Blood Fued

Mia Kincaid:“Oh my gosh, Mia.” Rose gasps in awe. “The gold-plated, diamond-encrusted, moon-shaped pendant at the jeweller's was so beautiful. I regret stepping foot in that damn store because now I want something I’ll never be able to afford for myself.” She mutters with a deep sigh of longing.I chuckle and shake my head. Rose, my dear sister, who is three years older than I am, is your typical average female who loves bright and shiny things that we don’t have the luxury of affording.To try to lessen the long-term heartache she will inevitably suffer, I reply, “One day soon, you shall marry a man who will shower you with lavish gifts fit for a queen, Rose, and that pendant will be long forgotten.”“Ugh, I won’t hold my breath. The men my age still act like hormonal teenage boys.” Disappointment coats her words as she visibly shudders beside me. “But… I bet the man we bumped into at the entrance of the store could give a woman everything she desired. He screamed: money, power, and

Mia Kincaid:I can’t stop the tears from spilling down my cheeks or prevent my heart from breaking any further. The images of my family not fighting for me will forever be seared deep into my mind, consistently slashing my heart with a thorn-spiked-like whip.My mother willingly sent me away.Nate didn’t save me.My father didn’t stop my mother.Rose didn’t come to my rescue.I thought they loved me. I thought we would always stand together as one, no matter how fierce the storm is that we are forced to face together.My entire world crumbled around me as they all stood there, watching me being dragged away against my own free will, without an explanation as to why or where I was going.Every time I pleaded with the two men who took me to answer my frantic pleas, they shared a look between themselves and continued to ignore me the entire ride. Even when we arrived at our final destination, here, they refused to answer me.Instead, they dragged me inside this large mansion, kicking and

Mia Kincaid:After a sleepless night of loosening the stiff latch, I managed to pry the window open and carefully slip through the gap without making a sound.The thought of marrying a man I do not love or even like makes me feel queasy. My captor told me that I must pay for the sins my father had committed against his family.Sins, I know nothing about.But I do know that one thing is clear, which is my mother willingly tossed me to the wolves to save their asses, and I deserve to know why.Why me?Does her hatred for me burn so deep into her soul that she could toss me aside like a stray kitten from her litter?After twenty-two years, does she feel no true love towards me?These questions have been circling my brain cells all night, and I demand to know what the hell is going on.The sun has just risen, and as I cautiously make my way down the flimsy fence line resting against the side of the mansion, my eyes scan my surroundings.I take cover behind the small hedge, watching the th

Mia Kincaid:I let Rose and my father guide me into the house I once cherished as home, just yesterday. The instant we step into the living room, Rose embraces me tightly, “Oh, Mia…” She cries softly into my ear, her tears leaving traces of sorrow on our cheeks.On autopilot, I return her embrace, but it lacks the warmth and depth that hers carries. Seeing everyone in this room with me, not really fighting for me, has taken away a piece of my heart that was once theirs. I find it difficult to express the new sensations as it savagely grips my heart with its chilling touch. Where it once embraced the light, it is now enveloped in shadows filled with sorrow.As Rose gently steps back, Nate is the next to wrap me in his warm embrace, and I sense him quietly, slipping something cold and pointy into the opening of my sleeve. “I had been saving to give you a present for your journey abroad, knowing you would have countless envelopes to open. What was intended as a gift has now become a tool

Mia Kincaid:Sitting on the cold wooden floor with my arms wrapped around my knees, I stare at the wedding dress hanging on the closet door next to the full-length mirror.I’m getting married today.As tangible as the words sound in my head, I still don’t fully grasp how I ended up in this position. I know the facts, and if anyone were to try to explain it to me in a dozen different ways, I still wouldn’t be able to comprehend it.I’ve been staring at the white-laced gown since Sonia brought it in. She was blabbering about the dress being traditionally passed down from Audrey Yilmaz to my soon-to-be husband’s mother and now to me.She made it sound like I should be honoured.I’ve had to resist the urge to tear the gown seam from seam. I’d probably be doing it a favour. Whoever the designer was, her credentials should be revoked. I mean, why is there frilly lace on the cuffs of the sleeves and the neckline? The embroidery of bright flowers flowing down the train of the skirt is a sight