From Sweden with Love (Bill Skarsgård)

Prologue

   I tossed and turned in the bed as I felt the silken sheets caress my bare arms. My eyes slowly fluttered open and I was suddenly blinded by the bright sunlight rays peeking through the window in rows of thin threads. I always slept with the blinds drawn together and it confused me as I didn't remember drawing them up, maybe mum did so. Nevertheless I closed my eyes again as I buried my face into the soft pillow, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of my bed as I pulled the satin duvet close to me. A smile spread onto my face as I felt myself drowning into the cerulean waves of fantasy; feeling a frisson of joy. I suddenly felt the bed move behind me. If it's you Isabelle, I'm going to murder you. My younger sister always looked for ways to ruin my mornings and annoy the hell out of me. I closed my eyes again and pretended to be asleep; waiting for her to do something so I could take her by surprise. I'm not going to let you get away with it this time, Izzy. I snickered, but my train of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by a gravelly moan belonging to a man and my eyes shot open. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I slowly turned around to face a sleeping figure of a man, his bare back facing me. This can't be, I didn't remember going to a party and ending up drunk in bed with a stranger, never in a million years. My eyes widened as I jolted up, my mind unable to perceive what was happening before I let out an ear-piercing scream as the stranger shot up in the bed, rubbing his eyes.

"What the –" The man reached out to hold me as I began to flail wildly against him, not wanting to even look at him.

"Don't touch me you pervert, I'm gonna call the abuse hot line!" I screamed as he tried to hold me down. My hair flying into my eyes and i could barely see anything. 

"What are you talking about Ari?  I'm your husband and  i'm not doing anything! calm down " I pushed him off me; dragging myself backwards as i suddenly fell out of the bed and landed on the hard vinyl floor; whimpering in pain. A horrible pain shot up my spine and i couldn't move, I was frozen on spot. Husband? I must've heard wrong, this couldn't be possible or I was merely dreaming.

"Are you all right?" The man scooted over to look at me in shock and my eyes widened, unable to believe whom I was seeing.

"Get away from me!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

"Jesus Christ Arianna, vad är det för fel med dig?" (what's wrong with you?) The man spoke in an unfamiliar language as i dragged myself backwards; maintaining as much distance as possible. My eyes darted down towards my body as i noticed i was wearing a sheer nightgown that barely covered my mid thighs and my hands immediately flew to tug the hem down;trying to gain as much decency as possible.

 "Where's my mum?" I shouted as i frantically looked around the unfamiliar room, taking in the vinyl flooring and ornate furniture. 

"Arianna you're scaring me, why are you acting this way?" The man asked, running his hands through his tousled brown hair as his green eyes filled with worry before he got out of the bed and i noticed him wearing just his briefs as i averted my gaze away. I sniffled wiping the tears with the back of my hand.

"Where am I?" I spoke, my voice coming out hoarse as the man stared back at me in confusion.

"You're home, Kärlek"(Love) he spoke; sauntering towards me as i backed up against the wall. The terrified look on my face made him stop in his tracks as he raised his arms in defense.

"Hey hey it's all right, you must've had a nightmare. I'm right here" He spoke, keeping his eyes locked on me.

"I didn't have a nightmare. I'm having a nightmare, this is a nightmare" my lips trembled as I closed my eyes waiting it to be over. Please wake me up. And when my eyes opened, I was still standing in the same room with him. I let out a scream as I noticed how close he stood in front of me and with that I dashed past him towards the door which had to be the bathroom and locked myself in; sliding against the door as i sobbed silently. 

The last time I remember, I was with my parents in London and I was living and enjoying my life as a 19 year old could, a loving boyfriend, a squad of crazy loving friends at Uni, annoying siblings, a house near the outskirts of London, and the ambition to become an aspiring writer. There was no way i would end up getting married this early, at least not yet while I was still in between bachelors, it was out of the question. Yet here i was locked up in the bathroom; bawling my eyes out, while my so-called husband Bill Skarsgård was banging on the door outside; sick with worry.

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