Ross Lynch Imagine

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Its been exactly 2 years, 4 months, and 17 days since Ive seen Ross. My beloved Ross. And its all because of Eric. His evil twin brother, who left me no choice, but to leave with him. In exchange for Ross's life. "Honey, whats on your mind?" Eric asks. We were at a restaraunt, and he just caught me playing with my salad with my fork. "Huh? Oh nothing." Is all i said. "Cheer up love. Tomorrow's our wedding! I dont want people to see my lovely wife with that face." He says while drinking his wine. "Yeah, wouldnt want that." I say. Yeah. Tomorrow was the big day. My wedding with Eric. Eric had it planned out since the last day i saw Ross. Ross. It was forbidden to say his name in Eric's presence. After dinner, we went back to the hotel where we were staying at in California. "Cmon love. Why dont we have the best night of our lives the day before our wedding?"

Eric suggests while grabbing my waist and kissing me. I've never let him touch me. Not once. And i wont start now. "Eric no." I say while pushing him away. But he didnt like me doing so. "Valerie." He says in a serious tone. "You want some action?" I tell him. I grabbed his head and kissed him. Hard. I didnt like it. I never liked his kisses. "Theres your action." I say while letting go and walking away. "No. You are spending the night with me Valerie. Not in your other room." He says, grabbing my waist and pushing me to the bed. He gets on top of me, and stares at me. "We had a deal. A deal almost 2 1/2 years ago." He says. "That deal didnt include having sex." Is all i said. I pushed him off, and left to my room.

The next morning, i get up and showered. I find my white dress on my bed. It wasnt fancy. Its just a simple white dress. All Eric and I were going to do is sign papers and BAM, we're married. So it wasnt a big deal. I quickly did my hair into a bun, and put on a white rose to make it, fancy-ish. I put on my makeup and went to change. I looked in the mirror. "You look ravishing." Eric says from behind. "Thank you." I say. "And in a few hours, you will be the lovely Mrs. Lynch." He says while walking away. I look in the mirror. Yes. I will be Mrs. Lynch In a few hours. But my Mr. Lynch wont be Ross.