All Chapters of Love Me, Mikayla : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MIKAYLA. . ."May God bless you and keep you; may the Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious unto you; may He lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace." My Dad cups my face, kissing my forehead as he blesses me with the Lord's Word. How lovely."Amen," I smile, nodding my head as I pull back.Holding the plate, then I feed him the cake. It is my fourteenth birthday, after all! One of my favorite days of the year which I celebrate at least for a month.He holds my wrist, enjoying the entire piece. I giggle, wanting to give him my whole cake. He then takes another piece and feeds me. I only have half of it, putting down the rest after he cuts it.After that, I feed my Mama and my other family members. When I cut more pieces to serve my friends, including Blondie because I had no other way than to invite him, I happily serve them. But not when I come face to face with Blondie.Why are the pieces still left?"Congrats for finally being fourteen years old on this ear

MIKAYLA. . .The loud voice of the card slapping against our glass table grabs everyone's attention as I throw the stupid card right in front of my mother.Everybody in the living room is now staring at me while I am fuming with hot anger, done with looking at the ugly shine of the wedding invitation card in front of me, on the table, in front of my Mama."What's this?" I grit out, grabbing my hips. Impatiently, I begin tapping my foot on the floor."Oh, Mickey," she smiles at me, holding the card, "This is Barak and your wedding invitation—""Darn it, Mama, I can see it! But why? I don't remember agreeing to marry that Blondie!""Mickey, language. Is this even a way to talk to your mother?" My sister-in-law chides, frowning at me. She had sent her kid away the moment she saw me entering the living room."And about the injustice she's doing to me?""Your Daddy asked you, Mickey and you said yes, don't you remember this?" Mama interrupts, standing up from the couch to address me."Bec

MIKAYLA. . .Pushing away my hair, I walk towards my car. The underground area is not as cool as the wideway outside. My feet walk in urgency because I wish to leave as soon as possible.Especially after the nonsense that's been done in the meeting.What's even special here? I came to him, thinking that he might understand my concern and agree to deny his parents. If he can't understand me then at least see that we can't fit together but I wonder what's wrong with this guy.Is he right in his head?I push my hand into my bag in search of the key when he stops me from behind, calling out my name, "Mikayla."I turn around, giving him a cold look.Sharp and cold eyes set on me, he comes to me, his walk dominant and graceful. I have noticed it before because he always induced such sharpness in his features and charms of his movements that nobody could deny, let alone ignore."Aunt Damaris called me," Mama has grown this obsession of contacting him every time.How lovely. She is already b

MIKAYLA. . ."What are you doing here?" He asks me, eyes running around as if checking for any threat. As soon as his neck turns, my eyes catch the sight of a beauty spot under the end of his jaw.Treacherous eyes."My wish," I grumble and walk past him, trying to avoid the cold air surrounding me that tortures me.I shouldn't have left my bag inside. It is about sundown, unlike when I came out and the sky was brighter than normal days.He follows me, catching my side and speed. I'm practically running, taking long strides even if my lungs decide to answer me soon. I just want to get away from him."Of course, but I was just worried about you," he says, the words that scratch my mind, wishing to make a hole and dwell there forever.Well, I don't care.I don't answer him as we enter the building. Warmth envelopes me. We find our family members and I get my bag, taking out my jacket and clasping the first three buttons.Fortunately, they have done their shopping and I mentally bless my

BARAK. . ."Tomorrow is your engagement with Mikayla Uriel, the girl you hate to the core. She burns your entire existence but you're ready to let her be your wife."Through the narrow ways of my eyes that find no interest in the sight before me, I dart my attention to Arad. His arm raises leisurely as to hold the white stick between his fingers and let the gray smoke be released through his mouth. The ashy odor is sick."Strange, isn't it?""Love is not only blind...""It's dumb, deaf and crazy, too."Humorless laughter spills throughout the silent cabin of mine, caged by the glass walls."But here, it's hatred, right?""What runs through his mind, I wonder.""You better not know," I finally chip in, lowering my eyelids to the screen of my phone that burns my eyes.I scroll down, having nothing else to do and her picture pops in. The one that was sent to me when I was in America. My heart hushes to the soul of mine about her beauty."Why? Is it dark or funny?""No, it's madness. Daw