I'll Be Okay✓

Chapter 13

"-call me." I leave yet another voicemail for Zayn to listen and not call me back.

I should be tired of calling, leaving messages and begging but I can not stop. It may be guilt or something else but it will not let me be.

I sigh and put my cell down on my dresser. I tie my hair in a messy bun and stands up.

My heart feels even mor heavier than it did yesterday, it seems like each day that passes and I get closer to my sentencing my feet will not move.

I look at my reflection on the mirror, no matter how much foundation I put on my face, the dark circles won't go away. I still look horrible.

Today I fitted my wedding dress for the last time, until the big day of course. It itched like it was made of sand. I hated it.

Mother gave me a speech again today about how important this wedding is to father. I wanted to claw my face the whole time she was talking.

I walk down the stairs ready to leave and go look for Zayn one last time, I need to see him, just one more time even if it is to tell me that he never wants to see me.

The maids were running around the house, you can see just how happy everyone is, everyone besides me that is.

I finally get to the landing of the stairs and my heart drops to a bottomless pit in my stomach and I feel light headed for a moment.

I was not expecting to see Mark today or tomorrow not until the wedding day that is.

"Mark!" I breathe out, my voice shaking.

Both mother and Mark turn around to look at me. Mother beams her whole face lighting up.

I am still frozen. "Darling, you look absolutely beautiful." Mark praises me and the words make me sick.

There was a time when I lived to hear those praise each day, a time where I starved and craved those praises but now the make me feel sick.

I swallow the bile rising from my stomach then clear my throat and standing up straight from lifting my chin just ever so slightly.

"What are you doing here Mark?" I ask him dryly. "Is it not bed luck for us to see each other just two days before the wedding."

Mark's eyes shimmer and a little smirk plays on his lips. I feel so disgusted by him. "Since when do you believe in superstition?" He asks rhetorically. "Anyway I came to drop off some papers to Ben or should I say Father because soon enough we will be officially a family-" Mother blushes at what Mark says but to me, it is nonsense that makes me sick. "- but won't lie and say I wasn't hoping I'd catch a glimpse of your beauty."

Mark, ever so charming. If it was before, I would have fallen for his nonsense and ate it like everything I else I ate back then but I now know that he is full of nonsense and he did not need to come here to bring papers to father, he could have sent someone for that instead of coming himself.

"Anyway, I've seen my beautiful wife-to-be I'll leave, Harriet, goodbye." He kisses mother on the cheek.

"Nonsense, call me Mom or mother like Riley." Mother gushes over him and kisses him back.

I wish I can burn the image away from my memory but I can not.

Mark walks towards me and kisses me on the lips. I stop myself from kissing him back.

I'm disappointed and disgusted in myself that I wanted to kiss him back, hell I almost did, I wanted to so bad.

He hugs me. "Glad to see you're on board. I wasn't sure about that." He whispers in my ear before pulling away.