I was watching Hot N Cold by Katy Perry and all of a sudden, I had this crazy idea. So, why don't you just read and tell me if it's worth continueing. And it's really short cause it's past midnight here. So yeah.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
"Bella, are you ready?" My mom, Renee asked as she peered into the room through the small crack in the door. I wiped the tears that were ruining my make-up and slightly nodded my head once. She grinned and closed the door behind. Tears fell onto my cheeks.
I was getting married. To a person I absolutely despised. Mike Newton. And the worst part is: I had no say in it, at all. I was forced to do something I didn't want. My great, great grandfather was in debt towards Mike's great, great grandfather and couldn't pay. From there, it was settled. From the minute I was born, I was betrothed to Mike, the most stupid, immature, womanizing jackass ever in Forks. He knew he was betrothed, yet he still dates most of the girls in school every week. Even after our senior year, he still goes out with other girls.
I had a whole future ahead of me. I was going to Harvard and was about to explore the world, learn each country's culture and their way of life before I start my career but no, Mike said I'd be too busy taking care of his kids while he works at his parent's sports shop. Like I would be caught dead having his children! I could barely touch him, let alone have his kids! I swear, that boy is so full of himself.
I wiped the tears again and fixed my dress. Everyone was waiting for me outside. Charlie, Renee, Angela, Jessica, Jacob, Billy and the others, they were all waiting. I grabbed my bouquet of lilies and walked slowly outside. Charlie was waiting near the door and was smiling softly at me. I linked his arms with mine and nodded as a sign I was ready to be legally married to Mike fucking Newton.
"Bells, you don't have to do this. It's obvious you don't love Mike. You know we have the money to pay the debts that my grandfather left us. You don't have to do this. You have a choice, Bells." He said in his fatherly tone.
"I don't have a choice, dad. I don't. I'm about to be married to Mike whether I love him or not and stay home and take care of his kids. That's that and I can't do anything about it. It's called faith." I said, making a disgusted face in the end.
"But you do. You could live up to your dreams. The future wasn't written in stone and neither is faith. Remember that, Bells." He assured, looking at me in the eyes. He's so stubborn, he never gives up! I thought. I guess I inherited that gene from him.
"Dad, let's not talk about this, dad. Not right now." I sighed, breaking eye contact. He nodded slowly and patted my hand. I gave him a small smile.
"Alright. Ready, Bells?" He asked. Tears were starting to form in my eyes; all I could do was nod.
Right on cue, the band started to play the music and Charlie led me to the altar. Different facials filled the church. Renee had tears in her eyes as she watched her baby girl finally get married. Jacob, Billy and Angela had smiles plastered on their faces. I guess they were happy for me. As for Jessica and Lauren, their eyes were filled with pure jealousy towards me. Mike's parents on the other side of the room had a smugly and proud expression on. Bastards.
Fortunately, I managed to arrive to the altar without falling flat on my face but unfortunately, I'm about to become the second Mrs. Newton. Mike had a huge grin on his face. He was always after me, begging me to give my virginity to him. I told him to wait after we were married and he threw a tantrum every time! I'm not surprised if I caught him with some other girl on our bed. I shivered in disgust.
The priest started off with the vows. I was completely honest about my vows. Of course it was pretty hard to find any good things about Mike, but I did find…some. After listening to Mike's vows, I was pretty sure he copied that from some, cheesy Hallmark card. Followed by the vows were the ring exchanges. There was nothing out of the ordinary there. Then, it was time for the 'I do's. I gulped.
"Michael Newton, do you take Isabella Swan to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" The priest asked.
"I do." Mike answered, enthusiastically. The priest nodded and turned to me.
"And do you Isabella Swan; take Michael Newton to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" He repeated the same question.
I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out. The room fell silent; you could hear a pin drop! And I silently hope, a pin might actually drop to decrease the pressure on me. I looked around the church and everyone's expression was the same. They looked confused. I stole a glance at Charlie. Charlie had that fatherly look on his face again, one that screamed 'This is your choice!'. This is my choice.
"I-I-I can't do this. I can't. I'm sorry, Mike. I can't be your wife. You might be a great husband someday, but just not for me. I-I have to go." I blurted out. The room erupted into gasps. Mrs Newton even fainted onto Mr Newton's arms. I kicked off my heels and ran out of the altar.
"You will be mine, Bella. I'll track you down everywhere and anywhere you go. Just remember, you can run but you can't hide!" I heard Mike yell and by the sounds of it, he was furious.
I ran outside into the pouring rain, climbed onto my red Chevy and started to drive.
Where to? I have no idea.
Is it worth continueing?