The Boss' Daughter (On hold)

01

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Travis Clemons and Arabella Covelli in holy matrimony... If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

"I object," someone yelled as they burst through the doors of the chapel.

I looked at the objecter and couldn't help but smile.

I knew he'd come.

He ran to the steps leading up to the alter and returned my smile. It didn't last long though, my dad motioned for one of his bodyguards to restrain him.

He tried to sqrim out of the gaurds' tight grip, but failed miserably.

"Let him go," I yelled at my father. He was sitting in the very first pew in the center of the chapel, so he could 'witness my matrimony first hand' as he had said.

"I can't do that. I said I wanted an uninterrupted and drama free wedding, does this look drama free to you," my father replied, gesturing towards the alter.

"If you let him go I promise I will continue with the wedding," I said firmly.

My father thought for a second, then he made a gesture to the bodygaurd. The bodygaurd released him, but before he could take a step my father spoke, "Don't even think about stopping the wedding again, or I'll put a bullet in you so fast, you won't know what hit you." My father drew a gun from his waistband and pointed it at him.

He reluctantly sat down next to my father.

"Good, now start from the beginning, " my father told the priest.

The priest looked a little uncomfortable, but did as he was told and repeated his first statement. This time, no one objected.

I stared at the priest, silently begging him to help me. My silent plea must have worked, because he hesitated before continuing the ceremony.

Apparently the priest took too long, because my father impatiently commented, "Hey, we ain't got all day. Now hurry up and do what you gotta do."

I continued my silent plea.

The priest tore his eyes away from mine and look directly at my father. "I can not simply 'restart the ceremony', not once we've had an objection."

I thanked him inwardly. My father, though, was not as happy. "No, no, I don't think you understand the situation you're in. You don't have a choice. That little 'comedy skit' was nothing," he said, sounding highly irritated.

"Like I said before, I can not simply-" the priest began, but was cut off by another one of my dad's gaurds putting a gun to his head. He looked at me apologetically and continued the ceremony.

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For as long as I can remember my mom has always been very strict. And no, not 'you have a curfew and you must follow it or else' strict, but more like 'you have no curfew because you're not allowed to go out without me' strict. And I never really questioned it. I knew that parents could be strict sometimes. It wasn't until recently that I realized just how extreme she was.

While other seventeen-year-olds at my school were able to attend the Friday Night Football games with their friends, I wasn't even allowed to do that.

Instead of being told 'I love you, have a good day sweetie', my mom always says, "Go to school and come straight home, no matter the circumstances."

I sighed. "Yeah mom, I know."

My mom looked at me with a hint of guilt. "I'm sorry. I know I've told you that almost everyday for years now, but I do have a good reason."