Overcome (editing)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

The true test of a champion is not whether he can triumph but whether he can overcome obstacles.

-Garth Stein

After she left, I must have lied there for hours; just crying my eyes out. I contemplated many things in that moment, including suicide. I was tired of being unhappy and as far as I could see, my life was over.

Kyle.... I need Kyle...

He always seems to know and say exactly what I needed. If only he had told me of mothers plan, I could have run away or something; but then again, that may have been the reason why he didnt; but knowing Kyle, he would have already come up with an amazing idea to get us both out of this mess.

Where was my hero when I needed him?

I decided to find out the answer to that question by managing to get myself up off the floor and call him; I started searching through my bag pack for my phone. When I found it, I quickly dial Kyle's number. I waited for the connection but as soon as it began ringing, the bedroom door suddenly flew open and in walked the bane of my existence, Mr.Buntly.

When I saw him, I couldnt help myself, I disconnected and released the phone from my grasp, breaking down in tears.

Please sir . I begged, running over to him as I nervously took hold of his hands; maybe he will see sense once I talk to him.

Please don't do this.... I am just a kid.... please let me go home.

Tears were running like a river from my eyelids, but I didnt hide or look away, I needed him to see my desperation and hear my plea in order for him to take pity on me.

For a moment he just stared at me; cocking his head to the side as if he was studying me like I was an exquisite art piece.

I began to believe I had gotten through to him but I was wrong because with no emotion or care he simply told me:

You will learn to love me; the pastor is here...get ready.

And with that he left, sealing my fate with his words.

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I walked into the hall wearing the wedding dress to an empty room, the only persons present were a man dressed as a pastor, Mr. Buntly and my mom.

I stood frozen in my spot, looking at all three as they looked at me. My legs felt like led, refusing to move.

Hurry up! I haven't got all day Mr. Buntly snapped shocking me back into mobility, I quickly walked over to him.

After noticing me, a look of disgust swept across the pastors face; he turned to Mr. Buntly, looking at him as if he was totally insane.

She's a kid he stated astonishingly.

Just do what you're fucking paid to do! Mr. Buntly demanded, spit flying from his mouth as he shouts.

But still the pastor remains silent, refusing to commence.

Annoyed by the pastors unwillingness, Mr. Buntly stepped closer to him and whispered something in his ear, only he could hear. The pastor looked at him shockingly for a few seconds before huffing and releasing a defeated sigh

Then he fired the first rounds of shots to my heart when he spoke the words:

Let us begin.

Few minutes later, we were married.

Later after the pastor left and my mom retired to her room, Mr. Buntly and I was alone in his room. He started taking off his clothes as if he was getting ready for bed, I just stood there frozen, not sure as to what to do.

Noticing my lack of movements, turned to me:

Why you just standing there? go shower and put on the night wear that is hung in the bathroom waiting for you.

I jumped at his command before quickly abiding by his request by grabbing my bag and dashing into the bathroom.

I took out my toothbrush from the bag as began brushing my teeth as I normally do before bed.

I took my time showering, hoping by the time I got out he would be sleeping. When my skin began to wrinkle, I caved and finally got out of the shower to dress in the nightwear Mr. Buntly had mentioned; but when my eyes land on the clothing, bile rose to my throat immediately.

Pin to a hanger behind the bathroom door, was a single, red, thong and nothing else.

I checked around to check for another, hoping I was mistaken but found nothing, this was it.

I started shaking uncontrollably as the fear took hold of me struggling mentally while slowly putting the thong on.

After I managed to put the thong on I hug my breast from view that was without clothing and waited hesitating to turn the knob to my doom.

Please be asleep; please be asleep . I chant, over and over but as soon was slowly began reaching for the handle, my cell phone suddenly rang; and it echoed throughout the bathroom.

I quickly dig through my bag for it.

When I finally found it and look at the screen, my heart began to race with hope, it was Kyle!

I quickly swipe the dancing phone symbol on the screen in order to answer:

Hey....are you OK? he asked as soon as the line was open, his concerned voice floating through the speaker and washing over me like a breath of fresh air.

Kyle... I whispered, my voice shaking.... Come get me please.

Where are you, where did she take you? he demanded.

Im---

But I never got to finish, because suddenly the bathroom door was smashed open against the wall, and in walked Mr. Buntly, his fist folded tightly as he stared at me with nothing but murder in his eyes.