Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 50 - Their Wedding.

I hadn't thought this far. I just wanted to get in the driver's seat. Do I just leave her here and go home to look for help and pick her up later? But what if she got in a stranger's car and went off by the time I came back? I wouldn't put it against her to try.

Should I risk her fighting me and demand her to sit in the passenger seat and then go home? What if no one is home? Should I go straight to the venue? I don't even have my phone. How am I supposed to know how to get there! Curse my reliance on modern technology. Stupid GPS, this is all your fault.

"What do you think you're doing?" Vanessa screeched from beside me with two pads in her hand.

"Ness, get in the passenger seat," I croaked.

Vanessa's brow twitched up in amusement, "you think I'm going to listen to you. I can just pull you out through this window.

I tried to collect myself and have more control on my voice, "Vanessa, get in the passenger seat, right now!"

She didn't need much convincing after that. She was in the seat next to me, slurping onto her milkshake in a second. "So you're not leaking blood?" Vanessa asked warily looking down at my lap.

I pulled out of the parking spot and glared at her, "not right now, I'm not."

She nodded, "and where are we going exactly?"

"Home." I finally decided.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I turned to glare at her again but she was paying more attention to her leftover fries. "It's been fifteen minutes since we were supposed to leave. You probably have a better chance going straight to the venue."

"I thought about that dummy, but I don't know where it is."

"Oh I know, I'll help you."

I laughed, "I do not trust you one bit."

"Okay fine, suit yourself!"

Just as we were halfway there, the car started to slow down, "what the heck?" 

It halted.

There was no gasoline. 

I turned to look at Vanessa in pure shock, she shrugged, "Tyson always filled up the tank."

I couldn't help looking at her like she'd just miraculously grown three heads, "you're telling me that you're incapable of filling up the tank in your car?"

She shrugged again. 

I tried not to pull out my hair, "how the heck are you older than me! How are you fighting against getting married to Tyson when you're already so dependent on him, that you don't even have enough gas in your tank for a 10 minute drive!" 

She frowned, "I'd known that the car needed gasoline and I was going to fill it up, until YOU stole my seat. Plus, who says no to free gas, have you seen the prices lately?" 

I rolled my eyes, "I cannot believe you'd even let it get this bad though. I thought mom told us to always at least have a quarter tank." 

She folded her arms, and didn't say anything. There were a thousand thoughts buzzing around in my mind, none of it making sense. Before I noticed one simple thing, and it instantly cleared my mind. 

"Are you crying?" 

Vanessa moved her face away from me, as if to look out her window. 

"Awe, 'ness, what happened?" I tried to lean towards her, but my seat belt restricted me. I unbuckled.