My Best Mistake [#1][#WATTYS2016][COMPLETE]

eighteen

{UNEDITED}{MATTHEW}

        “Your father called. He said we have to meet him in half an hour, something about picking out your wedding dress and my suit, as well as telling him who you want your bridesmaids to be,” I said quietly. I could tell that she was already angry and I didn’t want to make that any worse, I had already dealt with that side of her enough to last me a life time.

        “I don’t care. If I see that god forsaken excuse of a father, then I am going to end up doing something stupid. Just take me home,” Chloe muttered.

        “But--“ I didn’t even have the chance to say what I needed to say before she opened her mouth and silenced me with the words which came out of her own. I knew she was annoyed with her father, hell I was annoyed with him too, but I knew if we didn’t see him now then there was going to be hell to pay later on.

         “And I don’t mean my home, I mean our home,”

        “Our home?” I was slightly confused when she said that, she told me that her parents had bought the two of us a house, but we weren’t allowed to move in until we were officially married to each other. It was supposed to be a present from them to us, their way of apologising for what had happened I suppose.

        “Yes, Matthew, our home. I already have the keys to it,” Chloe just about managed to smile. I didn’t need to be a psychologist to know that she really didn’t want the house and neither did she want to marry me, I didn’t want to marry her either, at least not while I was being forced to do so. She always thought the reason I left was because she wasn’t good enough for me, but that was never the case, she was always good enough for me.

        At fourteen, her father told me to keep the hell away from her because he knew what I was going to end up like and he didn’t want his daughter anywhere near someone like that. He gave me money, a lot of money, with the threat that he would run my entire family out of town if I so much as breathed on Chloe again. I was fourteen, a child, and he still had the audacity to threaten me with something he knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse.

        She never forgave me for leaving her. She hated me for it and I could see the pure hatred in her eyes whenever she so much as looked at me, I am sure she would have murdered me by now if it was legal or if she could do it without getting caught. I didn’t blame her though, I was a twat to her and I wasn’t exactly the nicest of people when she told that she was pregnant.

        I never wanted her to get an abortion, I only said that so she wouldn’t tell people I was the father of her baby. I knew if Pete found out about it, then he would kill me himself for going against the word I made four years ago, but an arranged marriage is so much worse than that and I want to kill him myself. Never mind about Chloe and her hatred towards her father, he was a twat to think marriage was the answer.

        “How? I didn’t think we were allowed to move in until after the wedding.”

        “We’re not. I stole the keys and have been slowly moving my stuff in with the help of Jason,” Chloe laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh at her as well, her sneaky behaviour was going to get her into trouble one day, but for now it was enough to give us some space and give her some time to think about what she needed to think about.

        “I think we have earned some time alone. The wedding outfits can wait,” I said and I couldn’t help but notice Chloe’s growing smile as we drove towards the edge of town. I was grateful that Pete and Julianne had bought a house out of the way of everything else, it meant they wouldn’t bother coming to check on how we were doing because it was just too far out of the way for them to make the effort. “I was think, if you wanted to, we could call Jason and go baby shopping?”