Married At Nineteen

Chapter five

   

   I walked my way down to the sitting room where I saw nobody so I felt relieved. But just as I thought I was alone, I felt a flutter of panic in my stomach as my eyes caught with Chris'.

    " Oh my God! " I exclaimed within me. Chris was " Oh my God ".

   For the first time I felt his presence so much. He wore a body fitting V-necked T-shirt that showed off his nice looking muscles. He is tall and slim but not thin with fine bone structure which were perfectly symmetrical. He is manly I swear. He's got that dark brown eyes which are crystal clear and lively, making me weak at my knees as he gazed.

  He has a really fair skin but really dark hair that was thick and lustrous even though it was low cut. God knows how I wanted his dark shaped eyebrows which sloped upwards a bit, and those eyelashes growing downwards where surprisingly long for a guy. I couldn't imagine the perfect lips he had press against mine.

When he finally smiled, looking deep into my eyes, I couldn't help but blush. How cliché  "How can someone be so perfect?"  I thought.

Oh he's looking at me like I'm awkward, how stupid was I to think he was actually looking into my eyes. Movies!!!!

"Good morning Eddy, how was your night? " his gentle husky voice questioned, cutting off the silence.

" F-f-fine. It was fine " I stuttered

"Snap out of it, you moron. What kind of temptation is this, oh God, I'm finished " I said under my breath.

He was rearranging some furnitures in our sitting room to suit his taste when I bumped in and now, we just stood there not knowing what next to do. But at last I spoke, but he also wanted to say something so we vocally collided.

" I " we said, coincidentally

" Sorry " we hit again

"Ok you go first " he said

" Why not go first? " I asked

"Don't worry. Remember... Ladies first" he said

"Can I have a serious word with you about us? " I requested

" 'kay "

" Um, Chris... you and I know that we were forced into this and this is all my fault so I'm going to fix this. We won't have to be sad about how our life's turned out " What sort of start is this?

" I get it. All this won't have happen if my father didn't trust your dad. My father likes the truth which your dad..well... But what are you going to do to fix it? " he said sounding a bit concerned. My dad broke his father's trust? What?

"I will pay off all those debts, I want us to.. to.. actually.." How are my going to say it? "...pretend in front of our parents that we are actually a happy couple. And after I pay the debts, we can get an annulment. So during our stay together, please.... "

"....let nothing happen between us " he cut me off as if he knew my mind.

"Yes. Don't misunderstand me... It's just that... " I couldn't explain

" I understand, I truly understand. And I can't risk it either, having a kid when we're still in school is going to be so much of a stress if anything funny happens ". He cut in.

I felt embarrassed and popped out words I shouldn't have let out.

"I'm not keeping you in bondage please, you can have a relationship with any woman you want in the world just as long as she will makes you happy, I won't bother you " I said.

" You sure? " he asked as if he knew I wasn't sure of what I said.

" Yes I'm sure Chris " I said

" And one more thing, I will be staying in a place closest to school so I won't have the trouble of going late to school for lectures. Hope you grant me that request please "

" sure, I don't see why not, just as long as mum and dad doesn't find out "

Yikes, I totally forgot about my parents-in-law.

" Okay thanks " I said before I turned around to leave.

" You're welcome " he replied.

We both heard the doorbell ring so Chris went to open it while I stood behind him. Lo and behold, gifts upon gifts were stacked one by one on top of each other outside the door.

A tanned guy with face cap greeted us a happy morning and said: " Deliveries for the new married couple - Mr and Mrs Chris O'Neil?" he raised his head after the last statement.

"We are," Chris replied

"Please sign here," he gave a pen to Chris to sign on a clipboard. I stared as Chris signed.

"And you too madam," he said, referring to me. I signed on the required spot before the man suddenly wished us a happy married life and gave us a huge smile, then after, shook hands with Chris.

"He's kind of good looking." I thought to myself.

I know that I didn't want this marriage but I was kind of curious to see what was in the present that I held especially because it was light. Chris and I packed all the presents inside the house and when we were done, we had a moment of silence, wondering what next to do.

I don't know why but I am a really shy person especially around people am not familiar with. So Chris had no choice but to speak first.

"Let's see what our friends and love ones got us." he said as he took a sit. Our friends, or you mean your friends?

I sat opposite him as we started unwrapping the presents one by one.

Fine, I won't lie, I loved those presents because I never was given a wrapped present by my family or anyone before or as far as I remember. Not that my family was poor or hated presents, we were a stable middle class, earning just the right amount of money and lived a comfortable life but we didn't see the need to do so.

All the presents were nothing special, just expensive material things which even the look on Chris' face could tell you he disliked the gifts.

Just as we were about to stop, one gift caught our attention. We unwrapped this big present only for us to see a baby walker in it. It embarrassed both of us badly and I could see Chris' face flush red. I was surprised as Chris' eyes turned red too and how he just got up furiously and left without a single world. Huh?

I thought I did something to upset him but soon got over it like nothing happened.

"I need to leave this God forsaken house " I thought to myself as my anger grew because of how things turned out for me. I even began hating fairytales, about living " happily ever after ". It just annoyed me thinking about it. Staying with him was going to be languish for my poor soul.

In the first place, why would they choose me of all other girls for Chris? What's behind this and why didn't he object to it?