I have decided to rewrite the second chapter because I was unhappy with how it turned out. This one is longer, written in Mikayla's point of view and is quite different. I will keep the old second chapter because some might like that one, some might like this one but anyway enjoy the rewrite!

I stayed close behind my dad as he ran into the dark Kinkow forest. My dad turned around but as he did, I ducked into the bushes. My dad couldn't know I was here, he was mad enough as is.

I searched my surroundings to see a figure huddled up behind a nearby tree. I carefully walked over to the tree making as little noise as possible.

"Brady?" I asked.

His head came out from behind his knees as he unrolled himself from the fetal position. He smiled at me as I knelt down beside him.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned.

"Brady we need to leave before my dad finds you and skins you alive," I insisted.

"You're kidding right?"

"No, now come on," I replied as I grabbed onto his arm and pulled him onto his feet.

He interlocked his fingers with mine as I lead him out of the forest.

"Where should we go?" Brady asked.

"I think it would be best if we went back to the castle."

"What? Are you insane! That's the first place he will look," Brady exclaimed.

"We can't hide from him forever. We have to just accept what happened and face him like adults."

"I'm only seventeen; I'm not ready to die," Brady whimpered, "Why can't we just go hid for like ten years until your dad forgets?"

I groaned. I guess he can't handle being sweet and mature for long periods of time.

Surprisingly Brady noticed what I was feelings and he pulled me into a hug. He stroked my hair with one hand and held tightly onto me with the other.

"I'm sorry, I know I may not be the best guy most of the time and I know I act way too immature all the time but I never meant for things to happen this way. I always thought we would come together in some magical romantic way, one that would be too awesome for anyone to think of standing in our way. I know that's stupid and immature but I just like you so much. I wanted everything to be perfect but I guess I messed up again."

"Brady, you didn't mess up. Yeah maybe what we did last night wasn't the smartest thing and maybe we should have handled things better this morning but overall everything turned out like it should. My dad is only upset because I'm his little girl and he doesn't want to see me grow up. I know it has nothing to do with you because he has said countless times how much he likes you."

Brady placed his hand on my cheek and pulled my lips against his.

"I don't know what I did to deserve a great girl like you."

"Now will you go back to the castle with me and face my dad?"

Brady nodded.

"What are you guys doing here? Mason's upstairs!" Boomer exclaimed as we walked in the castle doors.

"We don't care," Brady answered.

"But he's going to kill you!"

"He's right," Mason stated as he walked down the stairs.

I held tightly onto Brady as my dad approached us.

"I'll give you two choices. Number one, you die..."

"I think I'll go with the second one," Brady replied.

"Number two you get married."

Boomer, who was conveniently standing behind Mason and drinking water, spit out his water right onto Mason's back. Mason growled.

"Daddy I don't want to get married," I stated.

"I will not have you shame our family."

"Daddy that's not fair!"

"Mikayla you know the traditions of the island."

"I'm confused what's going on?" Boomer questioned.

"Do you really have that short of an attention span?" Brady yelled in frustration.

"This morning..." I reminded.

"Oh that?" Boomer replied, "Why are you still mad about that Mason?"

"He deflowered my baby!" Mason shouted.

"Mason I know we are young but we love each other. And It's not like we did what we did just for fun," Brady pointed out.

"Then get married!" Mason roared.

"Why don't you just make a deal?" Boomer suggested.

"Like what?" I asked.

"How about Brady and Mikayla stay away from each other? That way my brother doesn't have to die or get married," Boomer responded.

"I'll agree to that," Mason stated.

The focus changed to me and Brady. We looked at each other. We barely even got a day together and now we were going to be forced to stay away from each other?

"How long do we have to stay away from each other?" Brady questioned in a very serious tone of voice.

"Until Mikayla is 21 and is officially an adult," Mason responded.

"Okay. We will stay away from each other for four years," Brady answered.

"Brady!" I screamed.

"Mikayla we have to do this, we have no choice."

"But I love you..."

"I love you too. Don't worry, the time will fly by," Brady assured.

"Mikayla please follow me to the conference room, we need to talk about a change in schedule."

I looked back at Brady. He was trying to stay strong but I knew he was breaking inside. For almost a year now he has wanted to be with me more than anything but now as his dream is finally come true, it is all falling apart.

I noticed as a guard grabbed Brady and shoved him downstairs.

"Where are they taking him?" I questioned.

"One month in the dungeon," Mason replied sourly.

"Daddy, remember when you met mom? You were only nineteen years old."

"That was different!"

"No it wasn't. The only difference was that you agreed to marry mom."

"Mikayla..."

"Normal teenagers don't have to go through this, it's just because I live on this stupid island with all these dumb old fashioned rules," I complained.

"Go see him."

"What?"

"Go see Brady."

"You changed your mind?"

"I know keeping you away from him won't change anything, if anything you will want him even more but just promise me no more sex."

"I promise," I smiled.

I hugged my dad before rushing down to the dungeon.

As soon as I got there I saw Brady sitting in the corner strumming his guitar.

"Hey," I smiled.

"Mikayla," Brady put down his guitar and rushed over to me.

I kissed him through the bars.

"You're not supposed to be here, what are you doing?" Brady questioned.

"My dad told me to come see you. He said we could see each other as long as we slow down are relationship."

"I don't care about sex. I just want to be with you," Brady smiled.

"I feel the exact same way," I replied before passionately kissing him again.