Her Skyscrapers

Chapter 4

Michael's POV

My eyelids fluttered open at the sound of my mother screaming out in the living room. "-no! My dress! Is this blood? Oh Lord, why today!"

I sighed, and let my head throb. The pain rattled across my brain and pain radiated down towards my neck. I ruffled my hair in frustration as I began to sit up. My clothes wrenched in the smell of liquor, I instantly scaweled and quietly walked towards my door. Before reaching it, a stretch of pain radiated through my hand. I quickly realized that my hand was bandaged and overflowed with dark blood stains. I peeled back the wrap to find a few scraps that could've been caused by broken glass. Before I could process what had happened last night, Jaime flew open the door and unfortunately struck my face in the process.

I yelped and caressed my nose. "-Jaime! What the hell!" He fumbled across my room to grab a box of tissues for my bloodied nose.

"I am so sorry, sir. I apologize, I thought you were still sleeping." He apologize several times, even after I said it was fine. He ushered me into the living room to get fitted for the event in which I was not happy about.

I was miserable and tired. I laid on the sofa and grabbed a hold of my tux. Michael, buddy! You can totally divorce her after the wedding, it'll be fine! Perhaps Janice will agree to marry me again. I sighed and fumbled with my suit, not wanting to put it on.

"Honey, you do realize that the wedding is in a few hours right?" My mom laughed as she entered the room. She grabbed my hand and stroked it. She was taken aback to feel a bandage.

"Care to explain why your hand is wrapped? Maybe why last night your father and I heard the breakage of glass last night?" She calmly said, looking me in the eye.

I quickly averted the question. "Mom, I don't want to marry Julliete. She's just..immature. How can she possibly be my wife? I'll be a CEO, while she'll be laying around at home." I fumbled with my tie, clearly showing frustration.

She glares at me and tugs on my tie, almost choking me. She smiles and quietly apologizes. "You should know that she's a very intelligent woman with a voice and mind. I would not deduce and conclude her lifestyle just yet."

I scoffed and draped my body over my mom, giving her a gentle hug. Age gradually took bits of her, leaving elements of dotage. She wasn't as strong as before, and I dreaded moments where senescence became a large factor in her life.

"Give her some time, honey. She's as bright as Janice, even more loving. You just haven't given her a chance." I felt her lips curve into a smile as we both parted from the hug.

I quietly sighed and smiled a bit, before ushering my mother outside. It's going to take a lot of time in order to adjust to her.

I glanced at my watch before heading out to the living room. Out the large window shown within the dining room, guests began to make their way to the ceremony. My observation was quickly disrupted as I heard a door opening followed by feminine voices echoing.

Quickly turning, I saw Julliette struggling to walk and cradeled her foot. "This hurts! I don't want to wea-"

"It's not my fault that you decided to step on broken glass the night before! You brought this upon yourself, Juls." Janice snickered as she helped her sister out.

Broken glass?

"Oh, Michael. You're here. How does Julliete look in my newest collection? It fits her lovely right?" Janice smiles as she shows off her little sister.

I only shrug and quietly murmur to myself. If only you were wearing them.

Julliette shifts uncomfortably as she makes her way outside, occasionally wobbling here and there. Her face showed weary and agony as she limps.

In a flash, she trips over my coat lying on the floor. Immediately, I flexed and grabbed her waist, pulling her onto to me. Our faces met with curiosity and dismay.