Three days of freedom. (part - 1 )

The guests that arrive earlier came to see her sister's hand in marriage, and they decide to hold Engagement on three days in their town in some big shot hotel in this weekend and they be going there tomorrow , and she won't be going to work and her studies will be stopped in these three days, and after that she'll be sent to his grandma's house. And after hearing that, she leaves, and starts to laugh like a maniac, under her pillow so that they couldn't hear her. And she went to the shower, and scream and laughed like a madwoman, and looked at herself in the mirror for the first time. And she saw her face on the dusty and uncleared mirror, she looked at her face, her face was filled with bruises and wounds, and she has a split lip which was showing a smile, a genuine and happy smile. She washed her face and cleaned the mirror like no tomorrow, and then looked at her reflection again. And she looked better. She gets out from her room in a frenzy, and looked at the pile of storage items, and after a bit of frantic searching, she found an old bag of cosmetics. She immediately went inside the bathroom, and slammed the door hard, and then looked at mirror, and took out white powder, and then remember what he said.

" Use red highlighter. " she said to herself and used it, her makeup was messy but it worked. She felt little pain in using the make-up, her sensitive skin wasn't helping her much, but she endured, and finished her make-up and then looked at herself, it was a little messy but it looked beautiful, she was beautiful. The make-up no matter what, she looked beautiful. She sat on the ground, and looked stunned.

" I'm ... I'm beautiful. " she said to herself, and then started to cry. And make-up starts to ruin, but she didn't care. And then slapped her face saying stupid - stupid, saying she was a fool to believe in her mother, her sister, everyone who said she was ugly. They were wrong. She is beautiful. She laughed and then packed everything she has, more likely everything that she can have with happy smile, and then at last she took out the wooden box from under the bed, and looked at its contents, there was a three chips packet one opened, one that she bought earlier and one she had for a time. She pulled out all three packs, and started eating like no tomorrow, and then threw the packets away, and lay on the bed happily. And after so much time, she sleeps with a smile.

Next day when she woke up. The house was empty and dark. But not for her. Not now at least.

Her 4:30 alarm rang, and she woke up, but when she did, she remembered yesterday's events, and a small smile appeared on her face, and she fell asleep again.

And after four hours, at 9 am she woke up again, and looked around, the dark room greeted her. She slowly stood up and opened her door quietly, and looked at the dim corridor and hall in front of her. She kitchen, guest room, bathroom, her sister's room and at last her mother's room.

It was empty, the whole house was empty.

She sat on the ground in the hall, near the sofa. And looked at the pen that he gave him.

" Your freedom is in your hands. " She remembers his words. She stood up, snd closed every single window and light spot of the house, and then turned on the small LED lights on the wall which turned red. She turned on the air conditioner in the highest setting possible, and then slowly undressed herself completely naked, and then she looked at herself, her bitten but beautiful body. Her scars just made her look beautiful. And then she remembered something, and adjusted her posture, and looked like a model that she saw on a poster. And she hoped she looked good. And then take a look at fridge, and took out the whiskey bottles of his father, she took a direct sip, but it was disgusting, she didn't like the taste, but poured a full glass of it anyways, then she took out some cookies and other stuff, which she hesitated a bit, but took out anyways, and looked at the pile of the dishes. And ignored it. She grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his dad's stash, getting bolder and bolder. She touched the sofa, and slowly sat on it naked, and looked at the cigarette, and lit it with the pen lighter she got. And grabbed the whiskey glass, and drank it, ignoring the horrible taste. And feel the coldness on her naked body, and she touched some of her wounds, and then her face. And then she started to laugh with teary eyes . Drowning in sorrow, and rubbing her eyes fearsly.

When she next woke up, she saw it was already night time, and she looked around, and saw sevral ciggarette buds on the table. And she looked sad, she grabbed the cigarette box and found it empty. She felt cold all over, she turned off the air conditioner, and looked at the dark but brightly red colored room. She stood and stretched a bit, and looked around. She ignored her clothes and went to the kitchen, and looked for food, when she found she had to make it, far from a normal girl, she wasn't faced with, and make food for herself, and herself only. She tries to do the best, and make something good.

After eating the food she ate, she looked at the time, and it was just 7 pm. She looked down, and looked at her hands which were stained with food. She raised her head, clenched her fist.

