Today was the big day, my wedding day. Normally if it's your wedding day you're supposed to be happy but for me it was the other way around. I got dressed up, put on my make-up and got ready to come down the aisle. The wedding began. First the flower girls, then the junior bride's maids, the bride's maids and finally the ring bear came down the aisle. Now my little niece came down the aisle and announced the coming of the bride. It was time for me to come out, but I hesitated a while before I finally came out.
Everybody was standing. Most of my friends were crying. I almost cried myself half way down the aisle but I fought the tears. Now I was at the altar, eye to eye with my soon to be husband. My husband was a good person, I just never really got to know him; I was set up to marry him. Not that it was a bad thing; it was just that I didn't want to be with him.
For the last year now I've been with my high school crush. That's who I wanted to marry, but my mother and father hated the sight of it, they hated everything about the relationship. It wasn't because he was a bad guy but, it was because they didn't want me to marry him.
So there wasn't a thing I could change about the situation, unless I didn't want my parents to be in my life anymore. I've done everything they've told me since I was little, in a way they've controlled my life since they've known they were having a child. So now I was at the altar and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Now the wedding began.
"Now we are gathered here today for the uniting of Makayla L. Gillard and Mike F. Austin."
"Do you Mike take Makayla to be your lovely wedded wife?"
"I do."
"And do you Makayla take Mike to be your lovely wedded husband."
"I."
"You?"
"I don't know." I said as I ran out to the annex of the church. My friends came after me and my mother did to.
"Makayla what is wrong with you?" She screamed.
"Mom I don't want to marry him." I pleaded.
"You what?" She said furiously.
"I don't want to marry him," I screamed. I don't like him, he wasn't the one for me, I tried to love him but he was just so terrible. He has a short temper, he likes blonds, I'm a brunette, he hates art and fashion, we're like total opposites.
"Makayla what's wrong with him," my mom said breaking the angry silence.
"Mom we've only been together 4 months, I don't know him like I know Kyle." I tried reasoning with my mom several times before and it always ended in the same conclusion that I should be with Mike. There was no point in trying, but I did. We went back-and-forth for what felt like an hour trying to tell her how I felt.
"Honey what do you see in Kyle?"
"Mom he's a great person, he's very understanding and he's very sweet."
"Makayla if you don't marry him-
"Mom I don't want to do this, it's not what I want."
"It's not what you want to do, it's what you have to do."
"Mom I don't want to do to do this!"
"You know what you have to do." She said as she left. My friends comforted me while I was in the annex. I was in such a mess right now, thinking about what my mom said, it's what I have to do. I really didn't want to go back out there, but I did. I came back out and we picked back up where we left off.
"Now Makayla do you take Mike to be your lovely wedded husband?"
"I do." I said as I began to burst into tears.
"Now I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." we kissed. His lips pressed against mines while he wiped the tears from my eyes. Everyone cheered and left to go to the reception but me, Mike and the wedding party took pictures. We took at least 30 pictures before we finally went to the reception. At the reception, we took even more pictures, danced and finally cut the cake. Mike cut the first piece.
When he got done he smashed it in my face. Now it was my turn. I cut the cake and smashed it in his face. Everyone laughed. The whole time I pretended to have fun at the wedding, truth was I was dying inside. I wanted to be with Kyle so much but my mom wanted me to be with Mike. One of my really close friends took me in the bathroom to wash the cake off my face.
"K I know you don't want to do this, why would you agree to do this?" She asked while wiping cake off my face.
"Brice you don't understand." I snapped back and stopped her.
"Yes I do, my mom did the same thing to me that's why I got a divorce." She stared at me with a puzzled look.
"But I don't want to make them mad, I can't do it Brice it's hard." I felt the tears on my cheek as I spoke.
"Well just know I'm here for you." She said as she hugged me.
"Okay." I said as I went back out to the reception. Now it was time for the father daughter dance. I haven't seen my father since my parents got a divorce. My parents had a love, hate relationship. My dad was a drunk and he'd come home and hit my mom, one one night he burst into me and my sisters room. Her name was Ashlyn she was five years older than me, I was only 8 at the time and she hid me behind her so that dad would hit her instead of me. My mom came just in time to stop him and she called the police. It only took three days for her to file for divorce and get everything finalize and that was the end.
After that I threw my bouquet, my friend caught it. Mike had to take off my guarder, I was a little uncomfortable we had to do this in front of everyone. The grooms party gathered around behind the chair I sat in so Mike could take off my guarder. Mike came up to me before he bent down to bite off my guarder and he whispered in my ear.
"I can do more than this when we leave, if you know what I mean." I was as red as a ripe tomato, I couldn't believe my ears.
I couldn't believe what I just heard, I was in so much shock I didn't even feel when he bit off my guarder. Now it was the end of the reception. Me and Mike left first. We honeymooned in France. We took a plane that my mom paid for, it was a private plane. The bad thing about it is I hate going on planes. I always get sick. While I was changing and I began to throw up.
"Are you okay in there K?"
"Yea I'm fine."
"You've been in there for a while you sure."
"I'm sure."
"Just making sure." He said as I came out and laid on the bed. As I got in the bed Mike joined me.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked as he stared at me.
"I'm sure I always get sick whenever I get on planes." I said.
"Well I can make you feel better." He said as he kissed me. I couldn't do anything, my body was tired from running to throw up every five minutes and then having to rinse my mouth out afterwards every time. I didn't have enough strength to stop him. He pulled me closer to him, as his hands crept under my shirt, his body was so hard. I wanted him now, I never felt this way towards Mike or anyone else until now. He bit my neck and left me wanting him more.
"No." I moaned. He stopped.
"What's wrong." He asked curiously.
"You're my first." I said.
"Well I'll make sure you won't forget me." He said devilishly as he resumed biting my neck and I moaned. His hand crept up my thigh. My body began to shiver as his hand touched my skin.
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I woke up on Mikes chest.
"You're up now." He asked as he played with my hair. I couldn't help but smile.
"Yea." I said kissing him.
"Feeling better?" He asked.
"A little." I sighed as I put my clothes back on. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, then I returned to the bed.
"Round two?" Mike questioned.
"No not now." I laughed as I checked my phone. I seen a call, a miss call, and a call that I made to Kyle and a voicemail from him. I freaked out. Did Kyle just hear everything that just happened? I can't believe he just heard me. The caption interrupted my thoughts.
"This is your caption speaking wherever you are please stay there because we are about to land and please don't move."