Brace Yourself (Sequel to "Consider Your Ass Saved")

Chapter 3

Lydia's POV

Before I was even able to open my eyes, I saw a bright light through the tight opening between my eyelids. I had the headache of a thousand demons and the sheets on the bed felt different. I opened my eyes to find that I was in a different room. It looked nothing like the room Pietro and I got in Italy. The walls we maroon and the carpet was black. I look down to find the bed in a strange shape. I sat up and found that the sheets were bright red silk with a velvet maroon comforter. I studied the bed and found that it was heart-shaped, along with the headboard. I look around and begin to hear the sink running in the bathroom. I was in a large white button-up dress shirt that I don't remember packing or owning. I flipped the covers off of myself and walked slowly towards that direction when the figure walked out. Good, it's just Petey.

"Morning, sweets." he greeted. He was shirtless with dark straight-fitting jeans and shaggy sleeper's hair. The scars from the bullets were very visible. I rubbed my eyes,

"What happened last night?" I wonder. Pietro stepped to me and grabbed my waist,

"You don't remember? Maybe I can refresh your memory." he smirked, slowly leaning. I jumped and backed up,

"The last thing I remember is getting plastered, Petey." I tell. His pale face flushed even whiter,

"Oh... well this is bad."I walk into the bathroom and begin examining myself in the mirror. I move my hair to one side; three hickeys. I move it all to the other side; one. I place my hair back in place and see two rings on my left hand. A band and a diamond.

"This is very, very bad! Petey, how could you let this happen!" I snap.

"Don't blame me, Lydie. You came to me last night, kissing me and touching me and you said that you changed your mind so I got us here. May I remind you of how good you are at hiding the fact that you're wasted?" That was the least of my worries. All I could think was: "Oh my god... we eloped."

"Petey, we need to get this fixed somehow. I could maybe go back and stop myself from getting shitfaced or we could be traditional and get a divorce... I have a lot of ideas here." I tell, frantically.

"It doesn't need fixed. It's not like it's a bad thing. Why are you so afraid of this?" He asked.

"I'm not afraid of being married. I'm just not ready for this." I explain.

"What do you mean 'not ready'? We've been together forever and we know each other better than anyone. You were my first love, Lydia." Pietro pouts.

"But there's a reason why they call it a first love. Its the first because it prepares you for the second and possibly third. You have so many girls you'll make happy before you marry one. I may be special to you, but I'm only here to teach you what the rights and wrongs are so you do better the second time around. We need to move past this, Pietro." I said. He didn't have to say it, but I could tell. He wanted to marry me to make sure I wouldn't leave him alone again. He used it as a way to bind us so we couldn't separate. He didn't do it because he was hopelessly in love it me, he did it because he needed a reason to keep me around. I took the silver chain I always have on off of my neck and took the rings off. "I'll tell you what. How about we keep this our special secret. Nobody has to know we're married but us. We eloped, so there's no official license. As long as I have these rings on my neck, we are together in our own way. Not romantically involved, just linked. What do you say?" I purpose. Petey grinned,

"I love the way you explain things. Words of a poet. I like that idea, but I'll need a chain myself."