She went to her sister's room, and entered her well finished and lavish bathroom. She looked at the modernist bath system, with multiple functions, she pressed a random button on the wall, and water started to come from the wall like a shower, she pressed the button again, and the shower stopped. She pressed the other button and the faucet started, then she looked at the digital panel inside the glass chamber, she remembered it was supposed to be some steam bath or something. She pressed some buttons, and steam started to pour into the glass chamber. She enters, and fills the steam, she looks at the control panel, and starts it, and like a mist, water falls from the big ceiling shower on head. She uses that expensive shampoo, then used the conditioner, and used that body gel on her. And after some time she came out, and wore that bathrobe that she saw rich people wearing. She wears it, and then sits on the dressing table, grabs the hair dryer, and uses it for the first time. She removed the bathrobe not feeling really that great.

She looked for clothes in her sister's closet, which was really big, and took out his sister's old and fancy clothes, and tried to wear them, but it didn't work. They were too small. She discarded the clothes, and remembered that guy's clothes.

She took out an old leder jacket, a white t-shirt and matching leder pants, he wore simple pants, but took out the matching leder pants. She tried to wear it but the pent was too tight, but she wore it anyway, her ankles showing clearly and the shape of his leg was clearly visible. It was tight, she looked at her back, and raised the pants a bit. She wore a loose white t-shirt and then put on that short leder jacket which just covers her shoulder and rib area , the crop top jacket in brown colors and matching pants. She did a bright red lipstick and used various makeup, but put it down, and just looked at her without any make-up, just with those lipsticks, and looked at her scars and burst lips. She grabbed the comb, and fixed her hair. She gets out of the house and starts walking in the direction of the city in high heels and she has a little uncomfort in walking.

She reached near an open court restaurant. And sat near the air conditioner, and looked at the menu, in front of her. And seeing the prize she wanted to sigh, but she didn't, and remembered the video she saw earlier on YouTube, she wanted to act like a snobbish girl, but she didn't. And her mood started to dim a bit. She ordered the cheapest drink, and the very chatty waiter tried to make small talk and try to get to know her. But she felt he wasn't honest, she felt like it was his, it was his mask. She looked at him with her usual emotionless face, which made him uncomfortable, and he felt uncomfortable and left the area, and she looked at his going figure, and then she turned to see her hands when, she heard a loud cheer coming from her left, and when she looked at the direction, he saw a couple proposing, and everyone around them clapping, she saw the nervousness of the man, and blush on the girl.

She felt confused, is people that expressive, and why are they so,,,, so emotional. She couldn't understand it. She looked at the waiter who brought back the lemon soda for her, who quickly left after giving her that. And she grabbed her it, and took a sip from the straw, and kept looking at the couple, where the girl has accepted the ring, and she hugged and kissed him, and she didn't feel anything. Her expressions didn't change, she didn't felt anything, no hertwarm, no happiness, no anger, no awkwardness , not even jealousy. She felt disinterested, no that will be a feeling, she felt nothing about it like a fleeting thought, that comes and goes.

After leaving the restaurant, she walked aimlessly on the street, looking at the happy faces of couples and passers by, some of them chatting with family and some of them just strolling in the road casually, and some of them. Even looking at her, some In lust and some in jealousy and disgust. The farmers being mostly girls, thought she will feel joy when she became beautiful, but she didn't feel anything, it was just for the moment when she was at home. Outside she didn't feel her beauty, she didn't feel anything in their appraising eyes, their jealous eyes. She thought she would have felt pride like her sister or mother, something, but she didn't feel anything about that. She enters a bar, and hears the large booming music in the club, using his father's money that she has found. She didn't like music much, but she tried to dance anyways, she follow the moves of other people and even rubbed herself to a man who was trying to get close to her her, she put his hand on her waist and starts to dance in a rhythm, she tried to touche the man as well, she turned and put her hand on the man who looked at his eyes, and she saw his expression changed for a second, she feel that look ,she feels her discomfort, but it soon changed,and he relaxed, and he starts to enjoy it, and she knows that, it was because of her figure and her red hair, the tight pants. And soon with time his hesitation went out, and she lowered his arm to her butt, and smiled an honest smile, he is a good man she can feel that.

And it was proved when the man gave her his number, and said he had a good time, and gave her a honest smile , and he fumbled a bit while talking, inexperienced in this situation.

" Ahh, thanks for the dance, you know ." He said. And he looked at the tall beautiful woman in front of her, she was even taller than him.

" You are so beautiful . " And then he laughed with a blush, a little embrace .

" I have never been in a club before you know,,, I,, I know, I never danced before with a girl. " And he laughed a little embarrassingly .

" You can call me right, and is your hair naturally red? "

" Yes. " She said with a fake small smile.

" Your name is Ushma right! Ushma means heat right, and warm " The man said with a smile. He asked, looking at her. She smiled and then he left with saying goodbye.