A Bride's Defiance

A young bride stands at the altar, her heart racing as she faces a future she never chose. In a moment of defiance that shocks everyone present, she makes a decision that will change the course of her

Walking down the aisle like a lamb to the slaughter, her heart drumming in her chest, beads of sweat streaming down her perfectly made-up face, her hands quivering as she held the bouquet of flowers, all eyes on her.

There he stood. The very monster she never dreamed to be tied to. Her Father whispering words of gratitude to her sounded like a pastor reading out a bible verse at a burial ground. How did she get here, she tried to scan her memory, but only fear and the lack of will, passed through the screens of her thoughts.

Zion was daring and demanding, he got whatever he wanted as a child. He wanted her and there was nothing to she could to stop it. Her mother urging her to take his hand was like death calling you to Hades. Her father was not a man to say something and not see it get done; he was a no-nonsense man; no was not found in his dictionary. The life they were living was one nobody in the family wanted to continue with. This rich, handsome fellow, was their way out, and she was the key.

The day she raised her voice against the path they wanted her to take, her body experienced all kinds of pain from the severe beating her dad gave her that day. Her mother uttered words she had never used in her life to her face. It looked there was no way out, only through this door that led to death.

Zion never wasted an opportunity to hurt her, his words flew like arrows into her heart, her face red hot from every slap. The fear of getting beaten by her father kept her mouth closed shut, and her will power dead. Even her closet friend Rebacca, knew nothing about. The door of freedom slowing closing up by the fear that held her from speaking up, from taking decisions for herself.

The memories ran through her mind as her father handed over her hand to this monster. She could see her mother’s grin and the smirk plastered on the face of her father. She could hardly breathe as the priest spoke about happiness; it sounded like death to her ear. A voice speaking freedom was all she heard. Her heart racing as she gave in to a thought-a conclusion she was not going to turn back from. “Its my life and I won’t let them rule it”, she said in her mind.

“Will you Miss Janet take Master Zion as your lovely wedded husband?”, the old faded voice of the priest brought her back to her reality. She looked cold dead into Zion’s eyes. The smirk on his face slowly losing its way off his face. “No”, she answered. The whole congregation thrown in to confusion. Her father staring dead into her eyes. But this fear that held her mouth shut and killed her will till this point was not going to have its way now.

Snatching her hand from the monster’s tight grip. She gathered her dress and walked down the aisle. She could hear her father talking but couldn’t make out the words. Disobedient, failure, disowned was all she could make out. Her mother’s calls rang through her ear, the eyes of the congregation piercing through her body, but she was not going back now. She turned to see the face of her monster; an expression of hate clearly seen. Revenge boldly in scripted in his eyes. But whatever the consequences of her actions may be all she knew was...she was not going to lose her life.

She walked through the door, overcoming her fears.