In the Eyes of a Blind Man

Chapter One

Chapter One: Wedding

Elias’s POV

          My heart squeezed in my chest as I saw the cream colored doors open at the other end of the hall. The piano started to play traditional wedding music as she waltzed into the room with the train of her dress following close behind her. Her dress was fitted to her body, the color was a cream white like the walls and pretty much everything else in the room. But something about how she walked down the aisle set her apart, she was breath taking.

          My eyes shifted over to an emotional wreck of a man that who could call her father. The closer they got to the cream colored altar the louder his held back sobs got. The corners of my mouth curled at the sight, even with a train wreck around her arm she still glows. When they reached the makeshift altar, her less emotional mother dragged her dramatic husband to his seat.

          Her gaze caught mine and her smile was almost blinding, I smiled back as her, grin was contagious. Her veil was lifted and the light shined on her face at the right angle making her beauty shine brighter than it did when it was covered. The vows I written for this very occasion didn’t seem to do her justice, but to see her glow brighter at every word made me know I did well.  I tuned out the priest as he said the usual wedding stuff, all I could focus on was her silver eyes that melted my heart like butter. I snapped out of my haze when I heard her say I do. How tempted I was to say it back.

          “And do you, Scott Evergreen, take Sarah Golding to be your lofty wedded wife?”

          “I do.” My heart squeezed again as they kissed, the love I felt for this woman was more deserving than his. Why did he get to be happy and not me? I guess when they say life’s a b*tch, they mean it.

I danced with my god daughter to the chicken dance for at least three repeats, if I flapped my arms one more time I’d lose my mind. I excused myself to the bathroom, Tori whined but soon got over it when the cake was to be served.

Unfortunately the bathroom hadn’t escaped the clutched of Uncle Wilson. I avoided that gas chamber and decided to just explore the garden in the back of the villa that the reception was taking place in. It was Sarah’s parents’ villa, in England a nice little remote spot by London. It was truly beautiful, really. And Scott would be able to see it whenever he’d visit, but that’s not why I’m sour. He doesn’t deserve her he never did, so why did she pick him? I could treat her way better, he didn’t write the vows, he said he’d just get some off of the internet! I wrote them for him because she deserved more than that. And that was as close as I could get to saying ‘I love you’ without making our relationship awkward.

Scott and I were friends but nowadays I avoid all contact with him. He has confronted me on it plenty of times but I just blamed it on my job, he stopped asking after that knowing that I can’t speak about it. I in all actuality hated Scott. I hate him even though I’d never told him I loved Sarah, I still hate him. The fact that he got someone he nowhere near deserved made me angry.

In five years tops they’d divorce each other. Sarah would want children and Scott would want to watch sports center in peace. Sarah would have an affair and have a family that she’d love. Scott would find out and beat her and then he’d go to jail because Sarah isn’t a weak woman. He lifts a hand on her, that’s the beginning of his sentence.  That’s what I loved about her she was an independent woman that wanted a man not need one.

I will be completely honest I wish I’d have said those vows myself to her but then again, I don’t. I’m glad I met her but I also regret it. I know it’s wrong but I wish she had fell in with me almost as much as I wish I had never met her. I’ve been hung up on a woman who would never see me as I see her and if I were to ever tell her how I felt, I could see it now. She’d look at me with those pity filled silver eyes and say exactly this, “Believe me, I love you. But just not in that way”. That’s what would hurt me, I have her heart just not in the way I want it. I just don’t understand why I just couldn’t be happy? My mother says there’s always going to a rainy day in life, sometimes it’s a rainy season but behind a rain cloud is a rainbow.

When is my hurricane going to pass by? Loving someone is always bittersweet but knowing they don’t and won’t love you back makes it less sweet. I would walk through the hurricane to the eye of the storm if that meant I’d meet someone who actually loved me. And to fall out of love with that woman, god I would rather love anyone but her.

