not make a scene I politely held out a hand and said.

"Oh that's flattering but I think I need to think it over before I make such a drastic desicion. I'm sure you understand."

"Very well. I'll be waiting until you give me a response, but just know I won't wait long. There are other women I'm interested in. I'm sure you know I am a very busy man and since I am not married I must secure myself a wife. So I will not ask you a third time."

"Yes sir. Excuse me I need to go freshen up."

I stood up and calmly walked to the bathroom. I didn't get to step a foot inside before I felt a tight grip on my shoulder and I turned around in surprise to see my mother.

"Mother?!"

"Why did you refuse?! Answer me now!!!"

"I agreed to go on dates! Not to marry a man I barely know-"

She slapped me across my face.

"You stupid girl! If someone offers you marriage you don't fucking say no!! Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

She shouted as grabbed my face and forced me to look at her.

"You are going back there and you are going to say yes to his proposal. If you say no, then you will be homeless, disowned, and penniless on the street. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good."

She said before letting go and shoving me in the direction of mine and Mortimer's table.

"Ah Tabitha you're just in time for the dessert."

"Mortimer I have something to say."

"Oh what is it? Have you thought about what I asked you?"

"Yes. And I was going to say..."

I gasped slightly so I wouldn't cry.

"I accept your proposal."

Mortimer laughed joyfully but I couldn't hear a word he said even as he placed the heavy diamond ring on my finger.

"I'm going to take very good care of you darling. I can assure you that."

"Come here then."

I gagged on the inside as I locked lips with my new fiance. He held my back forcing me closer to him.

I had a bad feeling about him and my fears were confirmed.