The Dress

Roses in a row-3

AUTHORS NOTE
This title was inspired by my aunties bouquet 💐. It was buttyful😛😛😝.
THIS CHAPTER MAY INCLUDE SOME LITTLE SCENES I HAVE READ A FEW TIMES ON OTHER BOOKS. DON't BE SURPRISED. PLEASE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
ENJOYYYYYY!!!!!😝😝😝
Now back to the story....

Edited

Before;
She fell into slumber thinking of the day she will meet her Prince Charming again.

         JESSICA's pov

"Good morning dear. I started to wander when you would wake up." Mama says with her faint British accent. She lived in Britain with her husband before he was sent to jail for killing my parents. The memories flood back to me as I remember that day she found me on the streets. I let it go by seeing the smile on my step mothers face.
Refreshing.
      I get up and muttered a 'good morning' to her and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
       I turned on the music on my phone and entered the shower and looked at the time.

       HOLY SHIT, IT IS 7:15 and church started at 7:30. Wow I was late.

       I rushed out of the bathroom as fast as I went in. I went to the mirror and did my makeup. I did not do a smokey eye like i do on all Sundays, rather not to waste too much time, I did it normally.

        I did not even have time to pick a dress so I threw on something casual like a flair dress and walked out of the closet. I looked at my watch and the time said 7:25.
         I raced out of the house grabbing my break fast from the table. And mumbled a 'thank you' out to mom. And with that I run to my car and all I heard from my mom was " enjoy your church service and pray hard." I shouted an "OK" back to my mom. With that I sped of like I was in a deserted area not caring what I hit.

           I reached the church safely after hitting a dozen of trash cans. And a few mail boxes. And lamps. I walked into the huge church and entered to take my seat.

At the church.

'Hymn number 1221. O bless the Lord the my soul.'
Omg these old ladies are now going to kill us.
The old ladies cleared their throats and started to sing. Jess joined in after the first verse of the song.
    "T'is He forgives thy sins,
      T'is He relieves thy pain,
      T'is He who found my soul from hell
      And makes thee young again.
Aaaameeeen."

The sermon soon began and the reverend mentioned the following points to the congregation;
Genesis 11:1
Leviticus 11
John 3:16
John 11:35
Mattew 1:26.
    With this the sermon comes to a close. The reverend gave the benediction and everyone moved to their various homes. Some went to chat with their friends and others still sat down in the church. I was about to leave when I saw my church buddy, partner in crime, bestie, prank master,
Irene.
      I smiled and walked at her and she ran up to me. I leaned on my black SUV and open my arms as she ran towards me and hugged me. " I missed you girl. Where have you been. I did not see you for the past three weeks." She said.
       "I am just at work all the time and I don't even come home some times. I stay at either a friends or at a hotel. How has your life been." I asked her.
         She was leaving the church when I saw a man I recognised.
He looked waay to familiar.
I think I know him

Where do I know him

Where did I see him

Wedding...
Living around my house...
Friend...
Some creep who is stalking me...
Party?
Party.
PAR-
"Let go of me!"I said as I felt a hand holding me tight by my neck and waist. I figured it was a man due to the strong grip of his hand. I try to wiggle out of his grip.
Damn does he have to be so strong.
I look around but see no one. I then realise how long I have stood there. Alone.
Well as no one is here, I guess I scream for help.

"HEL-"
Right then he covers my mouth with his hand. I felt so disgusted at the smell of his hands. They smell like rotten tomatoes.
EWW. HAVE YOU WASHED YOU HANDS BEFORE.
UHG.
He turns me around and pins me on the floor. And I punch his face with all my might. I realised he had not even moved. He shoot death daggers at me with his eyes. I spit on his face and he wipes it and clean it on his very dirty shirt. I assume the shirt was white and now black and this man is mad. He smelt like the most disgusting person in the world.
Once again, UHG.
I did not realise I said that out loud then he slapped me.
Ouch!!
He tried to make a move on me. I now realise what he wanted to do and I nearly vomited. He wants to get it on with me. Oh hell no.
I then kicked him in the place the sun don't shine and he only makes a sound of pain and let's go of my hand and mouth. I got an opportunity to run. I am not gonna wasting time to slap him, scream and run.
I do exactly that.
Apart from the run part. I scream on top of my lungs for someone to by chance hear me. Right then I feel a sharp pain on my right jaw and all I can now see is black dots and now every thing is black.

Aidan's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I hate my alarm. I just want to break it but its my phone.
The sad part
I have to go to church for that interview.
Yay
I don't like interviews. It's like they want something out of me the go and talk about. These press nowadays like to gossip. I just don't-
WHO GOT ME TO THE BATHROOM!!!
I enter the bathroom humming the song dusk till dawn by Zayn ft. Sia

At the church

'Hymn number 1221. O bless the Lord my soul'.
Do these old women value our ear drums. The horrific voices.
As I don't know the song I might as well walk out.
Receiving this fresh air from the tress brings back memories.
Like the time it was summer and my elder brothers came home. It was so reliving running about and not caring about a shit people.
Until my eldest brother, Marcel, shot his younger brother Marcelo, in the head and he died at the spot. I held him in my arms crying the whole time that day. I vowed to my self to avenge my brother even if it costs my life.
That day my mother who was the most cheerful person could not even consoled me. She tried to let me fell happy even with the toy I always wanted my whole life. But I did not stop grieving. He was my favourite brother.
Obviously.
I was 10. Don't judge.

The rest of my days were okay until at the age of 13, my mother was shot in her stomach and I could not stop the bleeding. So she also died in my hands.
That memory is still in my mind. And of course, her last words.

"Have all the happiness in the world. Don't be ever sad. For your brother and I love you. And as for your elder brother, Marcel, God will put him in his place. Love my dear, love."

I turn my head towards who ever was tapping my shoulder and I realise,
It's the interview guy. Yay. This means church is over. Please note the sarcasm in that.

The interview is going smoothly as I hear a scream.
It must be a woman's voice.
I hate hearing women scream especially in pain. It reminds me of how my mother was screaming out of pain before she left.
       "Please can you please excuse me. I can hear someone screaming. I would want to go help." I ask frustrated. As I was permitted to go.
        I walk to the place from where the sound came from. I saw a man carrying a person on his shoulders. The man turns and sees me and starts to run.
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I am so soo sorry for the long wait of this chapter. I had exams so my gadgets were taken from me but the exams is over sooo, here you go the longest chapter I have ever written.

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