Chenford Story

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Emmet's POV

Where was that stupid girl. I wanted her. Now. I checked the time in my phone. Looked at her location on an app she didn't know I even had. I chuckled at my brilliance. Her stupid shift had finished 10 minutes ago and she had only just left work. I grabbed the handcuffs from the draw next to our bed, toying with them in my hands as I watched the little pin that was Lucy move slowly closer home.

God I wanted her so badly. Why the fuck did she want to wait till marriage. I played with the engagement ring that had been in my pocket since our second date. Three months it had been there. Her dad was more than happy to get her married off, in his words she was 'nothing more than a lazy good for nothing hot girl' I couldn't agree more. Once she's mine we're going to move into her parents basement, they have a nice place set up for us. She doesn't know of course. The stupid girl hasn't talked to her parents since she was 19. What a waste of a decade with some lovely people.

I already had a date set for the wedding. Three weeks from now on the small chapel on the edge of the city. We wouldn't need a reception or honeymoon. I just needed her pregnant by the end of the month. And the bitch refused to sleep with my while unmarried. God when I started dating her I knew she was kinda traditional but this..... She was so annoying.

Rosalind's caller id popped up on my phone. I picked up instantly. "Hey baby, is your side piece home yet" Rosalind's voice was so calming to me. "No not yet babe but she will be soon, hopefully I can get her pregnant by the end of the month. Then by the end of the year she will be dead, to bad Caleb couldn't finish the job, but then we will be free with our new baby." I grinned. My girlfriend was gorgeous, to bad she was a wanted serial killer. If she wasn't I would have married her already.  I heard Lucy's key turning in the door. "Got to go baby, she's here. I love you" I hung up the call, turning to face Lucy with the hand ifs in one hand and an engagement ring in the other.

Lucy's POV

I had been stood there only long enough to hear 'I love you' come from Emmets mouth. He was talking with his mum. Yeah. "Hey baby, how was work today?" My stomach rumbles.

"Shut your stupid stomach up, it's ruining the mood" Emmets words hurt. Not as much as they did originally, but still.
I clutch my hands over my ever shrinking abdomen "yes baby, of course, I'm so sorry"
"Yeah you should be" I just bow my head obediently shutting my eyes for fear of punishment. "Anyway" I feel a ring slip onto my finger and Emmet takes a picture, immediately posting it on everything. "Were engaged now"

What?! "I-i um"
"Spit it out I don't have all day"
"What the hell just happened?!"
Emmet looked angry and signaled to the handcuffs.
"We're engaged now, keep up idiot unless you want these back on."
Emmet spoke to me like I was some piece of furniture, something to be tossed around..... and as much as it hurt, I let him.
"The wedding is in three weeks"

I bowed my head, shrinking back into myself. I retreated to the bathroom, the door for once, was locked. I looked at the blade again, a small layer of red had been building up over the last few months. Despite how much I tried scrubbing it off there always seemed to be more.

I walked tentatively to the kitchen, Emmet was asleep on the sofa, bottle of beer in hand, a case full of empty ones littered the living room. I pulled a knife out of the draw, testing it against my finger. Even the slightest graze brought a line of blood to the surface. Perfect.

I woke the next morning still lying on the bathroom floor, the knife from yesterday loosely held in my hand. A fresh wound had opened, only one. But it was deep, the kind of wound where you need stitches. A long streak of dried red emblazoned down my arm, resting in a half dried puddle on the floor. I had lost a liter of blood, at least.

It explained why I was feeling so light headed. Emmet walked into the room then. "What the hell babe" for a second I thought just maybe he had started caring about me. "I thought I told you yesterday that all the messages had better cleaned up by morning, now I wake up to find you taking a nap you lazy pig. Handcuffs for you tonight miss fiancé"

After only a second of crying I remembered. I was engaged, I guess. I thought I would be happy. And yet whenever I pictured my wedding day..... Emmet was never at the alter with me.