𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 | 18+ | ✓

t h i r t e e n

*listen to the song while reading if you wish!*

S A L E M
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I wake up to my alarm going off in a cold sweat. The anxiety from today is already setting in, and it's killing me. Today is the day that I will be getting married... to my enemy.

All of this feels like a very bad dream. I can't get out of this, I can't stop this. I can't wake up. This can't be real. Is what I try to tell myself over and over again, but no matter how many times I've splashed my face with water this morning, it's not gonna end and it doesn't go away.

This is really happening.

I twist the knob to my room and pad my way downstairs and into the kitchen like I usually do. This time it's different because Abel is not there to greet me, which feels weird.

A tradition in his family is that the bride and groom aren't allowed to contact for 48 hours before the wedding. It's to keep the bride pure enough for wedding night so things can be "wild." Which is a bunch of bullshit.

Nothing about today is exciting and nothing about tonight will be "wild" enough for the need to keep me pure.

All that is going through my mind right now is a possible way to get out of this and what my disgusting fathers members have planned for tonight, and everything I'm thinking of results in a very bloody death.

Not very pleasant if you ask me.

I heard someone come downstairs and right away I know it's Blade. Him and the twenty guards in the house to keep me safe are the only people here, and I know the guards don't give about anything but getting their dicks wet, so I know it's not them.

"How are you feeling this morning." he asks as he steps foot into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of whiskey out of the cabinet and groan as I pour a glass.

He chuckles in response, "I'd feel the same if I were marrying my brother."

I give him a weird side eye and he backs it up, "I mean if we weren't related weirdo."

Laughing, I pour another glass of whiskey for myself, "Don't you think you should be sober for your own wedding?" he raises a brow, eying the half gone bottle of whiskey on the counter.

These past two days, I've been drinking like crazy. Abel hasn't been here so there is no one to stop me from giving in to drinking, so I've just been getting wasted and passing out on the couch or the floor of the kitchen.

Whatever I can do to take my mind off this shit.

"Drunk or not, I'm still marrying someone I hate, so why not try to drown out my sorrows and just end up forgetting the whole shit fest that's bound to happen?" I shrug and down another glass.

Blade shrugs and pours himself a glass, "True, but my brother is gonna kill us."

"He was planning on doing that anyways." I mutter.

We drink and laugh about shit from our childhood and also some of the trauma we've both been through. Like we did even when we were kids. We'd steal his mom and dads alcohol and just get wasted, at 8 years old.