Cruel Sanctuary

Chapter 10

For some reason, we've ended up at mine and Owen's penthouse. Everyone besides my mother is here because her nurse will take her to the hospital any minute now. Even the Anstey's have showed up, "So, we are here to discuss the marriage arrangements for Owen and Skylar," Tina starts and I look to Owen in disgust as he looks to me with apologetic eyes, still willing me not to cut off this marriage. I must admit, I love being in control of this situation.

"Not to backtrack or anything but has anyone bothered to alert Owen or me of when this is happening?" I ask harshly and my dad looks at me bluntly, "The wedding will take place in two months time," He tells us both and I take in a deep breath, I didn't expect it to be so soon! "Jack, why don't you go and play in my room? It's the first door on your left when you go upstairs," I suggest and he leaps off my lap and bolts upstairs with his overnight bags. My parents agreed to leave Jack in my care for the rest of the weekend, luckily for me. He will be a good excuse not to converse with Owen. 

Mike speaks up, "Owen, you'll choose your best man, of course, and Skylar, you'll choose your maid of honour and bridesmaids." 

"So, you're telling me that Owen and I will be married in two months time? And I've got to get a dress and we need to plan it in that amount of time, even though it takes years for a wedding to be planned? That's ridiculous!" I rant at our parents and Owen nods, "I can't believe I'm saying this but I agree with Skylar." Owen snaps. 

"You knew the deal when you both took this on," My father states, sternly and authoritatively, "Yeah, we get that but have you even took into consideration that I don't want to do this anymore?" I hiss and I feel Owen stiffen from beside me, "No, no. She does want to do this, she just wishes it wasn't under these circumstances," Owen butts in, "don't you, Honey-boo?" He finished through gritted teeth, trying to show our parents that we are 'in love' and there is no need for them to doubt us. 

"Oh yeah, that's what I meant," I reply hesitantly, managing to fool everyone besides Jeremy, "You know me so well...Baboo...?" I play along and he looks at me, amused with my struggle for pet names. Our parents just look at us in a weird way. Okay, so maybe we buttered it on slightly too thickly but it's better than them thinking we still haven't learned to get along. Jeremy glares at Owen with piercing eyes; I tell you, if looks could kill, Owen would be long gone. 

"Okay, well, that's all. I must get back to Sarah and visit her in the hospital," My dad concludes, kisses me goodbye and exits the penthouse, waiting for Jeremy in the car. Tina and Mike both stand once my father has left, their posture straight and their strides stern compared to my dad's casual meander, "We're proud of you both, I hope you know that," Tina compliments us and then her and Mike leave, not even bothering to even hug Owen goodbye. Last is Jeremy. 

"Jer, dad's waiting, you best go. I love you," I hug him and kiss his cheek but his eyes are locked plainly on Owen, "Let me get this straight, Skylar is the best girl in the world. She's beautiful and kind in every way possible! You don't deserve her, she deserves the world and what do you give her? A load of bullshit. She's trying but you aren't and I don't know why but I do know that, if you continue, you'll regret it," He rants, shoving Owen up a wall in an aggressive manner. Jeremy's hands are balled into fists as he grows through his speech. All three of us know that Owen could take Jeremy down with one hit but Owen stands down, not wanting to cause any more of a scene than Jeremy has managed to create. 

After he has finished, I grab Jeremy's bicep and drag him off, begging him to leave it and, before he can hurt Owen, I push him behind me so that Jeremy would have to hit me to get to Owen; we both know he would never do that. 

"Jer, leave, before you regret something." I demand and shove him into the elevator, "Love you!" I shout to him as he goes down. Then, I am left solus to my own accord with Owen. Turning to face him, I see him looking a little disheveled, "Thanks," He mutters and I shrug, "He has a point," I state and then strut off to my bedroom where I assume that Jack is hanging out.