SECOND CHANCE: A Runaway Bride

AH'S

ounding harder like it would explode soon. The thoughts of what their reactions would be like scar

a whisper and took deep breaths. Calming every fiber in me.

ghty but stopped what they were doing as soon

ra asked as she dropped her legs

sorry.” I a

weren't naked else, a death sentence straight up. Even with the way they looked at me.

re.” Theodore cursed as he

ut apologizing again

me upset the more!” He sh

come in. But its my life an

ora asked while arranging he

o tell them how I feel. It's better to say it now or forever I will

d with her tone a bi

d off almost immediately and I lowered m

get married to that man. He is too old and rude. All my life I

row and got up. He picked his w

raised his hand to hit me but was stopped by C

your marriage to Mr. Hilton?” She as

an't b

she followed with a fo

married...” Yet to finish my sent

ose to repay us.” I kept receiving aggressive slaps from her. She also

bbed my hair so tight, pulli

are a nobody and you will remain so.”

painful

on my hair. And on the wooden chair near, she bang

did, “You will get married to him or e

n't just saying. Also knowing what she is capabl

ry him.” I said loud

away to join her husband who was sitting on the e

since then, I dare not to dust off diets when around them. I quickly opened the door to leave when I heard Theodor

? What could it be? What are they hiding and

ears. Theodore and Cora adopted me, at first I was being loved and cared for but after the birth

n coming for my hand in marriage were humiliated. Some didn't want to let go but

oom, I bumped into Steph

um and dad angry as usual.”

rgue so, I began to move aw

me. I am still talking.” She sa

to come out. I looked up at he

't. The worst thing I can do is hurt her. They would ki

ou want?”

lood.” She said and started laughing

the bathroom to check out my face. And there I saw a sk

. It was bound to happen after the long pulling of my hair. She even

m tired of everything.

lothes. Not like I have any fancy one. I took a bedsheet I hanged on the small rope in the room and spread it on the ground. Then, folded s

upstairs. Maybe they wanted me out of their lives. I couldn't stop the tears

stions kept ringing in my head, “Why me? Why can't I be happy?