PRECIOUS: “Its the right thing to do Precious, you already have one out of wedlock. Justin is perfect, you are perfect together.”
Shuddering at the large brown wooden doors, Precious turned to her mother once more. It had all been discussed extensively, she would marry Justin and create a perfect family unit her mother could be proud of. It was highly unusual for a woman in her family to have a child out of wedlock and her mother never let her forget it. Not matter how she protested her mothers eyes told her all she needed to know.

This was happening no matter what.

Taking a deep breath she faced the doors and asked for God to guide her feet to the alter. Awaiting his intended brides descent Justin grinned broadly, finally she would his. Avoiding his eye with a slight curl of her lips and her gaze firmly planted on the pastor Precious stepped closer to her future.

But, what kind of future would it be?

Justin had wanted to marry her from the moment she had fallen pregnant with their only child but Precious had rebuked the notion fiercely. Their mothers had collaborated and her freedom of choice had been buried under what was right for the family. Neither cared whether Justin was right for her!

How could she marry a man that degraded her very existence? A man who found joy in her discomfort and fear.

Trying not to turn back or release the scream bubbling on her tongue she took another step. The congregations eyes burning through her flesh like lasers as she battled to stay afloat on the sinking ship she had begun to call life.

The priest cleared his throat and projected his voice across the huge church as she stop two feet before him.
“Welcome to St ….” were the only words he said as Gary stepped out of his place disrupting the service.

“What are you doing?” Justin hissed.
Precious shivered as her blood ran cold and her stomach churned. The sight of her life jacket, the man she had fallen so deeply in love with clearing his throat and adjusting his tie before speaking.
“I can’t let you do this Precious.” Reaching for her hand he waited for her to take it.

Shaking her head wildly Precious said nothing. Biting his bottom lip Justin charged toward his best man and connected fist to jaw. “What is the meaning of this?” Her mother hissed angrily.

Facing her mother Precious composed herself as her entire life crumbled around her. ” I always tried to please the world this time I pleasing myself. ”

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

Smiling wryly Precious dropped her flowers on the floor and unbuttoned the nape of her dress. Removing her arms from the sleeve she let her dress fall and the crowd silenced.

“The colours change and fade mother , but the memories stay the same.”

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