Ricky Wilson Scenarios

The Bride

A/N So, with this book I want to be able to post some of your stories, so if you want any chapters of your fics on here including, or any short stories (Anything up to 2000 words) posting, message me for details about what to do. 

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Everyone dreams of this day. You get to wear a big dress that's cost an unimaginable amount, and then get drunk after, and people buy all your drinks for you. I should've been happy. He always reminded me that I was lucky to have him, and I was lucky that I was marrying him. I always agreed with him to make him happy. But I wasn't even sure if I wanted to marry him. I had said yes when he asked because everyone around us expected me to. I didn't say yes because I wanted to.

So here I was, stood in my dress, with some girls as bridesmaids who weren't even my friends - they were his. I had lost all of my friends thanks to him. I'd pushed them all away for him. He didn't like them, and I had been stupid enough to start ignoring them for him.

He had messed up my life. I wasn't sure I wanted it to go on any longer. But what could I do? I had nowhere else to go apart from here. He'd pretty much planned it out so I couldn't leave him.

One of the women walked through in her long pink dress. I thought the dresses looked absolutely gross, but of course I had no say in them.

'The car's waiting.' She said, opening the door. I could completely tell that she hated me. And I didn't like her back - she was skinny, blonde, and had a good face. She was the opposite to me. And she milked her looks.

I walked out to the car - another thing I didn't choose. It was some sort of classic car. Yeah, it was pretty, but if I'd had the choice, I wouldn't have chosen it. It just wasn't what I wanted. I got into it anyway. The sooner this was over with, the better. The two bridesmaids piled in with me. They both knew I didn't want to do this. Hell, they were both probably with the man I was meant to be marrying. I felt pinned down, one of them at either side of me. I felt like I couldn't escape. My chest was hurting more and more, and I just wanted to run.

But I couldn't. I was stuck. I was being forced to marry a man I didn't love.

He had tried to make me think the punches were normal. He had tried to make me believe that he did it because he loved me. The scars on my arm from the burns were all because I never did as he said. But I knew this wasn't okay. I knew this wasn't the life I wanted, but I knew I had no choice. There was still a bruise on my wrist from a few days ago, now turning into a galaxy of yellow and purple. I had tried to go out without him knowing - only to the shops - but he caught me. He held onto my wrist so tightly I thought he was going to break it. It wasn't as if he hadn't done that before.

The thing that I never understood was that no one saw. Nobody saw that he was hurting me. The bruises were because I was clumsy, the breaks were from me tripping, the burns from me cooking. 

Never him. Soon enough, people began to ignore when they would see me with a badly covered up black eye, or with a fresh burn down my arm. It felt like I was disappearing.

The car stopped outside the church. It was actually sunny - the exact opposite of my mood. The bridesmaids spilled out, pulling me with them. I put n my fake smile. I had to smile when I walked in. He told me that I was meant to be happy. It was a happy day. It was a great day. It was a day to smile. I loved him.

But I didn't.

I walked into the church, the bridesmaids no longer clutching onto me, but now walking behind me. Music started playing as I walked in. He turned around and smiled softly. At one time, I had fallen for that smile. That smile had fooled me. But now I saw the lies behind his pink lips and white teeth. I saw the pain he gave me. Not pain, love. He love's you.

No. He didn't.

I stood with him, facing him. He took my hands in his tight grip. He knew I didn't want to do this, he was trying to keep me there. No one else could see the pain I was going through, with him crushing my fingers.

The vicar began talking, but I wasn't listening. I knew that it was my time to say something now, but I couldn't bring myself. I couldn't open my mouth to repeat the words. His grip tightened, turning my fingers to dust. You want to marry him. You want to stay with him.

I didn't.

'No.' I breathed, yanking my hands with all of my strength from him, and turning. People gasped in surprise. As if they didn't know. They all knew all along that this wasn't what I wanted.

He grabbed my bruised wrist as I tried to run, making me wince from the pain. But I squeezed my eyes shut tight, and tagged my wrist away, and ran. I ran straight out of the doors. I could hear him shouting me, and his feet thudding as he ran after me. But I ran faster than I had even run before. I didn't even realise how fast I was going.

I ran straight into the middle of town, trying to blend in, but of course, wedding dresses make you stand out easily. The tears down my face were cooling my burning cheeks. Just go back to him.

No. He wasn't in control of me any more. This was my life.

I ran straight into a man, who put his hands on my arms to stop me. I panicked straight away. It was him. Of course, it had to be him.

'Hey,' The person said softly, and I looked up to his familiar, kind face. I knew his face. But I had never met him before. 'You okay.'

I took my breath in gasps, feeding my burning lungs. 'Please, I just need to get away.' I said shakily, checking to see if He was anywhere behind me. But I couldn't see him.

The man looked me up and down, as if he was studying me. 'What from?' He asked, sounding as calm as anything.

I reached up to my face, scraping my hair from my eyes.

He grabbed my hand, and looked at my wrist. I didn't know if I should trust him.

'Did the person you're marrying do...' He trailed off, his eyes suddenly sad.

I nodded, looking down. I had never told anyone before. Why did I just tell him? What if he knew him?

'I can get you safe, okay?' He said, holding his hand out. 'Please, just trust me.'

What else could I do? I had to find a way out of here, and I had nothing for myself. So I took his hand, and began running with him.

He ran like he did it often. Like I used to. I would go running every morning until he stopped me. This man still went running, I could tell with the way he was breathing as if he was just walking. We came up to a car.

'You're going to have to trust me.' He said, opening a door for me. 'But I promise you I'll take you somewhere safe, away from all of this. It might take us a while to get there though.'

I nodded and got into the car. It was something about his face. He looked like the sort of person you could always trust. And I just knew his face from somewhere. He drove us through town, and then away. Further away than I had been lately.

'Thanks.' I said, smiling weakly at him. Was this an okay time to talk? I'd always been told to keep quiet.

'I just want to make sure you're safe.' He said.

That's when I managed to put all of the pieces together. I knew his voice. I knew his face. I knew the songs he was humming under his breath. Ricky Wilson had just saved me.

'You're Ricky.' I said under my breath when I came to the sudden realisation.

He smiled. 'Yeah. But that doesn't matter.'

I must have fallen to sleep in the car, because soon enough we were at a large house.

I got out of the car and walked in with Ricky.

'You can stay here with me until you can get things sorted.' He said. 'But please don't think of going back to someone like that.'

The worst situation of my life had just been made better. And I could already feel the scars disappearing, and the bruises fading. The universe was trying to repair my life.