Me and Him

Wedding

Mary POV:

(Not Edited).

"Dear Mary, I'm so happy for you," Nancy said from behind me. I smile as she brushed my dark brown, releasing the matted knots that loomed within it.

"Thank you, I'm so excited," I said, letting somewhat of a tiny squeal escape from my lips. Suddenly a pair of arms wraps around my shoulders, warm heat soaking into my pores; I couldn't help but to squeeze her arms tightly with much intentional love.

"I bet you are even more excited for the passionate night after the wedding," she whispered into my ear, her light breath fanning my ear with warm moisture. A blush crept upon my cheeks as the realization of her words drifted into my mind. Pulling out her arms I turn to face her to see a huge grin plastered on her face.

"What, your mother never told you about -"

"Not really," I truthfully interrupted her, not wanting to continue the conversation any longer. It was to embarrassing as I did not have any knowledge of the subject. A small giggle intruded the air as Nancy’s footsteps neared me.

"Oh Mary, your innocence is unbearable," I stared at her as she stood inches from my face, her eyes gleaming in delight of timidity.

"Did your mother tell you anything about your duties of the bed?" I shockingly shook my head no. My mother merely told me what expect. Most of the knowledge have is not from my mother, but romance novels on my bedroom shelf; still I had vague aspects of what to expect. Sighing to herself, she took a seat on my bed and gestured me to her side. Complying, I slowly made my way towards her, feeling burning heat slope me cheeks as I sat next to her.

"I will teach everything you will need to know," she smiled genially.

“You will be need of the knowledge,” she stated looking me straight in the eye. I nod and listen to the words of wisdom that flowed from her lips.

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"Nancy, I don't know if I can-"

"Nonsense child, you can; and if you really love him, you will." She interrupted my speech, her warm voice looming in the air. I look up at her as fear began to spread within my body.

"Don't worry Mary; he will be gentle with you. He loves you." She spoke once more, as if seeing the impulsive fear appearing from my eyes.

“Listen to me, Mary, I know men; and know when a man is madly in love.” Her voice seems as if it was drifting off as if drifting off into a distant memory. I watch her in complete silence as her eyes become adrift from reality. Becoming worried, never seeing her behave in such manner, I grasped her hand in mine awakening her. I see sadness in her eyes. What could have affected her so?

“Mary, before I met Michael, before he found me…” trailed of leaving a cascade of tears behind, I swallowed a lump in my throat that I did not notice at first, I squeezed her hand encouraging her to continue.

“Mary, I was used by men, not knowing how love really felt. I was taught to please when I was young, sold into slavery at twelve years of age. My mother and father needed money to pay off their dept., and what wasn’t more rewarding than their young beautiful daughter.” Shock resolute my body as I listen to her continues on.

“He was a horrible man, forcing himself on me stripping me away my innocence every moment he had, showing no mercy. I was treated like a mere whore, and nothing but one. I never felt love and I never thought it existed.” A liquid tear slipped down from her eye making a graven heartache prick inside me. I did not know her painful past. She knew everything about me, my favorite color, my favorite food and my love for nature, but I did not know much about her.