Tied to the devil

Home?

It feels like my heart is going to beat out of my chest when the priest asks the question everybody knows the planned answer to.

"Do you, Delia Sophia Garcia, take Lorenzo De Luca to be your husband? To be true in good times and in bad? In sickness and in health? "My soon to be husband doesn't move a muscle, he still has that bored and tired expression on his handsome face.

 You know those school shows parents force their children to go to, this is exactly like one of those shows. We are the bored children who are forced to go to that stupid show. We know our lines and what we are supposed to say and we can not say anything wrong, because if we do the audience will get mad at the parents for not training the children enough for the show.

"I do." The words roll off my tongue with a bitter taste. From the corner of my eye I can see my mother with tears in her eyes and some of her friends that are trying to calm her down. With a disgusted expression on my face I quickly look away, not wanting her to see my reaction. The priest continues with his words and asks the same question to Lorenzo. With no hesitation he says what he is forced to say.

"I do." His dark voice filling the silent room. The priest is handed what looks to be a small pillow made out of black velvet, two shining golden rings resting in the middle. Lorenzo takes the smaller one of the rings and holds his free hand out for me to take it. I do as I am told and give him my now cold and sweaty hand. His warm and dry hand embraces mine with a soft but firm grip and I can't deny that I envy his calm and controlled nerves. 

The ring slides on my finger easily and fits perfectly. I lower my hand from his grip and take a long, deep breath. The crowd is dead silent, waiting for me to take Lorenzo's ring from the velvet pillow. I wait for what feels like a lifetime before I can bring my hand up without shaking and take the ring of the pillow. Before I can reach for it Lorenzo has already lifted his hand and is now waiting for me to put the ring on his finger. I slide it on and as expected it fits perfectly. I turn to face the priest who is now holding his hands together under his chin like this is the most beautiful thing in the world. He slowly opens his mouth to say the feared words that everyone is waiting for.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." With a straight face Lorenzo turns to face me and I do the same. He takes a step forward and is just about to lean down when a loud bang echoes through the room. With a blink of an eye Lorenzo's hand has found its way to the hem of his pants, showing off a black gun. But the sound didn't come from another gun, it came from the confetti cannons behind the crowd.

 Everyone in the room starts applauding. Confusion is written all over my face when three guys my age come from behind Lorenzo and start dunking his back and whisper things in his ear while they are looking at me. One of the things that was whispered causes Lorenzo's stiff facial expression to soften and a grin takes place on his lips while his eyes are locked with mine. He then turn to one of the many of my guards.

"Take her home." He says and with a swift of a hand towards me the guards form a circle around me and start to walk away from the people forcing me to walk with them.

"I don't want to go, I'll miss the afterparty, I must attend." I say and stop immediately, making the last guard bump into my back. I don't actually care about any damn afterparty, but for this skumbag to tell me where to go and when, there is not a chance in heaven that I will let him do that.

"But we were told to take you home, so that is exactly what we are going to do,

Mrs. De Luca."A large man says and is just about to turn around again when I raise my voice.

" I don't take orders from anyone other than me and myself. Is that clear Sir?" Anger flashes true in the man's eyes and all of the guards are waiting anxiously for what his answer will be.