Married to the Devil

Chapter 6

Cass held my hand and stared at me as if I had two heads.

I drove to her house after I'd left the coffee shop. I needed someone to talk to and I didn't want to go to my parents.

Her light brown eyes drilled into me. She had that expression she always had whenever I'd made some major blunder. I couldn't take it.

"Don't look at me like that." I pleaded, retracting my hand, "Things are bad enough without you making me feel any worse."

She frowned and sucked in a breath, still in shock, "Are you absolutely sure that you're married to him?"

She shifted from her position on the couch and plucked a tissue from the box on the table beside us. I took it gratefully and sniffled into it.

"There's like fifty contracts Cass." I muttered, burrying my hands in my face.

She pulled one of my hands to hers and held onto it again, the warmth spread into my cold fingers.

"Do your parents know?" She asked softly.

I paused for a second.

They'd never approve. Derek stole Callumn away from our family.

I could just imagine their reaction if I ever told them. Angry, upset, and worst of all, hurt. It would be worse than a betrayal and would give off the message that I'd forgiven him for what he did to my brother.

"No." I said, my voice raspy and barely audible from crying.

Cass pressed her mouth into a firm line of disapproval.

I took my hand back and rubbed over the scabbed over wound I'd gotten from picking out broken glass in the wall at my party.

My party. It seemed like so long ago that it all happened. I hadn't made contact with anyone starting from the day after it, until today. My parents cozy, brick house was left trashed and tarnished. If I could have faced them before, I never could now. Not as a newly married woman. Not married to...him.

I knew I should never have had that party. My parents insisted. My little sister insisted. Heck, even my boyfriend wanted this. So in the end I'd agreed. But to what benefit? None but Evelyn's. And now she'd gotten what she wanted. Me, upset and miserable.

Cass plucked out another tissue, "Did you tell Josh?"

I froze. Oh shit. Josh.

I'd forgotten about him for the past week. I couldn't find my phone since the party, and had locked myself in my apartment after meeting with Lamar. The next time I'd left was to meet with Derek. And now I was sitting at Cass' house. A pathetic, weak, sniffling mess.

I glanced at her, her long hair looked dark brown in the poor lighting. Her eyes were furrowed and focused on the TV in front of us. She'd been playing 'Safe Haven' before I'd arrived.

Cass was heavy in thought, focusing on the screen but had her attention elsewhere.

The news wasn't fair on her either. Cass loved Callumn to the death. And for a long time, even I didn't see it. I knew she didn't blame Derek for what he'd done but she wasn't happy with him either.

My eyes closed and thought back to that day. The policeman who showed up at my door, the way he fumbled with his hat when he told us the news, and the way I'd broken into tears.

Callumn hadn't even made it to the hospital. He'd died on the way.

I remembered every detail. The way my heart sparked when I'd found out that Derek was still alive, the way it crashed when I realized that he was the reason behind my twin brother's short lived life. It wasn't fair.