Forlot: Thunder Will Come Down - Book Twenty-Seven

Chapter Three

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Cindy had always dreamed of her wedding. Who would she marry? What type of dress would she wear? All her questions were answered on this special day. It was her and Marty's wedding day. Some of you may be wondering who Marty is. Marty is Cindy's best friend and boyfriend. Or should I say, former friend and ex-boyfriend. He did something to hurt Cindy, and Diversity and Destiny, Cindy's other cousin, were in on it.

Marty and Cindy had plenty in common. They were attractive and came from rich families. They had been best friends ever since that they were toddlers and dated when they were much older. They loved each other. Well, Cindy truly loved Marty. Marty loved her because she was rich and hot. He would draw inappropriate pictures of her and imagine himself doing...things...to her. So yeah. Basically, he was obsessed with her.

Marty had black skin and short, black hair. Cindy's family, even Destiny and Diversity, approved of him mainly because he was black and the complete opposite of Caleb. What none of them, including Marty, knew was that he and Cindy were cousins. They were so close that if they...you know what I mean...they would no longer be healthy. Marty found out on the day that he was preparing to propose to Cindy and was furious.

He was obsessed with Cindy too much to lose her, so he reached out to a couple people whom he trusted. Diversity and Destiny, of course, were shocked by the news. They were hoping that he and Cindy would be together forever. This was after Caleb moved into Cindy's mansion.

"What should I do?" Marty asked Destiny and Diversity. "Cindy must be mine."

"Indeed," Diversity agreed. "I have a bad feeling that if she finds out that the two of you are close cousins, she will fall in love with that white boy."

"You are referring to Caleb Night, are you not?" Destiny guessed correctly.

"What other white boy would I be referring to, Destiny?"

Marty stuck out his tongue in disgust. Did I forget to mention that he and Destiny were also racist? They despised people who were white because...do I have to spell it out for ya? Their feelings towards poor Caleb was no different. They did not care that his own parents cut him out from their lives. They could care less that he was homeless. In fact, they were over the moon that he was homeless and barely surviving. They were giving black people a bad name.

"It is so unfair," Marty commented. "Stupid Caleb gets to live in a mansion and does not have to do any work."

"That is what white people do," Destiny said. "They do whatever they want without any consequences. I wish that Cindy never brought him into her family's home."

"Now, now," Diversity said. "It is not that bad. From what Cindy told me, her mom and dad are forcing the white boy to be their slave and live in the basement that is filled with spiders. They hate him just as much as we do." She grabbed Marty by the shoulders. "You need to marry Cindy before she falls in love with Caleb."

Little did the families know that Cindy was already in love with Caleb. He was much different from Marty. He was shy, spoke softly, and taught her things that nobody in her family taught. Marty gave Cindy some of his heart. Caleb gave her all of his heart. So it should not be a surprise to you readers that Cindy was unsure if she should go through with it.

As her father was walking her down the aisle, Cindy scanned the room for Caleb, however, he was nowhere. Where was he? Why was he not at the chapel? Did her parents leave him at the mansion on purpose? Maybe it was too painful for Caleb. After all, she knew that he had feelings for her. And she did not think that she was developing feelings for him until the night before her wedding. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself that she loved Marty and not Caleb, her true feelings for Caleb did not go away.

"I have to be honest with Marty," she whispered to herself. "I have to tell him that I love Caleb. I am sure that he will understand."

"What was that, sweetheart?" her father asked.

"Nothing, Dad."

They made it to the other end of the room, and the father planted a kiss on his daughter's cheek and sat in the front row and next to the mother. Cindy looked at Marty and forced herself to smile.

Marty took note that she was sweating. "Everything will be okay, my dear Cindy. There is no reason to be nervous."

The ceremony began, and it came time to say those little words. Marty already said them with no hesitation, and it was now Cindy's turn.

"Do you, Cindy Banks, take this man?" the priest asked.

Cindy stayed silent. If she said no, her family and her best friend and his family would be disappointed. If she said yes, she would be miserable and be stuck in a marriage that she no longer wanted. What would she choose?

"I..." A tear streamed down her cheek. "...I do not."

The room erupted with gasps. Marty was the most surprised and asked her why she did not want to marry him.

Cindy dropped her bouquet of flowers on the floor. "I am sorry, Marty. I really am. I cannot go through with this marriage."

"Do you not love me?"

"Of course, I do. I love you and care about you. But..."

"But what?"

"...I am in love...with another man."

More gasps. Marty frowned and balled his hands into fists. He demanded to know who the guy was. Just then, Caleb burst in.

"Cindy! You cannot marry Marty! He is a liar! So are your cousins!"
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