Raymond held the bloody kutsilyo at my mom.
" And if you do anything to stop the wedding, I'll kill him! Any you too!" He yelled.
Mom had tears stream down her face. " Summer, there ain't a thing I can do to stop the wedding, so you're becoming a bride at 17." She mumbled.
Raymond shot a devilish grin. " You ready to become Mrs. Raymond Walker?" He said, rubbing his hand over my cheek.
I looked up at him with the darkest, coldest stare. I formed my lips to say no, but I looked over at my father, who was in so much pain because of me.
I bit my lip. " Yes, I am." Raymond smiled and gave me the tightest...
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