The Marrying of ZIM

4. The wooing of Zim.

I laid in bed realizing that there was actually no way to get out of the marriage but was I just going to accept it? No, I'd still fight and bicker my way through this whole process. It's been two weeks since CJ politely asked me to leave her house, since then the stuff I had at her place showed up to my door steps neatly packed into boxes. One thing was missing though, the dress I wore the night of the dinner. I avoided everyone like the plague. Richard threatened to screw the door from the hinges if I didn't come out soon.

There was a knock on my room door and I didn't plan on answering it just like I hadn't answered the previous knocks. I sat up staring at the door waiting for the person to leave but they didn't, the knocking persisted so I turned my tv on and turned it up, there must be something loud enough to distract me. The knocking subsided after awhile and I found myself drifting off to sleep but then there was a loud bang and I jumped up screaming. My door was threatening to cave in from the force of whatever was hitting it or whomever was throwing themselves into it and then I heard a drill but I wasn't stupid. The door has to be open to get screwed off the hinges and I didn't plan on opening the door for that to happen but then I heard keys jingling on the other side and that's when I got up and ran to the door.

"WHAT!!!!!" I shouted flinging the door open.

"Lower your voice in my house young lady." It was Richard.

"What?" I asked again but with my inside voice this time.

"I'm taking you out to get ice cream, put on some clothes and let's go. You're driving." He said and walked off with his drill in hand and the keys in the next. I rolled my eyes and walked back into my room shutting the door.

I went to take a quick shower and got dressed in joggers and a T-shirt stepping into my Nike slides and leaving my room. I left my phone, no one was texting or calling anyways. I took my keys off the hook and found Richard in the garage sitting in his vintage sports car talking on the phone, he absolutely adored that car. Once he saw me, he got out and walked over to the Jeep climbing in still engaged in his phone conversation and I got into the driver's side starting the engine up. I pulled out of the garage and buzzed the gate so it would be open by time I got to the end of the driveway, after driving out I buzzed it again watching the gate close. I drove off down the street and exited the neighborhood, I knew where we were going. It's where he always took me to get ice cream ever since he married my mother and saw just how stern and demanding she can be when it comes on to me. After 30 minutes, I pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream parlor and shut the Jeep off getting out. Richard was still on the phone but once we got our orders he disconnected the call and started eating his Sundae.

"I'm sorry for breaking the news to you like this," he said licking off his spoon.

"Well you could've done better," I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I know, it's been three years and we're just telling you." He shook his head.

"That hurted," I said and he laughed. It was a regular for us to watch vines on Sunday evenings when he didn't have to busy himself with work.

"I know, have you told Carter?" He asked. Richard knew everything that my mother failed to see.

"She didn't take it so well, she ran me out of her house." I sighed.

"Ouch," He said rubbing my hand trying to comfort me.

"I'll get over it." Would I really?

"Not for now you won't, she's the only person you've ever brought around us so I'm assuming she's the only one you've ever really dealt with like that," he said. He also studied psychology, said it helped him to understand criminal minds better.