Delilah's POV
Today was a big day, but tomorrow was going to be even bigger. It was the day before Chris and Abigail's wedding. Which was on Friday, October 13. They planned it right.
Beep.Beep.Beep.
I don't wanna get up.
Beep.Beep.Beep.
I slapped Ricky and hit his back pretty hard. "What the fuck Lyla" he replied calmly.
"Can you turn the damn thing off" I heard steady breathing. He fell asleep.
Beep.Beep.Beep.
"Shut the mother fucking thing off!" I yelled. "You turn it off" He's so annoying sometimes. "Fucktard."
"Not nice babe."
Beep.Beep.Beep.
"Fuck this shit is so fucking annoying!" I complained. I got up and turned off the alarm clock. "Get up" I snapped. "Someone's pissed." Ricky stated. "Yeah, because some intolerant fucktard didn't want to get up. Not mentioning any names, *cough* Richard *cough*."
"Bitch." He muttered. "Excuse me? What was that?" I asked irritated. "I called you a bitch."
"Your really pushing my buttons right now Rick." He didn't care. "Whatever, I'm going to go take a shower." Ricky got up out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I walked downstairs and ended up making some coffee. I love this stuff, it's like a drug to me.
As I was drinking my coffee I decided to call Abby and see how she's doing.
Delilah: Hey girl!
Abby: Hey Lyla! What's up?
Delilah: My boyfriend is being an ass right now, what about you?
Abby: Nothing, just waiting for all of the girls to get here. Hurry up! I'm nervous and need company!
Delilah: Why are you nervous? It's not that bad.
Abby: How would you know?
Delilah: I don't, but it can't be that bad
Abby: You'll figure it out when you marry Ricky
Delilah: I hope I marry him one day...
Abby: Trust me, you will, and I've gotta go. See you later!
Delilah: Don't be so sure, and I'll see you later
I laughed, because it seemed like w good possibility that Ricky and I could get married, but at the same time I don't think he really wants to marry me.
When Ricky finally came downstairs, I just walked right past him and up to the bathroom to take my turn in the shower.
I looked at myself in the mirror once I was done in the shower and noticed that for almost two weeks time, the bruises were almost gone.
I finished getting dressed in a Motionless In White tee, black ripped skinny jeans, and black vans. I straightened my hair so it was pin straight and then applied my usual makeup.
I then walked downstairs and made my way to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
When I got to the kitchen, I discovered that there was no more coffee in the pot. "Ricky!" I yelled. "What?" He said as he walked into the kitchen. "Did you drink all that coffee?" I asked "Yeah, why?"
"Well, since you drank it and I made it last time, make some more coffee, I want some." I whined playfully. "If you want it so bad make it yourself."
"I already did, but you drank it."
"So?"
"Your acting like such a bitch today."
"At least I'm not one." He replied. "You know what, I'm leaving." I said walking out the door. He grabbed my wrist. "Lyla."
"Let go of me Ricky, I'm not going to sit here and tolerate your attitude." I replied coldly. "I'm the one with the attitude? Yeah, right" he replied. I yanked my hand out of his grasp and walked out of the door.
