A Midnight Run --DISCONTINUED--

Prologue

You may think my life is perfect, but I can tell you this, it's not.

I am forced to wed a man I've only known for about a year, my parents are forbidding me to return to my California manision, and I am now losing my entire social life.

Maybe I should tell you how this all started:

It was August of 2009 when I first met Kane. He was the lead actor of some new movie my parents were producing. It was about midnight, because for whatever odd reason we were only shooting at night, and of course I was forced to attend because as my parents say "One day you'll be in our position, taking over the family producing."

Yeah, I just scoff, honestly, I want to do something better with my life. Granted, I wanted to act; which I have been doing, but only minor roles; but at the same time, I want to have many charities to help children in need.

Many think I'm selfish because I'm a "California Diamond" and my parents are famous movie producers who have worked with many people such as Robert Pattinson, Jim Carrey, Johnny Depp, Megan Fox (and damn was she a bitch), and even Kristen Stewart. Which by the way, I did have a small fling with Robert Pattinson behind Kristen's back, but he sucked at kissing, so I switched over to Tom Felton, and he was a great kisser, but it didn't work out.

But now I guess I should explain to you how I am now going to be married at age seventeen.

A year after meeting Kane, which it was now August 2011, we had ended up dating for roughly seven months, my parents dropped the bomb saying they made a deal years ago that I was to be wed to Kane on January 10 the following year; 2012.

I had no idea what to say, all that kept running through my mind over and over again was "WED!"

I'M ONLY SEVENTEEN FOR GOD'S SAKE!

But they held through with the plan, but kept a few major secrets from me, many that will change my life.

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It's now January 10, I'm sitting in my room, a make-up artist and hair-stylist going at me, making sure I look "perfect" on my day...and for the press, but they never mentioned that.

I'm still not excited about this because I feel like my entire life is going away, that and I had no say in where the wedding was. I honestly wanted a church wedding, quite and where the press wouldn't find me, but oh no, we had to have it at our Country Club which the press had easy access to.

It's roughly now 5:30, and they have finally finished "dolling me up like a princess" and I have slipped into my dress.

I looked outside and saw the yard, it looked goregous, the colors I said I had wanted; ice blue and white; something simple yet elegant.

That's when the nerves kicked in, and I got nervous.

What if I trip? What if my top slides down? What if this was just a joke? What if I make an ass out of myself?

That's when I realized, SO WHAT!

It's not like I even wanted this.

But whatever.

That's when my father walked in, all dressed in a nice tux, and a giant smile on his face.

"Theresa, it's time to go." He said in a simple tone.

I just nodded my head ever so slightly.

As we walked downstairs, we both kept quite but he kept a firm hold upon me as I put on a fake smile.

We stopped at the end of the steps, and my father had me face him. I was slightly confused because my father isn't the emotional type, so I knew it couldn't be some heart-felt message saying how sad he is to lose his little or girl or something along those lines. But what he did say left me very confused. He said, "watch your back, Kane is not the man you think he is."

Like seriously, what the hell?

It was then that my father grabbed me and faced the doors leading to the reception ceremony.

We walked outside I was blinded at first by all the camera flashes but was happy to see my six year old twin brother and sister waiting at the end of the aisle with my soon-to-be husband.

My parents didn't want brides maids, so it felt slightly empty as I made my way down. That did make me upset because I had always dreamed of having my closest girlfriends here too for my special day.

I was almost at the end of the aisle.

5feet...4feet...3feet...2feet...1foot...and then we stopped.

I reached Kane, my father gave me a kiss on my cheek and whispered in my ear, "I know I wasn't the greatest father, but just remember that I love you, and please be safe." At that, a silent tear leaked through my eye, but I felt myself smile, that was the nicest thing my father had ever said to me.

The Pope began the ceremony, which I zoned out until they asked me to state my lines.

"I, Theresa Mary Grace, take you, Kane De Luca, to be my husband, in sickness and in health, until eternity."

Kane then stated with a giant smile upon his face, "I do."

Kane then had his turn. "I, Kane De Luca, take you, Theresa Mary Grace, to be my wife, in sickness and in health, until eternity."

I looked up at him the entire time, and knew, this was it. But I still pondered the "eternity part", but whatever, my life had completely changed with the next word, "I do."

I heard the Pope say in a monotone, "You may now kiss the bride."

And he did just that.

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We went to our reception and it all passed in a blur.

I greeted people, posed for the press and kept a smile plastered on me the entire time.

I honestly got sick of all the people by the end of night, but kept going until it was time to leave.

Honeymoon night, Oh joy. Isn't this supposed to be a happy time for the bride and groom, the night where they give it their all and show their true love for each other? Well, I guess that's not how mine will go.

I walked out of the limo with Kane on my arm, people popping poppers at us, confetti flying everywhere, and yet, I'm still pretending to be happy.

God, this sucks.

But I didn't know what was coming up next, would suck even more...literally.