Best Man

ASHLEYAunt Stacey covers her hand over her mouth and I know instantly that this matter is serious, it's unlike those other ones that my uncle will do. I look at my Aunt and I inhale deeply. There is just this bond, this feeling I get whenever I look at my Aunt, she always reminded me of my late mom, of course they were twins, identical ones at that. My eyes settle on her cracked lips, cracked with bruises and my heart sinks in disgust. I've always wondered why my Aunt still stays with her husband, I've always dreaded the sounds of beatings and arguments every night when Mr. Ray comes home drunk. It's like a second nightmare to me. I am not left out from the bullying, most times he'll come home totally wasted, reeking of alcohol and putrid desires and he'll pounce on me, letting out all his frustrations of taking care of me– which my Aunt bears all the cost of– and will beat me till my Aunt will step in to help me and sometimes he'll stop, but other times he'll put my Aunt in an und

I'm taken to the car and shoved into the back seat. What a way to have his wife treated! Goosebumps appear on my skin at the thought of being married to an oldie.One of the men enters the car and sits beside me. A sound clicks signalling that the doors have been locked I lean on the window as the tears freely roll down my face.I am going to be an uncuffed prisoner, that is sure. My eyes are blurry from the tears and I look behind at my Aunt's house as it gets smaller till the car takes a sharp turn. This is it! I look at the road carefully, trying to grab the routes so I can cook up a perfect escape plan even though the only thing my brain can assimilate right now is the tears that cascade down my cheeks. I cry very quietly, I do not even have the freedom to cry the way I want. I look at the guard beside me but his face is straight as he looks ahead. It's already dark and after an almost unending drive, the car stops in front of a huge gate. The gate opens revealing a terribly hu

ASHLEYThe kind of temporary relief that swept through me when Mr. kriss told me that wasn't his wife was just so much that it radiated on my face. So here am I standing with my supposed husband on Mr. kriss' driveway. He crosses his legs and leans back on his car. He looks amused and I feel like digging my nails into something just to keep my sanity intact. "And who told you I want to save my family" I snap. He takes a bold step towards me, towering over my slender form and I step back. He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him."I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name"Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

I'm currently dressed in a in a low-neck navy blue gown that stops at my mid thigh. The dress is beautiful but I think I'm better with my normal choice of clothings that I'm used to, baggy pants and jumpsuits. Jessica made it clear that I'll have to get used to this kind of clothes as I'll have to attend parties and events with Nathan. Jessica has done a very minimal makeup which I'm thankful for, I don't hate make-up but considering the fact that tomorrow is my wedding and I'll literally be baked in makeup, I think something minimal will be better today. I have no idea how this dinner thing will work out with his family but I hope I don't embarrass myself. I have no idea why Nathan's uncle picked me for this when they're a thousand and one girls that can meet their standards. Jessica helps me tie the ropes of my strapped heels and she smiles at me, admiring the work she just did on me. "Perfect" she smiles as I look at myself in the mirror. Jessica has really been nice to me and sh

"I thought you were going to come in a dress, not this" Nathan's grandma rake her hawk eyes over the white, silky jumpsuit that I'm wearing. I'm just sick of gowns for now. "Well since you're here and the guests have already seen you, we can manage. Do not embarrass me" she adds sternly before her heels click away. Yes, she hates me, that's no hidden fact and it's a mutual feeling but I really hope she doesn't sprain her ankles on that incredulously high stiletto.I can't find Nathan and my skin is itchy just by standing alone in this room filled with nobs, it's really suffocating. I pick up a glass of champagne and I savour the taste as I gulp it down. Everything in this party is really top-notch, I wonder how Nathan's grandma pulled this off in less than a day, of course you can do anything when you're wealthy."You're Nathan's wife right?" A female voice sounds and I turn around to see two girls. "Well I don't see much" one of them says to the other. "Pardon my manners, I'm Elai