Saved by the Bad Boy

Chapter 7

Everybody's head turns as I walk down the aisle. But the only person that I look at is Einar, he states at me in awe and I blush deeply. The church has huge stained glass windows and has beautiful arches above us. I smile at the beauty of it. I walk to the front where Einar clenches his jaw and puts up a mask again. I gulp and listen to the pastor, he seems to talk forever. I find it hard to look at him and he bores me with his dark brown eyes. I bite my lip as we say our vows, my voice shaking. And now the words I'm fearful for.

"You may now kiss the bride." He takes a deep breath and before I could even blink he wraps one hand around my waist and the other cradles my neck and he pulls me in. Our lips collide and at first, his lips are cold and hard, not wanting to kiss. But he grows soft and pulls me in deeper. But I push him away softly, knowing we have an audience. He reddens a little but I turn to face the crowd who smiles and music suddenly starts. We are put in a limo alone together with a wall blocking us from the driver's view. We get in and sit on the opposite sides. 

"So..."

"I know, pretend." He nods. 

"And about the kiss..." I gulp.

"I know, it was a mistake. You didn't mean it." He looks like he wants to say something else but keeps his mouth shut. I stare out the window. I'm married now, I'm a wife. A horrible one at that, and one that her husband hates, and I know that I'll never have that one person that knows me and makes me laugh, that one person who makes me dance on the clouds, that one person who loves me more than anything, but I know that today marks the day that I can never go back from. Everything changes now. Once we get back they have a new dress laid out for me. It's beautiful in every way. It is a maroon color with off-shoulder straps and a simple style that is tight around my chest and has a skirt that touches the floor. But there's an annoying zipper in the back that I just can't reach. I hear the bathroom door open from where Einar was changing. He stands there for a second before saying anything.

"Um, need some help." I turn around a bit irritated, but blush, embarrassed. 

"Um, yeah, thanks." I turn around and he tried one hand to pull up the zipper, but it doesn't budge.

"I think it's stuck." He declares and I bite my lip. He places the other hand around my waist to keep the dress from moving and I suck in a breath, now nervous and tugs on the zipper. It easily zips up now, but he takes his time zipping it. He fixes my hair, brushing my neck. I know he's enjoying seeing me tense up. I turn around to give him a 'really' look the corners of his mouth twitch.

"What?"

"Was that zipper really suck?" I give him accusing look and he turns around for the door, but not in time to see him turn red. We walk out the door and wall down the hall towards the reception. I stop him at the door.

"What?" I take a deep breath.

"We're pretending. We are joyful newlyweds and love each other so dearly. Okay, I'm ready." He nods and opens the door. Everyone turns and they cheer. I put on a fake smile and laugh, waving at them. He interlocks our fingers and I jump at the contact. But I curl my fingers around his. He gives a smile as well. We sit down at the table in our assigned spots and talk, acting happy. It fools everyone, except for leader. He watches us carefully. He smiles and mouths, "Love each other." I panic and I freeze, my hands start to shake. Einar notices his father and my panic. He gulps before forcing me in for a kiss. His kiss is soft and comforting, but also fierce and angry. Like he's mad at me for not being convincing enough. I kiss him back and the crowd cheers. We pull away and see leader shake his head. I wrap both arms around his arm and close my fingers around his. He gives me a fake smile and I smile as people talk to us, happy. But as I pay close attention, they too are only acting happy. Then I realize these people are killers, they only look for blood. And they love to party but they also fight for a good spot in the D.E.A.D. I bite my lip, suddenly feeling unsafe. I start to shake a little. And pull my arms tighter to Einar. I don't know why, but somehow he's the safest one here. He's the only one I trust. He looks down at me, asking what's wrong with his eyes. I shake my head, showing that it doesn't matter. He yawns and stretches. 

"Alright, I know we all have had a long day and even though it's only 5 I want to get as much with my new wife tonight as I can. So good night, there will still be more drinks when we leave though so don't feel the need to stop just because we leave." He calls out, everyone listening. They cheer at the end, but their eyes all scream at him, bloodthirsty and crazed. He pulls me out into the hall and there I let out a deep breath. I feel like I can suddenly breathe. He sighs.

"Well now that this over, we have to drive to the beach." I give him a questioning look.

"What's at the beach?"

"Our honeymoon." I sigh and feel like throwing up. But away from these people, I am happy.

"How long?"

"Only a week. I need to be back here for missions." I nod and he pulls me to the limo where we drive. Once again, we sit on opposite sides of the car. But I start to feel sleepy and end up falling asleep. I don't wake up until an hour later when the car stops. I wake up, my head in his lap. I sit up quickly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"It's fine, by the way, you drool in your sleep." He says smiling. I redden and wipe the drool from my face. When we ring in at the front desk the man smiles.

"Ah yes. We have a special room just for you." He leads us through the hall and opens a door, "This room was specially fixed up for you two." I look around. There are rose petals everywhere, there's a glass door with sliding door folded up on the side that leads straight to the beach. But the thing that catches my eye is the bathroom.

"Uh, why is there no door on the bathroom." He rubs the back of his neck and reddens.

"It was requested." I nod slowly, "Well enjoy your stay." He says and shuts the door. I yawn, tired. I look through the suitcases that were brought up. There are bikinis and short dresses, but once again no night clothes. I groan.

"What's wrong?"

"Do these people not know how to pack? Once again, I don't have pajamas." He laughs, "What's so funny?"

"You know my dad is doing all of this on purpose, right?"

"All of what?"

"The rose petals, the no bathroom door, the no pajamas. It's so we can get closer." I run through it in my head.

"That little-"

"Yea, I know." He throws me one of his shirts, "Here wear this." I catch it and raise an eyebrow at him. I'm holding one of his shirts. He shrugs. Luckily I decided to wear my spandex under my dress. He takes his pajamas and goes into the open bathroom. We both turn around, not facing one another and change quickly. When we're done I set out a blanket on the floor and a pillow and lay down. He turns off the lights and gets in bed.

"You know you can sleep in the bed now." I bite my lip.

"It's fine." I hear him turn over in bed as a tear rolls down my cheek. I know that we're husband and wife now, but he'll never truly want me in the bed with him. He'll never love me. He won't be that person that makes me feel like that happiest girl in the world. He won't be that person to make me feel special. He won't, but I'm starting to think that he's not really someone that I need to hate. He's never going to love me, I don't know what I did, but I can read in his eyes that he hates me. And he always will.