Choice

The Forced Marriage

 If God has chosen someone or something for you, who are you or anyone to find faults in it.

Scarlet's P.O.V:

When the driver applied brakes, I felt a jerk. My eyes shot opened, my head raised as it was resting on the back of seat. I realized that we reached the venue of wedding. Irene, mom and dad got out of the car one by one, then my father opened the door from my side, with a fake grin for publicity.

He extended his hand to me, that just raised on me and left a mark on my cheek almost half hour ago, I took it unwillingly though. I stepped out of the car, with my eyes lowered down and a veil covering my face. I climbed up the stairs and then I entered the church with my father beside me and my mom and Irene following.

As soon as I entered, I was mesmerized by the beauty of that church, it was my dream to marry in such kind of church but my fate was cruel. It allowed me to marry with all the preparations that I wished but not with my heart.

The beautiful chandelier that glinted the whole church from hanging on the ceiling. But I wished that everything would have been dark, dark like my life. I didn't wanna see myself choosing the worst time of my life. I wanted to run away, as fast as I could.

I saw that all the guests stood up and passed a small smile to me. They didn't know that I was being pushed in to hell. I could hear people whispering but I couldn't catch what exactly. The environment was quiet and haunting for me.

My heart pounded faster than ever, my eyes were holding back the pool of tears. My entire body was sizzling with fear and hurt. I didn't know if I had any strength to speak up and complete my vows.

I didn't ponder as well and continued to walk towards the Priest, my eyes finally fell on his deep soft blue eyes, he was in his black tux with ivory shirt to match my dress. His hair were properly combed, his eyes met mine and then immediately he tore his gaze from me. Caleb; the mystery Caleb was my soon to husband. God!

He didn't like me. I concluded. I walked towards him and passed by his parents, having no clue about their faces. I didn't look at them, they were the same. Liars! They must have been nice to me because they knew in place of Irene, I was getting married to their son. I thought but I wasn't sure.

I stood still in front of him, his eyes were down, his body was stiffened and I could sense that he was angry. He was controlling to not to burst out and run away. Like me.

The vows started, the time that scared the hell out of me, it felt as if my life was going to end. And It basically ended when my dad's hand raised on me, making me helpless, making me hopeless. My heart didn't pound faster, but it just stopped beating. I felt like I had died, the voices woke me up.

A guy with deep brown hair and black eyes, dressed in suit came forward and handed the beautiful velvet box of ring to Caleb, he took it and avoided every time to look at me.

His words boomed in my ear, " I, Caleb Pierce take Scarlet Anderson to be my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." And  then someone from behind, either my mom or Irene elbowed me to offer hand.

I offered my hand, with my dead soul still yelling to break the chains and run away from this mess but a part of me wasn't letting me. Maybe because of my dad's fear or maybe there was something else, that was stopping me, that was pushing me to do that. To accept him. To accept the new life. To accept the new change. To deal with this new challenge.

He gently grasped my hand, the warmth he had, calmed me down but the coldness in his eyes, haunted me and made me think that those six months were going to be one of the worst experience of my life.