Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 49 ~ Cold Feet.

Uh-oh.

This must be what they call cold feet.

"...what was I thinking, getting married to Tyson WILSON!" She exclaimed, pacing while bringing her beautifully manicured fingers to her mouth.

"Now now, Vanessa," I cooed, jumping up and holding her by the shoulders. I tried to get her to sit and held the hand that she was going to bring to doom by munching on with her sharp machine-like teeth-okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic. She actually had great pearly white teeth, with a bit of an overbite, but shush, don't tell her that, she gets defensive.

"You're just having cold feet." I said matter-of-factly. As if it were the most normal thing. Like having eggs on a Sunday morning.

"My feet are hot Sarah. They aren't cold, or cool, or even lukewarm. They are hot." She said surprising me with the seriousness in her tone.

"It's a figure of speech Ness," I rolled my eyes.

She rolled her eyes at me in return, getting back up on her feet and throwing her fists onto her hips. "I'm aware of that Sarah. But you know what's not a figure of speech," she paused, her eyebrows arched up, "me not being able to do this!"

I sighed, I really was not prepared for this.

What do I do now? This was like slamming my head against a cement wall.

"Well, I guess I better tell ma and dad to stop yelling at the folks downstairs then." I muttered, getting off the bed and heading to the door. I tried to see Vanessa's reaction from the corner of my eye.

"Wait, Sarah!" She hissed, "how are you just going to do that?"

I shrugged, "just like how I told them I wanted waffles for breakfast yesterday... by going down and telling them. How else? Text them? I don't think they're going to be looking at their phone much right now." I muttered sarcastically.

Vanessa was not pleased with my sarcasm at this time, "can you try to be serious right now! I'm supposed to be getting married in a few hours!" She nearly shouted.

This time I tried to wipe away the sarcasm. I couldn't help it though. After all that's happened, I don't for one second believe that Vanessa is serious about not getting married to Tyson. I was literally going to marry Mason, a monster-well at the time- because she was in love with this man and wanted to marry him. I signed a contract, basically giving away my all for this wedding. I went through facing Scott for this wedding. I went through a ton of humiliating rumours for this wedding. And after all this-nope. I wasn't having it. She was going to have to warm up her metaphoric cold feet.

She's getting married even if I have to drag her by her lovely straight black hair. I did not have the patience for theatrics right now.

Still, I folded my arms and gave her the benefit of the doubt. "Okay, I'll bite. Why do you think you can't go through with marrying the oh so wonderful Tyson Wilson?"

She looked down at her fingers now, "Well he's gentle, and kind. Like really kind. Maybe he's too kind? Who knows, maybe I need someone who really can throw me around and be mean?"

She was trying to find faults but was failing miserably, I restrained the urge to roll my eyes, "okay so an abuser? You want a woman beater?"

She rolled her eyes, "well no. But I don't know. How do I know he's THE ONE. I mean sure I felt butterflies and everything. But those things can pass right? So how do I know that he's the one? What if we get bored of each other or don't feel things after getting married? I hear men change after marriage."

"Vanessa, are you afraid he's going to fall out of love with you?"

It looked like her knees buckled as she held onto the dresser next to her. I rushed to her side. She just nodded silently, sliding down to the ground. "I don't know if you read the contract, but one of the clauses was that he can have a mistress if I'm not doing 'my job' properly. It just doesn't feel right."