Feathered Friend

Chapter 3

~ Painful – Sin

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Our wedding night was just like everyone dreams their night will be. The celebration, the happiness, the food and drink and the dancing were all everything I'd imagined. Scott was so handsome in his charcoal grey tuxedo, the blue tie he wore matched the color of his eyes exactly. He was my Prince Charming and I was his Queen. 

 I'd surprised everyone with my own outfit. I knew some of our friends were expecting me to walk down the aisle in a dress. But that was just too far outside my own vision and I didn't want to turn the ceremony into a spectacle. Instead I was a vision in white. My own tux had been specially made for me by my favourite design studio. I had white calf high boots on and they were accented with gold rings where the usual stainless steel ones went. My shirt was so sheer you could see the pale perfection of my skin through the fabric, including a hint of my tattoo, and I wore a gold choker with a heart dangling from it. My hair was straightened and gelled down with not a single strand out of place and instead of a bouquet of flowers I carried a single white rose.

When I stepped up to the place where we were to say our vows, Scott's eyes filled with tears and I had to smile and stop myself from joining him. But he blinked them back and we turned to the Celebrant who had been with us every step of the way and said the words that would seal us together forever.

The moment we were pronounced Husband and Husband was the happiest I've been in my life. Our marriage was legal in every state and there was no need to hide our love from anyone ever again. Scott held me close as we danced our first dance together, no surprises I had picked "At Last" by Etta James.

When we finally made it up to the Suite that we would spend the first night of our married lives together in, and were flushed with the excitement of it all, I asked Scott if he was happy.

"Happy doesn't begin to explain the feelings I have inside Mitchie." He assured me. "I'm so grateful you said 'Yes', I'm thankful everything worked out and we finally belong to each other."

Our kiss turned into many, then into the best sex of my life because it was with the man who completed me. Who made me feel loved, cherished and adored and we could express our desire and joy in the union we had made with each other.

I held out my hand and looked at the ring that circled my finger. It screamed that I was a married man. That I was claimed by someone who loved me and who would belong to me for the rest of my life. I smiled the widest smile that I had ever expressed in my life.

That's when the door to the suite burst open and they strode inside our room with purposeful and menacing strides.

Five men, all with expressions of disgust on their faces as they saw Scott and me in bed together.

Two broke away from the other three and started going through our belongings, they used knives and began ripping our wedding clothes to shreds all the while shouting foul abuse at us and calling us the most hateful names, you know the ones. Scott and I sat up and moved back against the headboard of the bed as the men moved closer. Scott wrapped his arms around me to protect me, but when they showed the weapons they were carrying I knew there was no way we were getting out of that room alive.

The other three approached the bed and one stepped forwards, the leader of the group evidently. He smiled, but it was completely humorless.

"So you thought you could get married did you faggots?" He snarled. "You should have just butt-fucked each other in the privacy of your home. Marriage? That's never going to fly here, especially not with my sister never having the opportunity to get married thanks to you."

What?

I had no idea what the psycho was talking about and Scott appeared not to have any more idea than I did. "What are you talking about?" I asked him, fear closing my throat and making the question come out too quietly to be heard.

He knew what I was meaning though. "My sister Robin. She never got to have the white wedding you two just enjoyed. But that's old news isn't it Speedwagon?"

Scott's reaction to that name was something unexpected.

"She was confused, I never led her on." He said forcefully.

Oh, the stalker.