Lies Over Lies || 5SOS

Prologue

"Don't even get me started about his dumb tattoos." Abigail's shrill voice rung out from the room where her and her bridemaids were.

I stopped as I heard her speak, wondering who she was talking about. I stared at the tattoo on my arm. She wasn't talking about me, was she?

Her bridemaids giggled around her as she spoke.

"And I hate the scar above his eye... He looks like he's on drugs." She continued sassily, her friends giggling even more.

My fingers immediately flew to where my eyebrow piercing normally was. I couldn't help but think... that maybe she was talking about me.

"And guys, I'll be married to him in like an hour. But, he's like an IT manager for some video game company and he gets paid like $60 an hour. That's like $130,000 a year." She said smugly. "So, like it doesn't even matter."

I felt my heart lurch as she spoke. So, she was talking about me.

"He's a pathetic loser. I hope one day he realizes his friends are all way hotter than him... and that he needs to wash his hair." She rolled her eyes as she stood up, fixing her dress. The dress that I had bought for her.

"Mikey... I'm so sorry." Calum, my best friend, whispered as he hugged me. I hadn't realized he'd been there listening the whole time.

I shrugged it off as I began to walk away.

That unfortunate event happened about five years ago. I was about 19, thinking I had scored the girl of my dreams, when she clearly wasn't.

Pathetic wedding, right?

That night after the mess, I headed to a bar, planning on drinking away my pain. I thought my whole life was over. My dreams were shattered.

A woman walked through the crowd of the bar, with tons of guys wolf whistling at her, throwing pick up lines at her, trying to get into her pants. I sipped my glass of liquor as she sat on the bar stool next to me, her phone falling on the floor.

"Your phone fell." I pointed out as I sipped my drink.

"Can you just- Can you just stop?" She asked as she rolled her eyes. "Goddamn it, can't I just sit down for a second without being hit on?"

"I- No. You dropped your phone." I repeated, slightly annoyed.

She looked to see her phone on the floor as her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as she picked up her phone.

"I'm sorry... I just... I bet that lucky lady who gave you that ring wasn't such a bitch." She sighed as she gestured to the ring on my finger. My wedding ring.

I opened my mouth to speak, to tell her I wasn't actually married, but I just... Couldn't. She seemed pretty into me.

I shook my head quickly.

"Oh- That Bitch? Can I even call her my wife? All I do is work... for her... For her to buy Meth. And every single kid she's had since she was thirteen. There's like eight of them and they're all not even mine." I lied. My lie was pretty unconvincing, but thankfully, the lady couldn't tell, and instead looked at me with concern.

"You wanna go to my place?" She asked as she stood up, lightly grabbing my hand.

And that was the moment I discovered the power of the wedding ring.

The symbol of probably the worst day in my life, became the symbol of one night stands- sex, sex and more sex.

And trust me, every now and then, I think of throwing the damn thing away, and feel guilty about how wrong it all is.

But I can never bring myself to actually do it.

It could be because being fake married is the one way I can assure myself that I'll never get my heart broken again.