I forced Pete to shower with me because I didn't wanna be alone. He didn't mind he didn't want me alone either. I scrubbed every area the man touched multiple times. When I was done he let me use some of his clothes so I felt safer. I clung to his side throughout dinner. I didn't eat. Everyone watched me which made it worse.
"So Patrick we hear you have an announcement" My aunt said. The nice one. Not the bitch. My eyes lit up for the first time all night. I smiled and nodded. I looked down at my engagement ring.
"I'm young. I admit it" I started. They all stared at me waiting to see where I was going with this "But I'm not young enough to know that Pete is the only man I'll ever love. And he knows that too" he smiled at me. I held my hand up and showed them my ring "I've agreed to spend my life with him"
"Oh my god!" my aunt squealed. The nice one not the bitch. My cousins cheered and hugged me congratulating me. They shook Pete's hand. My uncle hugged me tightly.
"This is amazing" My cousin said smiling. She hugged me tightly.
"You're marrying him at 18?" my dad asked. I looked at him. "You're only 18!" he yelled angrily. The aunt I didn't like nodded.
"I agree with your father. This is insane" Pete hugged me to his waist. I pressed my hand against his chest and my arm looped around his waist.
"I love him" I said calmly.
"It's bad enough I have a son who's gay now I have to watch you throw your fucking life away?" He said standing up. "Unacceptable. I want no part of this"
"No part of what?" my mom asked standing up "Your sons happiness? Your whole life you've done nothing but make him miserable and unhappy. Yet he's still decent enough to show his fiancé off to you. To let you come here and see him. But you still treat him like shit. You're an awful man. I wish a better man could've fathered my son" Pete glared at my father. My dads eyes met his glare and he glared back.
"You don't wanna challenge me Mr. Stump. I'll win" Pete said angrily. My dad backed away a bit in fear. Pete was controlling his emotions. He stared at him again and he burst into tears. Then he started laughing. After that he got really mad and punched the wall. Everyone stared at him in confusion. I looked up at Pete who was now calming my father down until he got sleepy and fell over. He started snoring on the floor. I shook my head and Pete smirked clearly proud of himself. Everyone else went over to see if he was okay.
"Should we take him to the mental institution?" my aunt asked. I glared up at Pete.
"What?" he mouthed. I shook my head and walked over to them. I picked my father up with some help from my moms new boyfriend and we laid him on the couch.
"What happened to him?" My cousin asked. I shrugged.
"Mental breakdown?" I asked. They all shrugged. His girlfriend took his side and I rolled my eyes at her. "Anyway"
"Anyway" the nice aunt said.
"So should we continue dinner?" I asked. Everyone nodded.
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I ran through the woods. It was the man again he was chasing me. When he grabbed me I jumped awake. Pete looked down at me his eyes were black.
"You were yelling for me in your sleep" he said.
"I'm fine" I mumbled. I looked at the time on my phone. Eight in the morning not too bad. I looked up at my worried fiancée. Fiancée. I loved the was that sounded. "You know someone who just got laid the night before shouldn't be so stressed yet it seems like when we have sex it stresses you out more" He closed his eyes and opened them again. His hazel color was back.
"In my one hundred thirty seven years I still haven't figured out why sex calms you"
"Google it" I shrugged.
"I really like Pillowtalk by Zayn" he said.
"What? Where did that even come from?"
"I don't know I heard it last night on someones radio while you were asleep. He was playing it like really loud and I like it"
"I uh, okay" I said awkwardly.
"I don't normally like the music from your generation. But I do like that song"
"I mean like I like it too but why bring this up at 8 in the morning?" I asked.
"I don't know" he shrugged.
"Oh" I said.
"Yes" he said.
"Okay. Well, I'm gonna get dressed now"
"Okay" he said.
"That means you have to get off of me"
"No" he smirked "I can be your clothes for the day"
"I would love to do nothing more than stay here tangled up with you watching stupid movies all day but I can't. My mom wants to start planning for the wedding" He frowned.
"And I have to be there?" he asked.
"Uh, it's your wedding too" I said. I slid out of his arms and started to get dressed. An oversized sweatshirt and skinny jeans. He pouted on the couch. "You're the one who wanted this wedding" I walked to the bathroom and ran a brush through my hair. He hugged my waist tightly now fully dressed. I froze dropping the brush as he kissed my neck.
"I can make it quick if you want" he whispered.
"Make what quick?" I asked.
"The transformation" he said "I can bite you more than once to make the pain go by faster"
"It hurts?" I asked. He nodded.
"The venom" he said. He ran his hands up my body "It eats away your blood. Then it stops your heart" His hand stopped on top of my heart.
"I-I don't care" I whispered.
"I didn't think you would"
"You're trying to talk me out of it" I said. He didn't respond. "I knew it"
"Theres things you should do first before you end your life. Things I never had to opportunity to do" He said.
"Like marry you at the age of 18?" I said turning around to face him. I crossed my arms.
"Like going to college. Seeing things as a human are different then seeing them as a vampire. You get one life Patrick. One human life. You're throwing it away at 18"
"Are you really gonna start this now?" I asked annoyedly "I've agreed to marry you and I've done everything you want me to do stop trying to talk me out of this you're all I'm ever gonna want don't you get that?" His lips were pressed into a firm line. "You're ridiculous" I walked out of the bathroom. He followed me out.
"I'm not the one throwing my life away" he said "You have a choice Patrick I never asked for this"
"And I've already made up my mind!" I yelled. He frowned at me. "So knock it off Pete!"
"Are you really gonna start a fight over this?" he asked.
"You started this fucking fight not me"
"I was trying to talk to you you started yelling" He crossed his arms.
"Pete I'm done discussing this"
"I'm just saying that there are some things you should experience-"
"Stop it!" I yelled "You don't know when to just fucking stop!" I started walking upstairs. He grabbed my hand.
"Hey" he said gently "I'm sorry" I closed my eyes. I hated fighting with him. I let out a breath.
"I just wanna be with you Pete. Why can't you understand that?"
"I do. I understand that. I'm sorry" He pulled me into a hug. "I love you mon amour"
"I love you too honey bear" I sighed "Now come on" I pulled him upstairs.
