Queens, New York
29th November, 2021
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Onika's Pov
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There's really no true happiness in living your life to please society and mostly your parents. There will be a day when you finally break down because of all the manipulation and lies you've been told. You will lose yourself trying to be someone you're not just to please someone.
"You're a tramp! I can't believe you're capable of being such a whore" My father seethe with anger spilling in his words.
I look at Jasmine who has her head down not daring to meet my father's eyes. I felt bad that she has to witness the bad side of Thomas Maraj.
He begins pacing back and forth while throwing his hands in the air, clearly frustrated because from the whole situation "You got photographed fucking your stylist on the balcony!" He scrunches his face up in disgust.
I wasn't even mad, Jasmine owes me no loyalty, and she's been trap in this agreement against her will.
"She's not a whore" I decide to step in; I couldn't just stay here and let him tarnish the girl's whole self-esteem.
His eyes shot to me "You're a disgrace yourself; I don't need anyone else embarrassing me!" He shouts balling his fist as he approaches me.
I scoff, I know this should probably be the time I shut the fuck up but I just couldn't.
"If she wants to fuck someone on the balcon-" He cut me off by raising his hand, slapping me. I felt a stinging sensation on cheek making me bite down on my lip "You have no say in this" He points at me. "Do you hear me?" He asks and I nodded. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you, child" I raise my eyes to my father's seeing nothing but coldness.
"Yes pops" I say in a low tone.
"I'll deal with this mess... Try not to fuck anyone else Jasmine" He says to the model before walking off.
I look over at Jasmine who has tears running down her face as she just stands still in the same spot.
I sigh before walking over to her, pulling the brunette into a hug, I let her cry on my shoulder as I rock us gently.
I kiss the top of her head letting her know I'm here and I won't be leaving anytime soon.
I slowly reach into my pocket, pulling out my phone and holding it up behind Jasmine's head to check the time, I can already hear Beyoncé's voice lecturing me for being late.
After 5 minutes of holding Jasmine, she finally let me go, she wipe away the tears with her index finger before smiling weakly "You probably think I'm weak" she sniffs.
I shook my head knowing dealing with my father can even make King Kong weak.
"You're not weak" I told her.
"I'm sorry"
I twitch my eyebrow in confusion "For what?" I have absolutely no idea why Jasmine is apologizing to me right now.
"About the picture... I'm sorry I fucked someone else" She lowers her head in shame.
I smack my lips "We're not actually together, you can fuck anyone you want" I didn't want her to feel like she's obligated to curve anyone she wants. I know marriage should not be played with but when you're forced into it it's already ruin.
"I know but I still feel guilty"
"You shouldn't"
"I'm sorry I made you late for school"
