“Wait. What?” I entered with my thoughts running wide and my heart racing.
“We are leaving,” My father got up on his feet, his words sounding so harsh and cold and leaving no room for an argument or protest.
“I can’t leave,” I retorted and turned to my mother with pleading eyes and fear.
“Yes, you can, dear and you will.”
“This isn’t a marriage, it's a prison, it’s a cell, it's dangerous and we are really sorry we brought you into this,” she came closer to me and took my both hands in hers while she stared at me with pain in her eyes.
“No..” I pulled my hands away from her and shook my head as tears came running down my eyes as well.
“It's not what you think it is, nor is it dangerous for me,” I kept protesting.
“Samantha is gone and yes, I can be put in danger because of the family
