Hello my beautamous readers...I hope there's a lot of you.
He vaulted over the window and disapeared right as the door opened, Bill stood in the doorway.
He breathed a sigh, "You look so beautiful Caroline, it's time to go." He reached out to take her hand but she wrenched it away.
"No." She spat, tears raining down.
He grabbed her shoulder and wrenched her around, "It's time to go darling." She beat her fists agaist him, puching him away, fighting him in every way possible.
"Get away from me!"
"I'M DOING THIS FOR YOUR GREATER GOOD!" He grabbed her forearm in an angry visegrip, "Lets go Caroline!"
"Let me go!" She screamed as he drug her down the hall. He shouldered open two huge oak doors and shoved her inside, Caroline stumbled slightly. It was a small room, there was no isle, no wedding march, no envious brides maids or gushing mothers. All eyes were dry exept for a dark skinned girl who was sobbing quietly in the front. In truth, everyone else in the room looked bored, exept for the man standing next to the officiator, he looked drepresed and and angry. He was starring down at the floor, lost in thought, but her comotion had roused him. He stole an icy glance and their gazes locked, his eyes narrowed begrudingly.
She stormed up to the front of the group, painfully aware of her messy hair and tear streaked mascara, but she didn't care. These murmmering people in fancy suits were foriegn to her, and she instantly hated each and every one of them. These were the people who were taking her life away.
She stopped infront of the sharp figured man, he had clean cut black hair and an Itailian profile. He probably would have looked very attractive if he wasn't so miserable. His shoulders slumped as he stared at the floor, stealing subtle glances at the crying girl every so offten.
Ahhhhh, so she's his girlfriend, no wonder he was so angry when he looked at her. Caroline could take his deep, glarring, brown eyes, she knew exactly how he felt.
She turned to the open mouthed officiator, "Well? Get on with it!" She huffed and crossed her arms over her cheast, the man's shoulders shook a little as he let out a dry chuckle.
The officiator gave her a shocked, startled look before stammaring, "Oh-OK will the congregation please rise?"
Everyone stood, the crying girl finally looked up at Caroline, her face was pleading. Pleading with her, begging her not to steal her man.
Too bad Caroline didn't have a choice.
Tell me what you think please.