I Don't

Chapter 3-Un-wanted memories

EDITED
Whatttttttt?! Two chapters in one day?! I know, I'm amazing ;)
But seriously, this chapter made me cry, poor Sally :,(
HAPPY READING!!<3

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SALLY'S P.O.V

"H-hi there"  I stuttered nervously. If I'm honest I don't know why I'm so nervous, I'm going to leave him so making a good impression isn't that important.

He didn't say anything just made his way towards me. I wanted to back away from him, but I couldn't move, it was like I was glued to the spot. I was his prey, and he had me trapped, captivated by his enticing eyes. He proceeded to walk forward until he was inches away from me. In one quick movement his strong arms pulled me to his chest by the waist, in what he assumed was a conforming, friendly hug. The type of hug you receive when someone doesn't think words are necessary, that a good old hug will have the person melting into your arms and telling you their problems in life, their darkest most private secrets because they're at their breaking point. This wasn't one of those moments that required those type of hugs. I stiffened, and he seemed to notice as he immediately let me go and took a small stepp back.

"S-sorry I-I um don't d-do hugs"I laughed nervously. I wasn't a lie, but it didnt mean it was the truth. Mark gave me a half-smile and nodded his head, indicating that he understood and it was okay. Taking a deep breath I introuced myself, here goes nothing I thought.

"I'm Sally. Your wife-to-be" I gave a shaky, humorless chuckle as I looked down my feet, more tears built up in my eyes and I fought hard to keep them at bay. How long had he been standing at the door? Did he see me have my brake down? I sure hoped not, that's just embarrassing, "But you can call me Sal if you want, its what my family and friends call me, not that I have many left that actually care."

"Hey don't say that, that's not true, you have people that love and care for you!" Marks protested. ha!mI thought if only you knew!

"Right, that's why my own mothers selling me away to some guy I don't even know" I laughed bitterly, rolling my eyes.

"That didn't stop you from eye-raping me now did it angel?" He playfuly smirked. Shivers ran down my spine at the nickname, thats what HE called me. Flash backs from that haunting night played in my mind. Him hovering over me, his unwanted hands touching my body, my un-answered cries and pleas for help, begging someone to save me. My raspy, almost inaudible voice, cracking as I screamed at that monster to get of me, to leave me the hell alone. I started to shake and I could feel the hysteria swiftly rise in my chest. Breath in, breath out. I gave up attempting to hide my tears, it was inevitable that they weren't going anywhere, My face quickly became moist and I knew they weren't going to stop anytime soon.

The sound of my loud, fast heart beat  filled my ears and I was to focused on steadying my breathing that I didn't hear Mark's panic filled voice calling my name. As my vision blurred I watched Mark turn his head to speak to a terrified looking Milly, and her quickly flee from the room. Breath in, breath out. Milly returned a few short minutes later with my concerned looking mother in tow. Concerned? My mum was worried about me? But her concerned face turn to a very dissapointed and angry face when her eyes rested on me.

"What the hell is wrong with you now?" I managed to make out my mother's exasperated voice mutter. As much as I was used to my mothers cold behaviour towards me, the dissapointment and irritation in her voice pained me.
In one swift leap I was up on my feet, fleeing the room that held my confused ex-fiancé, dissapointed mother and a very pretty wedding dress behind as I did what I do best, run.