So I decided to take your guys' advice and make a new thread for the story, that way there isn't useless pages. I will posting parts one and two only for now, as I'm having trouble finishing part three. Thanks again for reading. Part One She walked down the aisle. As she drew closer to the bastard, she felt utmost fear and hatred for him, growing with every carefully placed footstep. He stood before her, a fake, welcoming, and handsome grin on his smug face. It made her fear him more, this wolf in sheep's clothing. She reached the altar, now face to face with the man she has to marry, the man that will ensure that she doesn't die alone. The man that **** her. She looks up into his eyes and sees him looking at her body, every curve and crevice. Her blood turns to stone. She wants to scream, but can't. She hears the pastor talking, but it is just a desolate murmur to her. She can't stop looking into his eyes. She notices his mouth move, but words are inaudible. She pleads to anyone to stop it from happening, but she still can't do anything but stare. She then sees movement at the doorway of the church. A man walks in late to the ceremony, and sits at the back on her family and friends' side.