Wildflower, Aaron Warner

01. I'm not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite.

"DO YOU, ELENA LOCKHART, TAKE THIS YOUNG MAN TO BE YOUR WEDDED HUSBAND, TO HOLD AND TO PROTECT, IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH, TILL DEATH DO YOU APART?" The words ring through my ears, the sounds of the bells making my head spin. I'm getting married. I'm going to be someone's wife. I want to die.

I can feel the sweat on my hands, as the people watch me closely, waiting for an answer. I want to sob, I want to throw up, I want to go run. I can't do this. I look at the man before me, and all I see is hatred. How can he hate me? He doesn't even know me.

I'm gonna run away. Though, my thoughts are racing, I know I have what I have to say, or I'll get a punishment.

I swallow the nervousness in my throat, my stomach doing flips, I then open my mouth and say the words that make me want to drop dead.

"I do."

I can hear my parents breath of relief. At least I'll be free of them forever. Hopefully.

Aaron stares at me with nothing but hatred, making me want to curl into a corner. What have I done to him? I am getting married forcefully too, god.

"Do you, Aaron Warner, take this young woman to be your wedded wife, to hold and to protect, in sickness and in health, till death do you apart?" The priest repeats the exact words he said to me, my eyes filling with tears.

I can't do this. I can't do this. Say you don't, please say you don't. I'm begging you.

He takes a deep breath, his hand tightening against mine as if this is all my fault, he is so angry with me. I want to tell him I understand, I hate this too, I hate everything about it. But I can't. It's not my place.

"I do." He chokes out. It sounded like it hurts to say it. Like muttering those two simple words felt like a stab in the heart, it probably does. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Aaron.

"Then, I now pronounce you, husband and wife."

Elena l̶o̶c̶k̶h̶a̶r̶t̶ Warner.

Kill me now, please.

I SIT at the edge of the bed, my fingers tapping on my thighs trying to relive my anxiety. I can hear the sink being used in the restroom, indicating my. . husband, was probably brushing his teeth. We haven't said a word to each other, and it's killing me. I know he probably hates me, but I want to be friends with him. Maybe he can be my first friend.

I've never had a friend before, ever since everything with the government or whatever my dad told me, I was locked up in my basement reading, writing, drawing. I've never talked to anyone else but my parents ( and myself ), i'm nervous. What if he actually does hate me? It looks like he did.

Maybe I could paint him something, and he'll see I want to be friends with him. Or maybe you can just tell him.

My train of thought get interrupted by the bathroom door opening, and I look up, my breath gets caught in my throat. He looked. . . pretty. His hair was slightly wet, all messy and he had on a tight black shirt and grey sweatpants. Oh, god. I've never felt this way before. What is this feeling called?

but before I can get caught staring, I quickly stand up and walked towards him- not noticing the way he backed up.

I smile. "I'm Elena." I introduce myself. I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm doing it.

His eyes harden. Oh no. "I know your name." He snaps, his voice so rude.

I couldn't help it, my face falls into a frown. He was an asshole. "Oh, well, I just wanted to properly, uh," what's the word? "Int- introduce myself."

I ignore my embarrassing stutter and keep the smile on my face. But it flaters once his face doesn't change. He's still looking me like before. With hatred.

What have I done to him?

"I'll sleep on the floor." Is all he says to me, before going to the bed and getting the pillows.

I ignore the way my throat burns, and my face falls, once again.

I just wanted to be his friend.

authors note. I really hope you like this chapter! I absolutely love the force marriage trope, it's probably one of my favorites. Also, I'm sorry that there's not much details on this chapter but as we get more into the book more will be revealed. Also, do you like 3rd person pov or first person? I honestly don't know which one to write in :/ but anyways, hope you enjoy this one, and the rest to come!!!