White and black love

Fatma: “Let us meet tomorrow morning at our way to school, okay?”
Peter: “okay, but where should we meet, aren’t your brother going the same way?”
Fatma: “my brother is sick today, so I don’t think that he is going to school tomorrow. But I will call you early in the morning. Goodnight baby, I love you.”
Peter: “Not to be rude, but I really hope he is also sick tomorrow, so I can see your pretty face, cause I really miss you. Goodnight I love you to.”

I hung the phone up quickly, because my brother Ahmed couldn’t find his socks, so I had to find them for him, I hate him so much. I have to do everything for him, he is so lazy. I have to cook everyday, I have to do the dishes, and I have to wash his clothes.
My mother can not work so much at home, because she is working a lot and watching out on our grandmother. My father is just like my brother. He only eats, watch TV and gives me orders. I don’t have any time for myself, to make my homework and stuff like that.
There is only one thing that makes me happy, and that is Peter. He makes me so happy, he is all I have. We have been together for 2 years know, and it has been the best time of my life. But if my family fined out that I have a boyfriend, they will probably kill me. I do not understand why, I can not decide over my own life. It is not that I am a little girl; I am actually 17 yeas old, and about 2 months I will turn 18 years old. And I can not decide anything.

He is coming against me, with his beautiful blue eyes. Every time I see him, I get this feeling, and it is a wonderful feeling. So pretty, so fine and I am glad that he is all mine. He kisses me, and it feels like hundred of butterflies are in my belly. We talk and have fun, he is so wonderful, and he makes me feel like a princess. Just the way he says my name makes my knees soft and when he touches me, my whole body shivers.
I had the wonderful feeling all day long; I was so glad that day, when I’m with him, it is like everything is perfect, but when I come home, everything is different. I feel like I am in prison.

One day I came a little bit late from school, because I talked with peter on my way home, we had had so much fun, that I had forgotten all about what time it was. When I came home, my dad stood in front of me, he looked very angry. He asked me where I had been, and with who, he also told me that somebody had told him that I had kissed a white boy. He hit my face first, and then he kicked me a million times.

I looked at my mother, she did not do anything. It hurts so much to look at my mother and she is only standing and looking at me when my dad hits me. She is my mother, she should have helped me.
My dad told me that about a week I have to go back to turkey to find myself a husband. I did not know what to do. I needed to talk with Peter. Next day at school I talked with him, I cried so much. I told him everything. He said to me that we could run away together, but I was too afraid. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, but I could hear that he was crying too.
I loved him so much, but I just could not do it. Because it would never have worked if I ran away with him, I know my dad would find me somehow if I did run away. I told Peter that I have enjoyed everyday that I have spent with him, also that I’m going to miss him so much. But I’m glad that I had him at all. I kissed him, and then walked away. Maybe that it is just the way it is suppose to be.

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