I was so gone in my thoughts of heartbreak that I nearly screamed when the bushes beside me started to shuffle. A gray squirrel ran past the path making me curse under my breath. Friggin squirrels. I continued down the path till the same bush shook again. I chuckled assuming it was Tori trying to scare me, she wasn’t very good at being sneaky. “Tori come out I know it’s you.” The bush stopped moving and stayed silent. “Come on honey we’ll go dancing, okay.” I fell back when a figure that was obviously not my five year old god daughter stood up from the bushes. The figure walked out of the shadows and pushed a sword in my face. I scooted away from him. The psycho with the sword was a man, he was tall and tannish with a slender muscular build. His jet black hair was a mess but it looked good on him, his silver eyes felt like they were looking right through me as he glared. He growled at me making me stop checking out the psycho with the sword.

“Who is Tori?!” he grounded out obviously p*ssed at my lack of response the first so-so times he’d asked me. His glare got sharper as he saw I wasn’t answering, it’s not like I didn’t want to it was more like I couldn’t. My words got stuck in my mouth, I was tongue tied. But not out of fear though, like any normal person would feel in this situation. I felt like when Sarah first actually talked to me.

I looked up at the sky, I know I said I would fall for anyone and that it didn’t matter, but why’d it have to be someone who obviously is ready to slit my throat. “Who is she?” he said gentler but not by much, he still had the sword at my face. He was acting like a jealous boyfriend and it was sort of cute/annoying as hell. “My god daughter, now could you get your pocket knife out of my face?” I internally face palmed. Did I really just give sass to a man with a sword at my face? I did, he was just as surprised as I was about it, but you know what surprised me more? He put the sword down and actually helped me up and muttered an apology. He really was insane.

“Who are you?” I asked with an attitude, if I was go I was gonna go big. He fixed his shoulder length hair and his outfit that looked to be made of completely leather except his cape. I know this is England and all but really? A cape, it did look good on him though. He was sort of bipolar, he was just a hostile beast and now he’s nervous under my gaze. “You’re weird.” I said without thinking, he looked at me and nodded as if I was telling him as a command or a demand. He really was weird.

The leather wearing psychopath grabbed my hand and started to walk. I wanted to snatch my hand away but I couldn’t for two very good reasons. He was friggin strong, pretty much that’s my only legit reason. The other less legit reason was I’ve never held hands with someone remotely attractive. In fact I’ve only held my mom’s and my sister’s hand but that was when we were kids. Okay back to the situation, he was dragging me away from the villa, which told me he wasn’t a performer for the party. At that very moment I just realized.

“I’m being kidnapped.” It came out as a hushed whisper as I started to struggle. I screamed for help but he swung his sword at my neck daring me to scream again. This is happening to me, I’m being kidnapped and being sold off as a sex slave. I can’t live like that! “Dibrious, are you crying?” {A/N: A god I made it up)} I shook my head struggled again but did not dare to scream. He put the sword away and held my had gentler than he was and stared into my eyes. Now I felt I was in one of those cliché romance movie where they kiss in the rain. “Please come willingly, I don’t really want to hurt you. But I will if it means you’ll leave with me.” I mentally rolled my eyes, how romantic. He let go of my hand and slowly backed away watching me closely as if waiting for me to run. He said so incoherent words underneath his breath and a strange light appeared beside him which turned into a door. Nothing fancy about the door, it was red and kind of glossy but had no other aspects to it. It looked I door any house have as their front door. My bipolar kidnapper opened the door still eyeing me as he did. Though the front of the door was plain the other side was extravagant, it was made of intertwined rods of gold and silver, the door itself wasn’t the only thing that took my breath away. The door seemed to open to another dimension, it was like a fairytale scene from a fantasy movie. It was bright and prosperous on the other side of the door, truly breath taking.

I found myself walking through the door without hesitation, the man in black followed me through and closed the door behind him. He walked ahead of me ignoring me, glaring whenever I tried to speak. I left my life behind for an a**hole? How is this anywhere near a rainbow?