Twisted - Tangled Limbs Sequel (Shannon Leto Fanfiction)

Chapter 50

(Trigger Warnings:  Language and Sexual Content.)

(Missi's POV)

At times I had a knack for upsetting Shannon. I was simply trying to point out how volatile life can be. In the thick of unfortunate situations, the lines you'd previously drawn in the sand changed. Experience had taught me that despite claiming I'd never do something, it wasn't always accurate. Maybe that's why some lines are drawn in sand, the tides that cause the particles to drift make the line less distinguishable over time.

What upset me most was the thought of divorce, not the financial aspect of the prenup. Shannon deserved what he'd accumulated over his lifetime. Sharing our lives together was far more important than who had what in the event of a dissolution of our marriage. I cared more about sharing my life with him, not his money, and I didn't want paid off if it didn't work out.

Shannon could stew all he wanted but imagining how awkward the wedding would be if we weren't on speaking terms by then reduced me to tears. I rolled over and put my face in the pillow to stifle my cries.

The temperature in the Leto home was brisk the following day. Morning greetings were exchanged, but I didn't look at him. I didn't want him to see my swollen eyes from crying the night before. There was no communal shower and by the time I was done with mine he was gone. A scribbled note simply read 'Practice at Jared's', no 'love' or even an 'S'. I was left to my own designs as to where we stood a mere four days before our wedding. Given the expanse of a writer's imagination it didn't take much to concoct likely scenarios.

(Shannon's POV)

I felt relieved as I pulled out of the gate and drove away from the house. I'd escaped interrogation and didn't want to admit to Missi that I'd started questioning whether marriage was right for us. We were starting to disagree more, and I imagined a life with constant differences of opinion. I couldn't get the image out of my head of her saying marriage changes things the day I proposed. Even that was somewhat of a tug of war to get her to agree.

'Hey bro. You're early.' Jared commented when I arrived.

'Yeah' I replied.

'You look a little crazed. What's up?' He asked with a look of concern that slowly changed to clarity as he stared at me. 'Shannon no. Surely you're not thinking of running.'

'That's what my gut is telling me. Maybe this marriage thing isn't for me after all.' I said fidgeting nervously.

'I think that's how all men feel before the big day. You need to reel yourself in a little. Did something happen?'

'It's this whole prenup thing. Why couldn't she just sign it and be done? Why does she have to harp about it? I just wanted things to go smoothly for once. Is this what life's going to be like now?' I said running my hands over my face.

'Is she pushing you for more money?'

'No Jay, she even argued about that. She didn't want a divorce settlement and I was pretty crude about how I went about getting her to accept it. She's blowing everything out of proportion, calling the prenup an insurance policy that will govern our marriage and her behavior. Why can't she see that it's just an outline? Why does she have to be so difficult all of a sudden?'

'Ah, Shannon—newsflash—she's always been a little difficult. You both have. I think it's commendable that she doesn't want a settlement and just part of her independent nature.'

'She's a stubborn bitch is what she is.'

'Who pushes your buttons now and then. Maybe you're the one looking for some guarantee that your marriage will work and view a prenup as a security blanket. Maybe what's pissing you off is that she knows there are no guarantees. And maybe in your mind you think a divorce settlement will ease the guilt if you happen to be at fault. Or maybe, just maybe bro, you simply have cold feet and you're looking for any excuse to bolt.'