A/N: hi! I’m Lnichi27! This is my first story for watty… before I was just a reader like the rest, now I’m trying my writing skills (which I think I lack). Well, I do hope you enjoy reading this and share your thoughts after if you like! Enjoy reading guys!!!
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I was getting ready and all dolled up. Hmm, I was getting married! I’m so excited! I love this guy so much; to the guy I love and love me unconditionally. I’ve waited for the right one. The one who I’ll say to is “I do”.
Getting married was my dream. One of my favorite parts is when the bride starts to walk the aisle, and the groom looks straight into her eyes. With his blue eyes staring looking straight into my brown eyes. It’s like I’m going to melt like an ice cream under the hot summer sun.
Then another best part is this when the priest says “ you may now kiss the bride” Aww.. this is so sweet I’ve waited for this for so long. That perfect kiss, for two people who truly love each other. Hmm, my perfect dream wedding.
***END OF DREAM***
Why do I feel it’s shaking? Is there an earthquake? Oh no! I have to open my eyes! Wait! Why am I hearing my name! Oh no! I don’t like to be under the rubble of stones! Wah! Not like this!
“Anya, Anya, wake up!! Anya! Wake up! It’s your wedding day today! Come on Anya! You can’t be late on wedding day! Well, not so late like this! Come on Anya! It’s like my sister Lizzie calling me.
I opened my eyes. Still I am in a state of shock and confusion. I started rubbing my eyes. Then look straight to my sister Lizzie. “What do you think are you doing Anya?! Move your ass now! You’re getting married! Wake up Anya! Don’t act like shit!” I stared at Lizzie, this time as if I do not understand what she was saying. Plus my head is like throbbing with pain. It was as if I hit the wall or something. I’m having one of my shifty headaches like the one that I had during the winter during my stay in New York when I was still studying.
Lizzie started picking up some things on my floor. I think my head is not processing this fast, it’s like my own processor in my head got broken or what! “Now I know why you’re like this” she showed me a bottle. I’m not really recognizing the bottle Lizzie is holding in front of me. A bottle of tequila, oh no I’m joking myself, it is only one of the bottles that my sister is putting on my bedside table. “How were you able to go in?” I was staring at my sister while she is moving around my room and around my condo. I presume she is cleaning the mess that I made last night. Well, that’s how far my memory has reach since I just got up. Anya! That shout of my name made me stand up. I rush to where Lizzie is, apparently in my kitchen which is quite bigger than a standard kitchen for a person living in a condominium. “What?! “ I am practically scared, she is my sister after all, the only one I have aside from my older busy big brother, my parents which I tried to separate myself from. She was showing me more bottles of liquor aside from the ones that I had in my room, I passed some of them while I was trying to reach her I mouthed “I’m sorry Lizzie”. Argh! My head! This is not a headache this is hangover!
Away from the limelight; away from the busy life of business people who walk to and fro to social gatherings. Don’t get me wrong, I lived on the shadows of my parents for some time right now. I tried to hide from everyone who is trying to be friend me, because my family has some cash. I don’t want to be associated to someone who has interest with money. What I mean is that the one who is in greed of money. I lived a simple life, and I started low at the most bottoms, and right now I have risen to the standards of life. I’ve built my own corporation, due to my hard work and strong love of sweets. And no single cent came from my parents that I haven’t paid off. I made sure every debt I make gets paid with interest, I don’t know why I am like this but I believe it has how life has mostly made me to be like this.
Anya! Get moving the make-up artist and your hair stylist would be here any minute! Have you forgotten? Gets your ass moving! Go. Bath. Now. Anya! Oh my I have to get moving, or else Lizzie, might explode like the one she had before when we’re younger.
****FLASH BACK*****
I was 13 and Lizzie was around 7 years old. Just because I didn’t like to move that day, Lizzie became like a monster that I never she imagined she could be. She pulled my book away, which was back then currently newly bought. She pulled my legs to get it down the floor. Repeatedly, asking me to change my clothes, because she wanted to swim that day. Then she started pulling me so hard, that I had to shout to stop her while I started to cry, but before our parents came to us, she started crying and putting all the blame to me. My parents know she’s like that she gets tantrums when she doesn’t get what she wants. Spoiled brat. That’s how she was. She’ll pull you off until you say yes.
****END OF FLASH BACK****
I started moving myself towards the bathroom. I started filling up the tub with some warm water and put some bubble bath gels. I went in the tube then, I remembered today is my wedding day the one I dreaded. Don’t call me over reacting. I’m not really up for this, after all I’m only 24 years old for crying out loud to the heavens and stars above. I am bound to get married soon to someone I don’t really love and I don’t really care about. Someone, introduced by my parents some weeks ago, to be specific just last month. And with all honestly I’m not up to this. I’m not getting married. I don’t like him even the tiniest bit of him. My parents just got caught with this and this is not originally a planned or arranged marriage my parents are against that thing. They believed marriage is bounded by love not by money, lust or whatsoever arrangement. ‘coz as they said it would just break two people apart once they started living together. They would start eating each other’s personality that in the end they would just end up getting broken and lost like most people are.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: SORRY I HAVE TO STOP FIRST, MY LAPTOP IS ABOUT TO DIE AND I CANT FIND A PLUG WHERE I CAN CHARGE. DON’T WORRY I’LL UPDATE AS SOON AS I CAN. WATCH OUT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER SOON
