Yvonne's POV

My mother scoffed staring at me.

"You are kidding aren't you?" She arched her brow.

I shrugged "I really don't want to go."

"Yvonne don't start..." she frowned at once.

"Mother I am starting nothing" I yelled.

"Stop this madness before it lands you into something else" she warned.

"Like the cage?" I peered into her eyes for a while and looked away.

"Worse than the cage, you're father is already too provoked" she said sadly.

I sighed.

It has always been about my father and his anger, it was obvious that no one would ever care about what I feel or think about their barbaric traditions.

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