Anonymous (Sequel to Revenge On The Player)

Chapter 22 - Wedding Planning?

Amy's Pov

I groaned in annoyance as asshole 1 kept yapping on and on about his life since he was stuck watching us. Annabelle looked like she was trying not to fall asleep and failing. Catherine just covered her ears as she scowled. This guy has been yapping on and on about his life for about 2 hours and right now I was ready to just punch him or strangle him. We get it! You had a hard life! Fix it you asshole! Don't complain to us!

"Oh my goodness, that's it! Shut up!" I shouted furiously as I grabbed a pillow and smacked his face with it. He fell back on his chair, to the floor. He crawled to the side and spat some feathers before glaring at me as I glared down at him.

"You crazy bitch" he growled.

"Oh you wanna go? Because I'm pissed and about ready to strangle you, so if you wanna mess with me, good luck" I threatened.

"I'm good" he said, raising his hands in surrender as his eyes widened. I smirked as Annabelle and Catherine snickered.

"Good, now shut up and stay down" I commanded. He just sat there as he glared at me again. I heard a knock on the door. The dude got up and went over to the door before opening it. Asshole 2 was standing there with a scowl on his face. Ok, do all the guards here have emotionless faces or are they just miserable with their lives?

"You are requested" he said, looking at me.

"Ok, no need to scowl and give yourself more wrinkles than you already have" I said, looking at him like he was crazy. He growled as I walked up to him.

"If you lay even a finger on those two and you're gonna lose an arm, you hear me?" I growled out to Asshole 1. He gulped and nodded his head. "I'll be back" I said to Catherine and Annabelle as they nodded.

Asshole 2 walked down the hall, to a random room that I've never been in before. When we walked in, I saw a girl that was around my age but I've never seen her before. She was dressed professionally and had a clipboard with some paper to write in. I looked at the guy questioningly as he just grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me inside. He roughly sat me in the chair in front of the women before walking outside and closing the door.

"Rude!" I shouted after him.

"Hello Amy, I'm Hayley Clarke" the girl introduced herself as she extended her hand to me. I shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you, can I know why you're here?" I asked.

"I'm the wedding planner" Hayley said and my eyes widened.

"Wedding planner? Oh no" I mumbled to myself.

"I know you're being held her against your will" Hayley said and my eyes widened. "It's pretty obvious with how that guy held your arm roughly, trying to prevent you from running off" Hayley explained.

"What did they tell you when you came here?" I asked.

"Well the crazy guy on the phone said that he wanted me to plan the perfect wedding for you and that if you started acting weird it was because you were on some medication to make you crazy so he said to ignore it" Hayley explained. I growled at that. So he made me out to seem like some drug addict, that motherfucker.

"Thank you for not believing him" I said.

"No worries, plus I could tell you're pregnant so there's no way you would do something that crazy" Hayley added.

"How could you tell?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around my stomach.

"You're starting to show a bit" Hayley said. It's true, I have even though it's been 2 months now that I've been pregnant. That means I've been in here for about a month now. Yes, I'm counting the days, don't judge.