What HE took from ME

Chapter 11-The Escape

I did not even bother to hello to her back. If I did, it would have been a waste because even her face screamed mockery. She was mocking me, like everyone in that room, including Tim.

They could all rot in hell.

I was about to tell them my thought when Tim dragged me to the big desk ahead and handed me a pen. A Goldstine brand. I stared at it, and memories of the past flooded my mind. I looked up at Tim with questions in my eyes, What connection did Tim have with Goldstine? Were they business partners? Goldstine had ruined my life, and he knew because I told him. So, it was inconsiderate that he would want to do any business with them or even use their pen in our wedding.

"We do not have the whole day, now sign it," Tim barked at me. That reminded me that Tim did not care about me or my feelings at all. He never had. I mean, look at the people Tim invited over, and I begged to have my friends with me but got turned me down. He was such an ass.

I nodded, then went down, looking for my name to sign. So, I could put an end to the crazy mystery. I wanted to see what he wanted to do with my signature. However, I did not see my name anywhere on that paper, and as I raked my brain, my face cringed. Was he trying to frame me for impersonation; because the name on that piece of paper was Andrea Goldstine? And she was marrying Andrew Jenkins.

Who were those people?

I stood up and looked at him, "I do not see where to sign," I told him. Instead of explaining all the bizarre things going on, he started unraveling. Tim smiled as he took my hand and stepped intimidatingly closer. He still had the same smile while he squeezed my hand as if he wanted to break it.

"You Goldstine women, sure do know how to piss people off. Sign the damn thing right now." he barked. I was terrified of the shade of murder his eyes had turned, so I went back and signed away.

With a satisfied smile, Tim did the same, then set the pen on the table.

The judge struggled to breathe as he collected the papers and put them away carefully. After making sure the documents were safe, he smiled, giving Tim a thumbs up. Then they shook hands, and every weird guy present cheered.

Tim received applause as he made his way to the table that had all kinds of drinks. He snapped his finger, and a waiter came running to serve him. He filled the glass with something from a bottle written billionaire vodka and handed it to Tim. 

He took a sip, then raised the glass in the air. " Cheers, to filthy rich." He smiled.

Everyone applauded before he chugged the remaining drink. He refilled his glass while looking at me. Smiling, he picked another glass and filled it. All that time, he was looking at me as if mocking me. I looked away to regroup. If he wanted a staring contest, I was going to bring one to him. I turned back, and he was standing in front of me with a smug on his face. Was he offering me alcohol? I was about to complain-He knew well I still could not drink that. I was a baby.

It was like Tim suddenly developed Jedi powers-He read my mind and did not like it. He rolled his eyes before opening his mouth, "Do not move a muscle," he snarled before he left. As if I could, did he see the shoes I was wearing?

I took that time trying to figure out what the hell was going on in that group of creeps, but ended up lost. Why did no one care that I signed a marriage certificate with a different girl's name?

It was a crime, but instead of worrying, they drank to it. What on earth was happening?

I could not take it anymore, so I decided to find Tim and demand some explanations. I turned robotically, trying to stay on the spot he left me on. He told me not to move, and I intended to do just that. I watched Tim hand Margaret one drink before he pulled her in for a long kiss. My eyes widened in shock. What were they doing? I looked around, expecting the same reaction as mine, but got nothing. People were too busy enjoying their expensive drinks to care.