In first grade, there was this boy named Damien. He thought it was funny to chase me around and pull my ponytail. One time, I hollered at him that boys had cooties and all needed to be locked up somewhere. So guess what he decided to do? Have his friends drag me to him, while he started puckering up his lips. I kicked and screamed the whole way there, but the two boys held on tight. Once I got in front of Damien, he kissed me. A big, wet, first grade kiss I will never forget because I was that traumatized.
And ten years later, here I am in the same predicament. Except this time around, I was forced into a white wedding dress and white heels. Henrieta, the witch lady, had to get me dressed. I swear if they had taken those silver handcuffs off me, she'd have one of those four inch heels shoved clear into her eyeball. I didn't want her nasty hands on me, and hollered so much while she dressed me that eventually she just shoved a gag in my mouth. Which, by the way, I managed to cough out of my mouth.
"You're a bitch," I informed her, spitting on the ground to try and clean my mouth.
"Don't spit or you're gonna lick it back up." Her eyes were cold as she spoke.
I shrugged. "This place is going to fall to the ground once my pack finds me anyways."
Her eyes widened and she quickly left the room.
That was two hours prior to where I am now. Right now, I was kicking the two men dragging me down the aisle. "You stupid, mutts. Get your dirty hands off of me! Hey! I swear if I ever get my hands on you two, I'm gonna-" I was cut off by my "husband to be."
"Now, now dear. Calm down." I glared at him. I had no idea whatsoever why I thought he was attractive before. Everything about him screamed prick. The black tux, the bow tie, the combed back hair.
"Go to hell," I said.
He grabbed my two hands from the guards and held them firmly. Usually, I could have of ripped my hands away from him, but he held on so tightly and the silver was weighing down on my wrists. I didn't look at the preacher or the crowd. I was staring down the alpha in front of me. He just smiled smugly and stared back. The preacher went on to the vows and the "I do's." When it was my turn, I refused to answer. I heard the crowd mutter 'rude' and 'come on already.'
"I do not." I smirked at him.
"She does," he told the preacher, who to my utter astonishment, used his words to act as my agreement.
"This is not a true marriage! I never agreed and he can't choose for me!" I argued.
"I can, and I did."
He slipped a ring onto my finger then and I looked at it. It was huge and the diamond in the middle shone brightly.
The preacher continued.
"You may now kiss the bride."
My eyes narrowed at Chris, my 'husband.'
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How To Love *Watty Awards 2011*
WerewolfAurora Brooks has never wanted anything more than to just be a regular teenaged girl. But that is far from what she actually is. Aurora is suicidal and a tad depressed. It doesn't help matters that she is a werewolf and also the first alpha female t...