"You're marrying him and that's final Saph." Dad stated as I followed him round begging for him to change the deal he made with his business partner. Dad made a deal with his business partner, if dad could change partnership in his highly exspensive business, his son could marry me. Sure, I was angry with my dad for making a deal about me marrying a guy I couldn't stand, but... well I dont have a reason not to be. Blade Jones was my husband to be.
"That's not fair though! I'll call childline!" I told him folding my arms.
"You're not a child anymore though Saphire. You're 19. That's why it's time for you to help take on the family business! With your new husband you can get a new business partener." Dad told me exciteably.
"Yay what could be better?" I asked sarcastically.
"Exactly, nothing now come on you've got you're dress fitting!" Dad hurried me into the car.
Don't think I'm letting everyone shove me around. I overheard my dad and Mr Jones talking in dads office saying it would be a quick, cheap thing (probably up to five thousand quid on it which is cheap compared to dads business) so I planned to put shoe polish in the wash for the dress which I'll be asked to take to the dry cleaners. The dress and the veil would turn black and also I'd paint the flowers and accessories, also I could invite three guests of my choice to the wedding which will be my three closest friends who we've planned to shout 'I DO' at the point of any rejections. I was planning the wedding of hell. Did I mention I was filling the back pockets of Blades trousers with chocolate which will melt when he sits down so it looked like he shit himself? I planned to die my hair black aswell. As for the glowing tan, I was switching the tan filters to an almost white.
At the dress fittings the chosen wedding dress looked so beautiful, although I was going to be forced to bleach my hair to go with it. The dress was completely white with a rose on my waist. How brilliant it would look in black.
"'Cos I'm a brilliant father you can choose the singer for the after party." Dad smiled as I turned round slowly on the platform I was stood on.
Excitement rushed through me as I instantly thought of Black Veil Brides. I told dad but he wasn't so sure so I showed him The Morticians Daughter. He agreed although he never said I had to use that song. Hm... Which song would cause most hell?
- Rebel Love Song
- Knives And Pens
- Fallen Angels
- Victory Call
- I Am Bulletproof
- All Your Hate
I decided all of them and probably more. Hopefully all of them.
Later dad called Black Veil Brides director and WOOOOO BLACK VEIL BRIDES ARE COMING TO MY WEDDING! They were coming for a rehearsal and planning in a week, my dad thought it was a bit close although they told him take it or leave it. Dad, trying to please me, agreed.
Sat at home on my phone I texted Jordan, my best friend who was coming to the wedding, about Black Veil Brides performing. She didn't like them so much but I didn't care. All the more for me. But it was a different story for Charlotte. She loved them but only their music, she didn't like them. And TJ couldn't stand them. He thought they were bad singers and annoying makeup wearing freaks.
Shaking, I was so excited I couldn't sit still; I was quite upset though because my mum was, lets just say had a screw loose, didn't understand what was going on surrounding her. She was supposed to have made progress since... it happened. I held my breath when I saw her panicked face through the smoke in my head.
I decided to visit mum in the mental ward in hospital. I sat at beside her when I got there with her empty, blank eyes staring at me. She didn't blink. Sometimes her eyes went a funny colour but when I mentioned that to her doctor he said it might just be the eye drops. She lost her memory in the accident, I don't like to talk about it though. "I'm getting married." I smiled to mum holding her hand trying to brighten up the one way conversation. "Do you remember me?" I asked her, "Squeeze my hand if you do." She did nothing, just stared at me.
Suddenly she began whispering. I began panicking; when she did that she usually started grabbing her hair and screaming. "uDeveli ongaphakathi kimi." Muttered mother. "uDeveli ongaphakathi kimi!" She screamed at me pointing her thin fingers at me. Quickly I reached over to the button on the wall for help. "uDeveli ongaphakathi kimi!" She screamed at me grabbing my wrists once I'd finally managed to push the button. Suddenly she leapt out of bed pushing me off the chair I was sat on and repetitively slammed my head against the hard hospital floor. I didn't do anything, I couldn't hurt my mother. I let her drive me to tears until the nurses came to my rescue by grabbing her arms although she pulled out a clump of my hair which really sore. As soon as I got home I began on my laptop. I managed to translate it to Zulu which is a South African language. It meant 'the devil is inside me'
Panicking about what my mum said I began to believe it was just something she learnt in school which had come back to her. I should be greatful for it. But then my heart told me I was wrong. I should be worried, where ever she got that from it wouldn't be something she'd want to know. My mother wasn't religious at all. Why would she say that? I was wondering that when Blade and Mr Jones came for tea. I slipped on my engagement ring which dad told me I had to wear whenever Blade or Mr Jones was around. I sat next to the snotty 22 year old as we had a 3 course. Salad for starters with caviar on bread next to it although I only had the salad because I needed to stay the right weight for my dress size and I didn't like caviar. I was beginning to get really fed up of the whole thing. The main course was Bolonese. The best desert was to finish and it was the treat I chosen for the week, banana split covered in chocolate, mint choc chip and bubble gum ice cream topped with mini marshmellows and foam bananas. Total calories.
Blade sat in his tie next to me with thin lips and kind of what a normal girl would think of as hot. He had chocolate brown eyes with blonde hair and a small, upturned nose. I couldn't stand to look at him.
Suddenly the phone rang just after desert so I got up to get it to hear my mums doctor, "Sapphire Scott?"
"Speaking." I told him, I could hear the seriousness in his voice.
"Miss Judy Scott has suddenly began rejecting her medication and speaking in a foreign language. Do you have any input?"
"With the trouble today she began speaking like that and what she repeated was 'the devil is inside me' in Zulu." I stated.
"She did repeat something. Anyway we've rang to let you know we've had to restrain her and now we have placed tubing through her nasal passage and are feeding her food and medication through it to keep her healthy and bring her back." Dr Smith informed me.
"No. No way! You can't do that without my permission!" I insisted.
"You are not the only one visiting your mother you know, her sister does too."
Sister? I thought, I've not got an Auntie! "There must be some mistake, I don't have an Auntie." I told him.
"In her files she has one sister who was put into care before your mother was born. Judys sister has been keeping an eye on your mother lately."
My mind skimmed through my memories with my mum and I couldn't recall any time my mother, the woman who gave birth to me, ever mentioning a sister.
