A knot too tight

Part 1-Allie

I can't believe I am going forward with this. I pinch myself to see whether I am dreaming but no I can't deny that this is my reality. Today is the day I am getting married, going from Allie Mathew to Mrs Allie Reed. I can't believe that I am going to marry that jerk.I look out of the car that I am travelling in with my parents and cousin, the landscape just rushing past in a series of nondescript blurs. The journey to the church where my marriage is to take place, seems both long and short at the same time. My phone pings indicating that I have a message. I glance at the screen to see that it is none other than my fiance, James . I debate on whether I should read it or not but then curiosity gets the better out of me and I read it.

Try not to trip on the gown Allie, it would be very embarrassing if u do and then I might have to say I don't instead of I do😘.

I should have known that nothing good was going to come out of his messages. After all our six month long engagement had taught me that and more. I fight to control my sigh, not wanting my parents to know that something was wrong. For the outside world we are the perfect happy couple, the inner dynamics of our relationship stayed between us.God! I have half a mind to trip on purpose while I walk down the aisle if I knew I could get rid of him. But alas I knew how much James was obsessed with this wedding, don't even ask me why because I don't know. He is what everyone would describe as a catch, handsome and rich, everything one can ask for. As for me the kindest people I know would describe me as pretty but I know I was nothing but plain nothing eye catching not someone suitable to be paired of with James Reed.
I fought the urge to run my hands through my long red hair which was twisted into an intricate knot, thinking of some suitable reply that would get under his skin. I know how James thrived for occasions that would annoy me, his happiest moments are those when I loose my cool at his needling and start hurling insults at him, all the while he laughed at my lack of proper vocabulary to do the deed.As I never had any occasions for using them before, I find it difficult to swear and go beyond my usual jerk, sick rat and my latest invention being constipated skunk. All of these does nothing other than amuse him and I feel that it is unfair to insult these animals by comparing them with him, so I gave up trying to insult him three weeks into my engagement.

Ha, Ha.. I am tempted to fake a fall but even I know that it will not be that easy to get rid of u🙄

I type, hitting the send button.I just hope that will irritate him, because I refuse to be that doormat his polished priceless shoes stride on. The first time I saw him I knew he was out of my league and to say that I was surprised when he offered marriage would be an understatement. Yeah my family was ok and he is my father's best friend's son but as for me, everyone one who saw us together would probably be wondering what I had done to snare him. The truth is I did nothing! nothing at all, in fact I tried hard to put him off the very first time he proposed.
My phone lights up again with another message from him and my father who is driving turns to me with a knowing smile. Of course the public happy couple, I face palm myself in my mind.

Come on love, don't pretend that you are not head over heels in love with me. We both know how obsessed you are with me.

Obsessed my foot, I grumble. Well last time I saw him, that being just yesterday afternoon, he was the one who had the need to check my phone to see if I had contacted any boys or potential threats as he called it. Nor was I the one who lost my cool when I got a call from one of my male colleagues. It was him.For some one who is way out of my league he is very easily threatened.I still remember how he had sneered when he saw Tony's number flashing on my phone,he then insisted that I put it on speaker before answering. I rolled my eyes complying so that his crazy would calm down. God James was beyond possessive, he would have locked me up in some underground fortress if he could get away with it. He wanted me to quit my job but that's where I put my foot down. How he sulked about it for days, his already sour mood got even worse after that. He switched his antics to irritate me to a whole new different level after that. The days after we had our first official fight about my job, official as in he had asked my father to convince me to quit it, but I had refused.But even through our fight he never gave up visiting me, I had be lying if I say that didn't impress me. He said that throughout our relationship we will not shut each other out no matter how angry we were and to this I had easily agreed. So the second day of his sulky visit after our fight, we had gone on one of our walks as usual, he had yet to utter a word to all my polite inquiries and after some time I had given up trying to soothe the sting of my rejection. He continued walking refusing to take my hand as he usually did, I followed trying to fight my smile and failing... he was so adorable when he was angry.When he suddenly stopped I had almost run into him, he had turned looking at me for the first time that day I gave him a condescending smile trying to soothe the cave man who didn't get his way. He had looked at me without smiling, his eyes trailing down unabashedly down my body, which made me blush and pull the blanket I had on around more tightly around my shoulders.
"So you want to work ,don't you darling?"
The way he said darling made it sound like a threat, something which promised future retribution and I swallowed, nodding my head.
"Well I can think of a number of scenarios where it will be impossible for you to go to work" He said smirking.

Oh no.. he is going to hurt me, I thought nervously. But then I became angry,how dare he complain when I have to deal with all his previous conquests sending me all sorts of photos to make me feel inadequate. But I knew he wouldn't cheat on me, not because of his devotion to me.. scoff... But because he thought too highly of himself to stoop to that level.

"What do you mean, it will be impossible for me to work? What are you planning to do? " I asked agitated.

He smirked at me and I had the urge to slap his handsome face once again, but I just stood coolly staring at him. But what he next did totally caught me off guard, he wrapped his hand around the nape of my head and almost lifted me off my feet before capturing my mouth with his. I tried pushing him off me but couldn't as his other hand came to wrap around possessively around my waist. I waited for him to let me free all the while trying to not enjoy the kiss too much. He let me go after what seemed like hours, when we were both out of breath. He put me back on my feet but refused to let go completely.
"I am sure you wouldn't be able to work when you are pregnant with my child right and I plan on keeping you in that state for several years to come. "
"You.... " I had gasped still breathless, at a loss for words.

My phone chimed again in the moving car signalling another text message and waking me from my reverie.