Chapter 2

Kiara’s Pov 

       I wasn’t sure I’ve ever felt this angry in my entire nineteen years. The fact that my entire life has automatically been decided by my father all because the stupid actions of my seventeen years old brother, while my mother could do nothing but watch, made me so much angrier.

Lisa’s hands were around me in comfort but I shrugged it off and got to my feet, turning sideways and making my upstairs. The sound of Micah speaking made me turn around to pin him with an angry scowl.

“You had better swallow your goddamn apologies because it’s making me angrier. I hope you’re happy now that you’ve succeeded in completing ruining my entire life.” 

I made my way upstairs after that, heading straight for mum’s room and pounding on the door furiously.

“Open the door, mum.” I snapped while banging hard on the door. It got pulled open after a few moments and mum stood at the doorway, an exparated look on her face.

“What do you want, Kiara?” Her voice was flat, and that made me angrier.

“You watched as father gave me away, without even bothering to say a thing. How could you?!” 

Mum let out a sigh and an eye roll. “Kiara, we both knew there was nothing I could do. The tantrum you threw downstairs is quite mortifying, don’t throw another one right now because I would not entertain you.” 

I spluttered and took a step backwards. “Do you hate me that much?! What are you even saying? Can you even hear yourself?” 

I shook my head with a bitter laugh. “Oh my gosh, why did I ever bother to expect a little from you? I mean, I knew you were always a shitty mother, I knew you always hated me, but I didn’t know it was to this extent.”

“I never wanted this life, Kiara. You were the reason I was forced to get married to your father. You’re the reason why I hate life everyday. You’re the reason why I’m in a loveless marriage today.” There was anger in mum’s voice this time.

I scoffed and folded my hands. “Don’t you dare throw in this card right now. It’s not my fault that you and dad made me when you did, don’t try to shift the blame on me because it wasn’t like I asked to be born.”

“You’d never understand, Kiara.” She said this time with another sigh.

“Of course. The usual. I’d have suggest you make me understand but I know even you do not understand yourself.” 

“Go to your bedroom, Kiara. You’d be leaving my hair in three days and guess what? I won’t be missing you because you’re literally a pain in the ass.”

I couldn’t help it, that cracked the ice in my chest, but I did manage to hold back the tears.

“Fuck you, mum. I hate you so much and I wish I had a different mother.”

“Same here, Kiara. Now, run along to your bedroom before I lose it.”

~~~

   I did end up breaking down in my bedroom, and I hated myself for it. Tears made me feel weak and I hated that feeling so much. I didn’t end up getting to sleep until early morning for a few hours.

Lisa kept asking me if I was okay when I emerged from my bedroom in the afternoon and I kept nodding my head at her. It was quite obvious that I wasn’t doing fine though.

The moment Micah attempted to speak to me, with an apologetic look on his face, a furious look from me had made him crumble and scramble away from him.

It wasn’t long before Mum cornered me in the kitchen, hands folded high on her chest.

“Go get ready, we’re to head to the designer’s boutique to pick a wedding dress for you.”

I spluttered. “What?”

“A wedding dress, Kiara. You need one in order to get married.”

“I’m not going to get a stupid wedding dress.” 

“If you don’t go get ready, I’d get your bodyguards to bundle you up in the car like this right now. If you want to do this the easy or hard way, please let me know right away.”

~~~

   As expected, a fight had broken out between mum and i at the designer’s store.

That night, I was eating a fruit, the first thing I was eating today, when Micah came to apologize again.

“To be honest, I hate you so much right now. And no, I’m very sure I’d never be able to forgive you.” I snapped at him angrily, hitting his shoulder as I walked past him.

I was on Lisa’s bed with her that night, while cradling her hands in mine. Tears were swimming in her eyes and her lips were trembling.

She was crying, because I had told her I was running away.

What I was about to do was very dangerous, but I was positive it won’t be as dangerous as getting married to the mafia lord. Merely thinking about it was making me shudder in fear.

“I promise to be careful, and I’d always love you… always. 

That had been the end of our conversation. I timed everything, formulated the plan and went over it countless times.

The plan was going so smoothly, stealing the keys had been so easy. The hitch had come when I had been about to climb over the fence, that had been when I had been caught.

To say dad had been furious was an understatement, and as expected, I was punished thoroughly for it. After that, the security around me tightened unbelievably. It was obvious that Lisa was relieved that I hadn’t succeeded in running away, she’d just never be able to understand.

The stare of the guards while they kept watch over me didn’t help my nerves in any way, and I tried my best to block them out. 

~~~

    Like an unending nightmare, the wedding day arrived, and never had I wanted to die so much like I wanted to do so much today. My life was literally a joke at this point and I had no wish to live any longer.

“Can you attempt to appear a little happier?” Dad demanded, standing directly outside the church. The congregation of the church was already filled up and the orchestras were already playing the familiar tune which a bride and her father would walk down the aisle with.

I scoffed angrily. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have it in you to pretend to be happy if you were in my shoes right now.”

A slap to my face made my head whip sideways, which only made me scowl harder at him while my cheek stung, still fully determined to remain defiant.

“It’s a good thing you’re getting married to someone like Xavier. Let’s see if you’d still be this mouthy with him.” Dad said next, as we both turned around, ready to begin the walk.

I dropped my veil over my face, and it managed to conceal my scowl, but not the burning anger in my eyes.