Jaded | A Striker x Reader Story

Once Upon A Time

I used to believe stories began with "Once upon a time..." and ended with the protagonist being happy. By stories only show part of the whole picture. They don't show the whole timeline of a person's life. 

My story ended with arriving at the church for my wedding. My parents looked so proud, my little cousin was completely off his rocker on a sugar high, and the priest I had known since I was a little girl was giving me a fond look. But when I looked around, my fiance was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Tucker?" I asked my father as we entered the church. 

Shrugging, he chuckled, "He's inside. Something about not sure about getting his vows right. Christy went in to help him rehearse." 

Christy was my best friend since kindergarten. Knowing her, she wanted to make sure this day was perfect. We had been dreaming of our ideal weddings since we could pronounce the word "wedding". 

Tucker and Christy did not appear. Twenty minutes past the time when the ceremony was supposed to start, heads were turning and the murmuring started. My father went off to search for Tucker, muttering something about putting him six feet deep when he found him. In turn, I went off in search of Christy. 

The church had a spiral tower with a room up at the top that was used for Sunday school. With fistfuls of snow white dress in my fists, I climbed the stairs to the top. But when I pushed open the door, I wished I had fallen down the stairs and broke my neck. 

Christy was on her knees in front of Tucker, mouth completely full. Her head jerked up when she heard my gasp, making Tucker jump in alarm. Pushing Christy away, he hastily zipped up his fly, stammering, "(Y/N)...It...It isn't wh-what it looks like!"

Mentally vowing to snap the part of him that had just been in my best friend's mouth in half, I snarled at Christy, "You filthy fucking whore! How could you!"

Getting to her feet, Christy wiped her mouth, glaring at me, "You're calling me a whore? What about Billy? You seemed pretty eager to snatch him away from me."

"That was in the third fucking grade, you dumb bitch!" I screeched, not caring how crazy I looked, "And all he did was give me his pudding cup. Don't fucking use that as an excuse!"

I don't know if it was the conceited eye roll she did or the way she turned her nose up at me, but without thinking, I launched myself at my former best friend. In a whirl of expensive dress, manicured nails, and veil, we stumbled backward, each trying to get at the other's more sensitive parts. 

Finally wrapping my hands around her throat, I attempted to shove her back against the wall. Red had clouded my vision at this point and I was beyond reason. All I wanted was to hear her skull crack against the wall. But in my fury, I completely missed the mark, instead sending her and I both careening out the open window.  

If my life had begun with "Once upon a time", the story would have ended with me walking arm in arm with my father into the church to marry the man of my dreams. But that was really just the end of one chapter. 

The next one began with me waking up in Hell.