Lisa's POV
Loud dramatic gasps came from around the room. As expected. I almost rolled my eyes at the fishes.
"What do you mean no?!" Cameron yelled. I guess the word no doesn't exist in his vocabulary.
"Lisa! I want you to think what you are saying here!" My father yelled, he swam over to me and held the most terrifying look I've ever seen before. I swallowed a lump in my throat. There was just something about my father that always had a control over me.
Well not anymore bitch!
"This wasn't what I want father, this is what you want."
"Am I not good enough to want?" Cameron spat
"Oh shut up you blow fish!" I groaned.
"Don't talk to your husband like that!" My father yelled.
"Excuse me?" I asked with a dumbfounded look on my face, did he really just? I think the fuck not.
"You heard me." My father said as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"So you want me to take orders from two men? When will this stop father? Can't you see what you're doing? You're hurting, I get it. But I'm hurting too. She was my mother-"
"Stop it right there Lisa!" He yelled.
"No! You need someone to talk about this, you can't keep your emotions bottled up forever father." I said, this family needs therapy as soon as possible.
"This is ridiculous. Carry on the wedding. Now!" He spat.
"You can't force me to be with someone I don't care for." I said, my voice trembled.
"You will learn how to." He hissed.
My eyes glanced across the room, the disappointed faces of my guests watched me. Some looked at me in horror, I guess they never seen a woman stand up for herself in years.
My heart dropped into my stomach, their judgmental eyes watched me as I swam as fast as I could, through the isle.
I felt a hand grip onto mine. I looked back and saw it was my father. I glared at him and tugged my arm away, he was holding me back both physically and mentally.
I drifted through the church, the power of my fin darted me forward, the grass on the walls peeled off and sunk in the water.
I just needed to get away from here. My heart pounded against my chest as I sped through the halls. Mermens threw themselves back to avoid my contact with the pace I was going at. Everything would be different, so different if my mother was here.
Then it hit me, how much I really missed her. She was the only person that saw me for who I really was.
She called me her little rebel, she was proud that I took no shits from anyone. My mother wasn't the best one out there but she tried her best everyday to make me feel loved. She needed me to know how important I was to her, I missed that feeling.
That feeling knowing I was wanted, that feeling of knowing I was loved. Now, I don't know anymore.
My father and I haven't spoken three sentences to each other for five years before today. I haven't heard the words "I love you" in so long. You could say I forgot what it was to love.
For now, I swam. I swam like there is no tomorrow. My sadness is a hollowness. I can't tell you what's worse. Sometimes my hollowness is a shell, holding in a thousand pieces of glass that are wedged in between my soul and body.
