Arranged to be Married

Abigail's parents have arranged for her to marry a boy named Benjamin. Abigail and Benjamin were friends when they were younger and she thought she might marry him someday. But things changed and she no longer felt that way about him. She's in love with somebody else. Her best friend, but she doesn't know how he feels about her and she doesn't want to tell him her feelings and mess their whole friendship up. Read to find out what she decides to do.

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4. The Big Day

As soon as I took that first step into the aisle everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I've always been told that it goes by so fast, but this was defiantly not going by fast. It took so long to get there. I felt like I was walking through quicksand and being restrained with chains. My feet were so heavy I swear they should've fallen off by now. I took it one step at a time. Left, right, left, right. I felt like I was marching. Why did this damn aisle have to be so long? Why couldn't it just be short enough so I could just take ten steps and be there? I looked at the people in the crowd, I hardly recognized any of them. Then again, I didn't invite any of them either. The only person I asked to come was Zayn, and that didn't even happen. Absolutely nothing in this wedding was picked out or even approved by me. I thought it was supposed to be my big day, not my mother's. The unfamiliar guests, the man taking my father's place beside me, the beautiful light blue and white decorations, The flowers in my hands, my bridesmaids or maid of honor, my wedding dress, or even the man I'm marrying, I didn't agree on any of it, but when did I ever get to have a say in it?

I looked at the guests and saw there faces with a smile on it go to a face of slight confusion, but not wanting to show it. I suddenly remembered that I should probably be smiling. As soon as I did, their puzzled faces lit up again into their cheery smiles.

I looked down the aisle and saw that it had a red carpet all the way down. How traditional. There were white rose pedals that my train swept along with me as I walked.

I tried to walk faster, causing me to sink deeper into the quicksand.

I heard the traditional wedding march song. Was there anything unique about this wedding?

I always dreamed that my big day would have something to do with me. I wanted to wear a pink dress and dance down the aisle to my favorite song. When I told my mother about my plans she scolded me and said that my idea was unrealistic. I wanted to invite my all my friends, and family, and people that I knew. And I was going to be covered in sparkles, head to toe. After the wedding, Zayn and I would drive to the reception hall in my Mustang, instead of the traditional limo. We would dance to pop songs instead of slow songs and be crazy if we wanted to. I wouldn't care what would happen, as long as I got to be who I really was and with who I really wanted to be with.

I jumped out of my thoughts when I suddenly stopped walking. I looked up and saw Ben standing in front of me. I let go of Matt's arm and gave Matt a hug.

"Thank you." I whispered in his ear.

Ben took my hand and helped me up the two small steps, like a complete gentleman. We stood facing each other. And the officiant began reading.

"Please join hands, look into each other’s eyes, and repeat after me:

I, Benjamin Davis take thee, Abigail Lawrence, for my lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health as long as we both shall live."

"I, Benjamin Davis, take thee, Abigail Lawrence, for my lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health as long as we both shall live." Ben repeated. Then it was my turn.

"I, Abigail Lawrence, take thee, Benjamin Davis, for my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health as long as we both shall live." the officiant said.

I wanted to leave right there, too run away and never come back, to hide for the rest of my life, hide away from Ben. Now I wish I would have listened to Zayn, I wish I would've run away with him and not tell a soul where we went. But it was too late. I was here and I had to do this. I took a deep breath.

"I, Abigail Lawrence, take thee, Benjamin Davis, for my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health as long as we both shall live." I looked at Ben and he looked relieved. Did he really think I would do something as cold as leave him at the altar? Well, actually, he would've been pretty spot on.

"If anybody wishes to object, speak now, or forever hold your peace." the officiant said. I looked around the sanctuary. Nobody stood up. "You may kiss the bride."

I paused for a second, "This is it." I thought, "my life is going to forever change." I started to lean in but I stopped.

"Wait!" somebody yelled. I shot up straight, so did Ben. Everybody turned to look at the back of the sanctuary. "I object!" he yelled. He started walking towards us.

"Zayn?!" Ben and I said at the same time but with totally different emotions. I was happy for some reason, while Ben was furious. He looked as if he was about to walk over to Zayn and rip his head off.

"This woman should not marry this man." Zayn spoke loud enough so everybody could hear. I heard loud gasps and murmurs from everybody in the room. "This man doesn't deserve this woman. She is a beautiful, wonderful, kind girl who deserves so much better. Where as this man, this man who abuses her and forces her to marry him without even giving her the option, doesn't deserve anything. She is being forced into this marriage. She cried to me last night about this, about marrying him. She's too young. She is only 18. She's not ready for this. She needs to go out and find a man that will treat her right, a man that she loves, not a man her mother loves. He is just in this for the money. She doesn't love him, and he doesn't love her. I do."

 

 

 

 

 

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