Angel

LAURA & RICHARD

LAURA MORETTI

1Y AGO

I did not expect my second night as a married woman going like this.

In Vegas alone, because of a sudden emergency meeting at work, and with enough alcohol in my blood to somehow make me see the clearer picture.

And I hate myself for it.

The only thing that runs through my mind is, what the fuck have I done?

Marrying half drug and alcohol induced in a chapel in Vegas?

That sounds like the romantic dream of a romantic comedy, but it's nothing like this.

Sure, Garry is... nice. But...

I gulp more of the bottle, tears running from my eyes as I choke at the bitter taste of the vodka.

I blame my father for how my life turned out. I blame my parents for having me in this lifestyle and I blame my brother for how strict he is.

Because of this fucked up lifestyle I have to dodge what's actually meant for me.

I just want simple. Nice and easy, but not too nice. I want all the butterflies.

That's all.

I don't want to stay with someone because they're safe and too nice.

I want the passion, the tension, the shared glances that say more than words ever could, the slight touches that have my skin forming goosebumps, I want the thrill of what's next, the excitement of seeing what's guarded for us in the long line.

I want a heavy arm wrapped around me every morning, where the sun streaming through the window makes the snake tattoo almost gain life, where the black wavy hair tickles my chin and where the warmth of the controlled breathing warms my shoulder.

I want the callused fingers brushing through the exposed skin of my waist that happened when my t-shirt rode up in my sleep.

So what the fuck did I do?

Sobbing, I grab my phone and do the worst thing possible.

A call.

It rings over and over, making my chest cave as hope fades away at each ring.

Until there's a small buzz, telling me the call was accepted.

"Are you ok?" Raspy, deep sleep induced tone reaches my ears, making my heart constrict and beat faster at the same time.

He always asks this, no matter what.

"I... I fucked up." I whisper, wiping away my tears, so that he can't notice them.

"What? Where are you? I'll help you-"

"Richard..." I stop him, my voice wobbling.

How I wish he could help... but instead, I probably just lost the best thing in my life for good.

"Tresor."

"Richard," I sob. "I just wish it could be simple, you know? I'm tired."

"What could be simple? Did the fucker hurt you? I will kill him, Laura."

"No. No. Garry is... Garry. I just... we-" I take a really big deep breath with a sob in the middle. "We married in a Vegas chapel."

Silence.

And more silence.

I knew I'd lose him, hurt him... so why did I just told him I got married to another dude when months ago I told him he was the absolute love of my life?