Bound In Blissful Hell

"Hey, Liv" my brother calls after me.But I don't stop, I don't want to see him.Tears spring to my eyes, blurring my vision."Liv, I'm sorry" but I'm already out the door, slamming the door pretty loudly in my wake.My brother apologized, that's a first. It would be amusing if this situation wasn't so serious.He practically ruined my life. I know he didn't mean to but he did.I wipe my nose furiously. I'm so mad.I get in my car and drive off to the one place I know can give me the calm I need.~∆~As I walk down to the beach and climb up the rocks, I jump from rock to rock until I reach the biggest rock, the rock I've sat on so many fucked up times, just like now.I sit and enjoy the view of the bright orange sun just about to meet the water on the horizon. Enjoying the solitude I have, I close my eyes and start to hear the soothing sound of the waves brushing against the rocks.And just like that I feel myself sta

"Do you guys think I should really make an appointment?" I ask my brother and his best friend warily."Yeah, you should, see what he wants and get this over with" Chris says dryly."What do you think he want though?" Liam asks and both Chris and I shrug in response."He did say you were going to talk about whether Tony wants his child or not" Chris chips in with a wary shrug."Um..correction, MY child" I scold, putting emphasis on the MYHe raises his hand in mock surrender "yeah, yours"Make the call, Liv" Liam urges and Chris nods.And that's my cue"Chris, by the way, whose number did you call me with?" I wonder aloud, idly "Ms. Hart?" She picks up, her tone one of surprise"Yes, Andrea, I'd like to make an appointment with your boss now" I say dryly"Oh alright, what time would you prefer?" she asks, trying and failing to hide her shaky voice from her last callShe's obviously still smarting from our l

"Liam, I'm getting married" I call casually from the kitchen."Alright, baby sis. To who¿" he calls back, blankly. He probably thinks this is a joke.Who wouldn't? 'I'm getting married' isn't something people just throw around."Anthony Trevalyan" Just that name and the TV turns blank as he strides into the kitchen with a 'stop joking with the devil, Missy' look."Say that again" he murmurs"Anthony" I shrug and look away"What the f**k are you saying, Liv?" he says with gritted teeth.My brother loathes the man.And so do I. But now I have to get married to him."That I'm getting married to Anthony Trevalyan" I say slowly"Where the f**k did this come from?" he breathes out in exasperation. His hands running through his hair. "What did the old man tell you?""That I'm getting married to Anthony Trevalyan" I murmur quietly"Why would you do that?" his voice is a lot more quiet and I know he's trying to

It's Saturday. 3 days after my graduation and it's my wedding.Well, fake wedding.I stare at the big, white box delivered this morning that holds my 'wedding dress'.I tear my gaze away from the box and make my way into the bathroom.Taking my time in the bathroom, it's 9:20 by the time I return.The sound of my hair drier soon fills the room.Soon enough, my hair is dry and I gently massage my scalp with my hair cream.Then I head for the white box, excitement bubbling in me.I'm irritated by how excited I am for this dress.Opening it up, I find a really beautiful, silk dress that probably costs a fortune but one glance and I know I'm not wearing that.It's pretty and all but, it's too revealing and I'm pregnant. I can't wear that.'Trust the Trevalyan's to totally f**k this up' I snort"Now I'm talking to myself" I raise my hands in exasperationGoing through every potential wedding dress replacement i

"Dad says to give you this" Anthony says in his usual impassive tone as he stretches a brand new IPhone 12 towards me.The phone pack glitters in my eyes and the imaginary sound of a magic wand in a fairy tale movie  fills my ears.Tempting as it is though, I have to decline. I will not allow myself to be indebted to these people in any way."No" I say simply and go back to scrolling through my Instagram feed on my iPhone 8.I glance up just in time to see his impassive look morph into one of confusion."What do you mean 'no'?" He mutters, his look and tone impassive once again."Mr. Trevelyan, I'm sure you're not dumb. The word 'no' can be defined as an act or instance of denying or refusing. It is a negative vote or decision. What don't you understand, Sir?" I blink up at him with an innocent smile playing on my lips.He's not the playful guy I met the day I married him. As the days went by he's morphed into something humourless, with