Words I never said (Forced MARRIAGE)

Chapter 9

I got out of the stretched black limousine, my heels landing on the rubicund carpet gracefully. I muttered a thanks to the guy in the black suit whom opened our door, before looping my hands around my chaperon as we faced the flashing lights. Cameras blinking and clicking everywhere in this expedient twilight night, causing me to grimace and flinch within every click. Paparazzi's swarming the whole place, high digital cameras in place, shouting incoherent questions at us.

"how long have you and Charles been intimate?"

"do you feel lucky to be engaged to him?"

"where is the rock?"

"who designed you dress?"

"whose your favourite designer?"

"are you happy Summer?" that was the question that stuck out the most causing me to look at the red-headed reporter, am I happy? I forced a smile nodding my head enthusiastically, hopefully they brought that.

"are you alright?" Damon whispered in my ear as we continued our way on the long walk. To be honest how could I be happy? Getting forced into a marriage with a man you have never met in your entire life? No I am not alright or I am happy! I would be happy if I was out of here! So I shook my head tightening my grip on him.

"no," I whispered softly, who cares anyway. There is nothing he can do to stop this wedding! Nothing! So what's the point of lying to him exactly?

Damon looked at me sadly while I forced a small smile out, that never reached my eyes.

I don't want his pity, or do I want his sympathy. His grip tighten around my waist as we finally entered inside and away from the flashing lights outside the twilight night.

As we entered the hall, a soft tune sang lullaby to my ears, drawing me slowly towards the sound. The hall was laced with white and gold ribbons lining up along the walls with warm candles lighting up the tunnel.

Laughter and chatter began to invade my ears, over powering the soft tune. We soon found our self standing on the edge of a golden balcony gazing at what looked like thousands of peoples all dressed to perfection with Champaign in hand.

My heart pounded in my breast like a wild animal stuck in a tiny cage, wanting to be set free. I thought it was only around a hundred peoples, not one fricking thousand! Ho-how am I going to... I don't like being the centre of attention! Father should know this!

I don't want this! I can't! why can't he let me do what I want for ONCE? my eyes closed breathing deeply, trying to calm my nerves down before I turn around and head for the doors. Why is he making me do this? Who is Charles anyway? How do they know eachother? How long has he been planning this scheme of his?

"Summer you ready?" I shook my head without opening my eyes, this is too much! I don't want this! I'm not ready yet, I'm still young! Oh shit... I'm getting married! I opened my eyes staring at the crowed of people, pretending to be enjoying their time. I know these kind of people they are nothing but trouble! The only thing they care about is money and status.

I turned towards my bodyguard, a fake smile immediately coating my face, with shoulders straight and head held to the air, I wrapped our arms together and begun walking down the stairs.

I can do this!

The moment we started walking, my nerves and blood started to rise dramatically. All the chatter and laughter seized, the only thing that could be heard was my heels clicking on the golden staircase, all eyes were stuck on me.

Why are they looking at me like that? I felt like yelling at them, no I actually felt like screaming and running back. I gripped Damon's arm in a deathly grasp, breaking his bones for sure. I couldn't help it. I need him, without him right now I'll probably fall on my face.