From Sweden with Love (Bill Skarsgård)

Chapter 3

  The Following morning I woke up; propping up on my elbows as I winced at the soreness in my neck. I realized I had fallen asleep in an awkward position, last night and now I was paying the price as I rubbed my sore neck. I looked around to find the bed empty as the events from last night hit me. Bill and I getting into an argument and him deciding to sleep in the other room, i felt guilt bubble up inside but i shrugged it off. I bit my lip as I got up; tying my hair into a messy bun as I stepped out of the room. I came across the Bedroom where Bill was sleeping as my hand subconsciously reached out to turn the doorknob as it slowly opened; revealing Bill snoring gently on the bed, his body sprawled in an uncomfortable position while his long legs dangled off the bed. The sight made me smile as a soft chuckle escaped my lips. How does he even fit on a bed?

"Förtjusande" I mumbled, gently closing the door behind as i made my way towards the kitchen. Realization dawning upon me as my eyes widened. What the hell did i just say?

"Förtjusande" The word rolled off my tongue, it was an unfamiliar word but it sounded as if i was familiar with it. How are you even speaking Swedish?How the hell do you know it? What does it mean even?

"Förtjusande" i kept on chanting it over and over again. How was i speaking a foreign word that i didn't know the meaning of? It sounded silly. I reminded myself to Google it up later. Why not ask Bill? Yeah right after last night go up to him and say hey bill! i hope you slept well, oh what does Förtjusande mean? Good one Ari. 

I sighed; shrugging off these thoughts as i pulled out the coffee maker and poured water and a spoon of coffee powder in it before preparing the scrambled eggs. Bill wasn't awake yet, so it gave me the opportunity to think over the things that had been going around.I Fiddled with the mugs and forks; frustrated and unsure what to do about myself and my life? I haven't been out of the house which reminded me of how i needed to see my Family. They're in London. 

After the breakfast was ready, I placed it on the kitchen counter as i plodded towards my room and straight into the bathroom; stripping off my clothes, as i turned on the tap to brush my teeth; walking over to open the glass slide doors I stepped into the shower' letting the warm water run down my body and soothe me. I reached out for the peach body wash and began scrubbing my body before shampooing my hair. Were my parent's at the wedding even? If we're actually married, why didn't I annull it? Why did Bill Marry you? Where's the wedding album? And then it hit me, The wedding Album. It's got to be around. I hopped out off the shower grabbing a towel hanging on the rack to quickly wrap it around me as i walked out and began ransacking through the bedside drawers. As i rummaged through the drawers my gaze flickered towards several bright colored packages lying inside. XXL. You don't wanna imagine. My eyes widened as i quickly shut the drawer and moved onto the next one until my fingers brushed against a leather bound white cover.This has to be the album. 

I pulled out the heavy book as my eyes darted towards the beautiful cursive writing emblazoned in gold at the bottom of the cover. 

Arianna & Bill

20.03.22

We had a spring wedding? I trailed my fingers across the letters as I tried to remember my big day but nothing came. I took a deep breath as I opened the album and a picture of Bill and me staring at each other popped up, He was dressed in a smart tuxedo and I was wearing a beautiful pristine wedding dress. We looked so much in Love. Did he really Love me? The next pictures were of us laughing and smiling as he twirled me around. It looked perfect, we looked so happy there. I wish i knew what it felt like. The next pictures were of Bill's family and other friends. Anxiety kept on clawing in my stomach as I anxiously looked through the wedding pictures. I couldn't see my parents or family in any pictures. What if i had married against their will? What if they were upset at me and didn't show up at the wedding? The picture on the next page caught my eye as I noticed my mother hugging me as my father stood next to Bill laughing, I sighed in relief; wiping away a stray tear that had rolled down my cheek. There were several girls standing in lilac colored dresses that I assumed to be my bridesmaids. Two of them standing at the end caught my eyes. Isabelle and Rachel. A smile formed on my face, they definitely had grown. 

Suddenly the door flew open as I jolted up, startled. Bill had walked in his eyes landed on me as the flickered towards the album in my hand as he took in my half unclad state. I hugged the towel closer to my chest, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. He averted his gaze away; making his way towards the bathroom.

"I just need to get my towel" He spoke, disappearing inside the bathroom as I placed the album back in the drawer and pulled out a pair of tee and destroyed jeans; rummaging through the drawers to pull out a pair of white undies. I could hear the shower running so it was safe for me to change before he walked in on me naked again. I hurriedly dressed up before drying my damp hair with a drawer and pulled on a tad bit of lipstick before walking out. Breakfast had gotten cold and I had to warm up the eggs and coffee again as I heard the bedroom door open and Bill entered the kitchen. His damp hair pulled back, I had to avert my gaze away from him to stop myself from staring too long. Was it a sin to look at your own attractive husband? I cleared my throat as I placed the coffee mug in front of him.

"Morning" I spoke as he nodded digging in his plate and I won't lie but his silence, it bothered me. He wasn't usually like this was he? Yesterday's breakfast was perfect if only you hadn't ruined the day Ari.

"So umm I hope you slept well?" I asked, trying to make a conversation as he looked up at me in surprise.

"Yes of course i slept well" Bill pulled up a smile, sarcasm dripping in his tone. Wow you sent your husband to sleep off in another room on a small cramped bed smaller than his monstrous size and you ask him how he slept? Smooth Ari. Real smooth.

"I can take that room, I'm sorry" I answered truthfully as he sipped his coffee; getting up. He opened his mouth to say something but decided not to as he grabbed the keys off the hanger on the kitchen wall.

"I'm going over to Elias he called" He spoke monotonously as he looked at me straight in the eye, while I began to look around.

"Okay?" I spoke and it sounded more like a question.

"I'll be back noon, you don't mind me taking your car right?" he asked as i looked at him confused. I had my own car?

"Oh of course not" I smiled.

"I have to speed through the town so yeah, you can take mine if you feel like" He spoke as I nodded as we stood there in silence. 

"See you" With that he rushed out, leaving me standing there. What sort of conversation was that? He was acting strange towards me. Wasn't it an odd conversation for husband and wife to have?  I walked over to the window to see Bill getting in a black Audi A5. Was it really mine? I sighed as I sat down on to the couch, turning on the TV. I really needed to get out too. After flipping through various channels I turned off the TV, Bored and walked over to grab Bill's car keys off the hanger, Time for an adventure, Girl.