MATING

I stared down at the ring on my finger, hoping that this was all some dream I could wake up from. He held my hand tighter and started to lead me towards the room. Elizabeth had prepared me as quickly as she could. I was wearing a long white sheer gown. It was so sheer that it covered nothing. I gently tugged on his arm as he pulled me towards the room; I didn't want to go. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked at me. I could not meet his eyes because I was afraid. I was denying him, and I knew that it made him upset. The more I thought about it, my fear was starting to turn to anger. There was no way that I was going to do this. I didn't want to marry him and now I was being forced to give him my virginity. I remembered what me and Elizabeth talked about but I couldn't go through with this until I got answers.

"I won't do this," I said softly, surprised at the sound of my voice.