Married to my Enemy

Chapter 4

It was my big day and I wasn't sure how I felt. Sad? Maybe. Happy? Definitely not.

Keep it together Dara. I told myself. There was nothing I could do now.

I could run but there was no point. A lot of our family and friends would be at the wedding and at no risk did I want to embarrass myself and my family.

My father linked his arm with mine, he looked over his shoulder at me. "Ready? You look beautiful, sweetie." I mustered up a smile. Ready as I'll ever be. I sighed heavily.

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I fidgeted around my position. There were way too many people watching me and I couldn't just stay still. What was taking her so long?

Let's get this over and done with.

That's when I saw her walking down the aisle with her father.

She looked so out-of-this-world. I simply had no words to describe how she looked.

But I hated her. I didn't want to marry her.

But for the sake of my mother even marrying her would do.

She let out a long deep breath when she reached my side. She'd better be nervous. I linked my hand in hers. We stated the vows.

She didn't look me directly in the eyes, not once. Whereas I couldn't stop staring. I pinched myself.

"I do."

"I do."

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I think it's safe to say that the after-party was a total drag, so many family members to kiss, so little time. I didn't even know who half these guests were.

Although Kohl was sat right next to me throughout the whole day, he didn't really talk to me, or anyone unless he had to.

I didn't know what that was about. Usually, he was a talker. Even if the things he said made me feel like crap. But the thing was he didn't even say a thing. As if I cared.

Better yet, he could play the silent treatment all our marriage, for all I cared.

I was so glad when it was all over, I'd finally got to Kohl's house, I guess, my house too now?

We'd be living with his family since it was only his mum and sister who lived here, in this big ass mansion.

Frankly, I was happy I didn't have to live alone with Kohl. And, Kohl's mother had clarified that even though we'd be living with them, we'd get all the privacy we needed. I have to admit that made me feel a little uneasy.

I walked into his room, it looked more suitable for a couple now than it did weeks ago.

The single bed was replaced with a king-sized bed, and I could cry. If I could tell you how much I appreciated that they switched the older bed for the much bigger one. The colour theme was now cream and maroon from being plain old grey before, with loads of heart pillows scattered almost everywhere.

I was kind of impressed. But wouldn't it have been better if we didn't have to share the room, maybe? I rolled my eyes as the thought occurred.

My stuff was already here thanks to my family, I changed into a t-shirt and comfortable pyjama pants. It felt so uncomfortable wearing my wedding dress for so long.

Kohl wasn't here yet.

I sat on the bed under the covers trying to figure out whether to wait for him or not. But I didn't think it would have been appropriate with the relationship we shared. But, where was he?

I was getting really anxious, even if he did turn up what would happen here? I needed to set some boundaries.

There was no way I was letting that jerk touch me tonight or any other night as far as I was concerned.

I instantly got busy creating a pillow barrier with the dozen heart pillows that were spread across the room to create a 'wall' between my side of the bed and his.

I didn't know what side he preferred to sleep on and I didn't want an argument so I just went with my gut instinct and sank into the left side of the bed.

I headed off to try and sleep when Kohl walked in, but he hadn't been sober.

He was very, very drunk. I lied in bed feeling incredibly tense.

He hurriedly removed his shoes and socks and then just jumped into bed, the right side of the bed just as I predicted. I lay pretending to be asleep with most of my body covered under the duvet. "Ahh! So much better than my old bed." He said as he relaxed.

And then he began to mutter a bunch of things and sing songs randomly. He began kissing the air, "mwah, mwah!" I was confused but remained silent.

I continued pretending to sleep, it wasn't like I'd get some sleep with the fuss he was making.

I think he's actually forgotten that I'm supposed to be here too. He sank deeper into bed, swaying his arms about. He must've been really drunk. It was as if he was creating snow angels, that's how he was flailing about on the bed.

His arms hit the pillows. He pushed at the pillows aggressively a bunch of times and shoved them out of the way. "Why are these stupid things here? Mum and her rid-ridicul... culous pillows, stupid pillows!" He shouted as he slurred his words.

Then Kohl came closer to my side of the bed as he tossed and turned and finally slammed his arm across my stomach.

Just when I was about to kick him off of me, I turned to face a very close Kohl but he was fast asleep. I turned back around.

He'd gotten so close to my side that I could feel his cool breath just mere inches from my ear.

The closeness was real.

I didn't make a sound, he was obviously very drunk and very unaware that I was here too. I wanted to keep it just like that.

I wasn't going to wake him up, better I avoided a drunken Kohl, I decided. So, I stayed under his hold until I fell asleep.

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