Beta'd by Scouse my crazy girlfriend that made me make her a grill cheese at 2:30am. LOL!

Rating PG-13

Chapter 3

He hasn't stopped whistling since dinner. My father has never been so happy or excited before. His eldest daughter is marrying the prophet. I bet he has been bragging to all his priesthood buddies too. Most days I wish they would have taken me away with Glen; however, I know that would never happen. I know why too.

I had heard Mr. Frank talking about it. Basically, they get rid of the younger men in the community so the higher ups can have younger girls to choose from for their brides. The more I think about everything that goes on inside this compound, the more I wonder if God has anything to do with it.

Lately, I seem to find myself daydreaming more and more about life not around the Mormon lifestyle. A life where my father is just my dad who loves me for me and only wants me to be happy. My mother to be the sort of person with her own thoughts and feelings and not afraid to voice them. To finish high school and go to college where I can do anything. Now I picture Ashley in my dreams as well. At least after tomorrow, I can see her all the time.

Tomorrow is my wedding day. It's supposed to be the most wonderful day of my life and yet I fear it the most. My wedding or my imprisonment as I've named it is nothing like I thought it would be. I'm not marrying someone of my choosing or age. I wish I could runaway tonight but I have nowhere to go. I'm trapped.

Sleep doesn't come at all tonight. Visions of my impending doom being overshadowed by curly hair and sparks. God, please let tomorrow never come.

"Spencer honey, time to get up" is whispered into my ear. I mumble before turning over and covering my head with the pillow.

Pillow being yanked away "Get up now! It's your wedding day" The cheeriness in her voice is making me sick. Please don't remind me.

"I'm up" Someone kill me please.

"We have a lot to do today to get ready." With that my mother stands up and leaves my room.

Rolling out of bed, I stand in front of my mirror. I stare at my reflection willing it to give me the answers I seek. Besides, after today, I will not even be my own person. I'm so scared.

A knock at my door stops my panic for the moment. I wonder who it is now to spread their cheer.

Opening the door, I'm met with the last person I expected to see.

"Why are you here?" shock evident in my voice.

"I'm here to help you get ready, of course" the rasp of her voice is like music to my ears.

"I mean. Why you Ashley?"

"I offered" Does that mean she wanted to see me and talk to me alone as much as I wanted to with her?

"Oh" I wasn't sure what else to say.

Crest fallen, she turns to leave. "If you don't want me to …"

"No stay" I grab hold of her arm and the sparks are back ten fold. We both stare at my hand for what seems like forever before we look up and lock eyes. I can see the same questions burning in her eyes as mine.

"Do you feel that too?" She whispers.

"Yes"

"Why do I only feel it when I touch you or you touch me?" Confusion mirrors both our faces.

"I don't know. Maybe it's a sign that we where suppose to meet or something"

"Maybe. Come on lets get you ready for your big day" NO! NO! NO! NO! I want to just stay in my room with Ashley all day.

Heartbroken, I surrender to getting ready. Ash braids my hair and helps me with my dress. My wedding is approaching quickly. I pray for her to take me by the hand and runaway with me into the unknown.

"You know Spence, I think we are going to be great friends" The smile that erupts onto my face at Ashley's statement and her nickname for me is contagious because she smiles too.

"Friends" Maybe being friends with her will help me figure everything else out if not confuse me a lot more.

"You are beautiful Spencer" I look over to her and she is just staring at me not blinking. I blush at the complement though.

"Thanks"

"Well come on its time" I almost forgot about that for a moment.

The rest of the day is a blur. I remember arriving at his house and people all around. There was music too. My father basically dragging me down the isle. I heard an I do from the stranger beside me. I can't really remember at all if I said anything at all. There was a kiss too. It was my first and so not what I imaged it to be like. Like I said before it was a blur. The only thing I do know is that I'm married. I have become the eleventh sister wife to our prophet. I'm no longer Spencer Carlin.

I feel an arm go around me but no spark. Looking at the person who has invaded my personal space, I find it to my newly appointed husband. "I hope you are looking forward to tonight" is whispered in my ear. I say nothing because I'm scared to death.

Ashley is staring at us from across the yard. There is a fire in her eyes but different from last time. Is she jealous? I just wish I knew if was of him or me. I really hope she is jealous of him with his arm around me and not the other way around. These thoughts that keep popping randomly in my head are starting to scare me because they are not thoughts I should be having about a girl. My head tells me its wrong but my heart tells me to go with it and to trust it. I've always done what is right by our laws but now I'm willing to risk it all to figure out my own feelings and hopefully Ashley's too.

The sun is starting to set and the day is almost over. It's official this has been the shortest day of my life so far.

Everyone stops by and congratulates us, well technically him. There is nothing for me to celebrate. People are starting to leave which means its coming to end for everyone else, and the beginning of my nightmare.