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Chapter 12
It's the day before the wedding and all the commotion has finally stopped. The seats are set, the gift baskets are prepared, and, through no help of my own, the wedding dress is complete.
"Its beautiful!"
"Absolutely stunning!"
"What a vision!"
I twirled around in the gown letting the sequence catch the afternoon sun sending tiny gems of light dancing along the wall. It was beautiful and even without make up I was beautiful in it.
From the reflection in the mirror I see Vaun walk into the room before the other women do. "Well, well, well!" He claps, but to who? Is it the fine work done on the dress or his pretty little toy made even more tantalizing by the wedding gown?
I smile as he leans down to kiss me hello. One of the girls smiles and exclaims to one of the others, "Aww how sweet!" Is it wrong that at that moment I suddenly pictured stuffing this stupid dress down her naive little throat? The wedding had my nerves stung tighter than cello strings. I had never had to work so hard in my life to keep all the emotions bound.
Vaun smiles though keeping up his appearance as the loving fiancé that rest of the world thought he was. "Well ladies that will be enough for today, my little bride to be must be exhausted and I want her well rested for tomorrow!"
Had I had a single friend in that entire room I could have begged her to stay, to keep me safe from this man whose first never seem far from my face anymore. I didn't though, so I watched as these happy little women got to go home to their lavished lives and forget about the little nightingale trapped behind the iron bars of her cage.
When they finally leave he turns to me, letting the happy little facade of his drop. "Take off the dress." my hands are shaking so hard they can hardly get the clasp undone. The dress falls to my feet revealing a body full of bruises. He walks over gently letting his hand skim over his handy work. "We'll have to find something to cover that up."
I close my eyes. "Why do you want to marry me?" his hand on my waist freezes. He looks up at me with a malicious gaze and my body tenses.
"What?" they say that the fear of pain is always greater than the pain its self, if thats true then why do my lips refuse to shut up?
"You could have any girl! You could have a million beautiful girls lined up at your bedroom door tomorrow and each one of them would love to marry you. So why me? You know I don't love you so why keep me here?"
He grabs my wrist and forces my hand on his chest. "Feel this?" the steady pulse of blood runs beneath his skin and my fingers tremble above it. "As long as this heart is still beating you will be mine. I bought you and I own you. I refuse to share what is mine. Ever." He smiles before he turns to leave, but as his hand grips the metal of the door knob he stops and turns to me.
"You say I can have any girl I want, when I want and you're right. I want you Anniel Heathet and tomorrow I'm going to make you mine." He slams the door just as my legs buckle and my body slumps to the floor letting vain little tears escape my eyes and fall to the merciful floor to be lost forever in the oblivion of nothingness.
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There were five things I was sure of as I stood staring out into the moonless sky that night.
