Emily
Dad just came out of the hospital and is in a wheelchair until he fully recovers. It has been two days since our engagement party and I can’t for the life of me find where to start from to talk about it to my family. My aunty Melan decided to move in with us until dad was better so that we were not disturbed with school and as much as I feel bad for burdening her, I’m glad she did that.
‘“Come on guys it’s Thanksgiving!’’ Nina complains as everyone is glued to the new TV show.
Aunty Melan laughs as she sets the food on the table, “Well at least someone can help me and not just watch me.’’
‘’Let me help. ‘’ I jump up from my seat and Nina groans in frustration but remains sitting.
Nina’s family lives so far away in Canada so she is not able to always go back home but our house is like her second home and it's always fun to have her around. She is like a sister I never had. “I’ll join you later. Me and the old man here need to catch up on what happens next.’’ She defends herself and Dad laughs while mumbling something about how he is not that old.
After the pain and roller coaster, I’ve been through the past few days, It's so nice to sit here with the people I love and the world I know. At this moment, it feels like all the pain and hell I went through was worth it.
My dad is alive and is getting better. I smile.
We begin to prepare the rest of the food and I enjoy every second of it. I work on the mashed potatoes and Aunty cuts the chicken pieces.
‘’How is school?’’ Aunty Melan asks and I avoid looking at her pretending to focus on the potatoes.
I haven’t been focusing the past two months so my GPA is getting affected but I don't want to worry her so I fake a smile as I respond with another lie, ‘’It’s going on well. Can’t wait to finish!’’
Lying has now become part of me the past few days. I have lied so much that I have started to believe the lies I tell and it bothers me. It feels like I’m slowly changing but I don’t really know how I feel about the person I’m becoming yet.
She looks at me for a longer time than usual as if to confirm something but decides to remain silent. "That’s great! Can't wait for your graduation. I will be here for it.’’ She smiles warmly at me and guilt grips me for lying to her.
Our house is small with an open sitting room arrangement where the one in the kitchen can see the one in the living room. I finish with the mash and Aunt nods at me and I smile with pride because cooking has never been my strength.
“I hope that is the only thing she is preparing,” Dad shouts and I hold my chest and pretend to be offended.
“Is it not food cooked by me that you always eat in this house?” I ask and the two look at each other and then look away.
I pick a tablecloth and throw it at Lewis but it does nothing, “You guys have been throwing away my food?!” I scream and they laugh in response.
Picking up the plates while shaking my head in disbelief, I begin to set the table by placing the dishes and spoons when there is a doorbell.
‘’Em! Get the door please!’’ Lewis shouts and I roll my eyes but go ahead to check who is at the door.
‘’It must be the Pizza,’’ I shout back when I remember that I ordered a pizza and walk to the door.
I open the door and my face goes pale like I have seen a ghost.
Well judging by the man standing outside my door, I have seen a ghost! ‘’What are you doing here?’’ I ask in half a whisper as my eyes land on the large pizza he is holding.
Even that looks wrong in his hands.
Because he shouldn’t be here!
He chuckles as his eyes watch me panic like he is enjoying torturing me when he playfully and daringly responds, ‘’Why? can’t I visit my fiance?’’
‘’Em you got engaged!?’’ Lewis shouts when I turn and realise that he actually followed me and was standing behind me and everyone’s attention turns to us.
It's at this point that I wish the ground would swallow me whole. I look up at the most handsome and annoying cold-hearted man I’ve ever met and find him smiling. But it isn’t a warm ‘’I love you smile.’’ He looks at me with cold blue eyes that promise pain and misery and the words come rushing down my mind as a daily reminder.
If you don’t run, I promise to ruin you.
A shiver runs down my spine as I think of how to get rid of him but my aunt is too quick and is already at the door. ‘’I’m sorry about that. She is rude sometimes, please come in.’’ She smiles at him but when our eyes lock they speak ‘’You are in so much trouble.’’
I sigh as I take the pizza box Liam is holding and drop it on the counter when Aunty Melan pulls me to the side and whispers, ‘’ You had a boyfriend? Scratch that, you are engaged?’’ She stares daggers at me but I’m unable to explain what happened or how it happened and the only thing I can do right now is look as confused as they are.
I was hoping I would have enough time to find a way of breaking it to them but now, I don't know how to do it.
With exams coming up, what if Dad says no? Oh my goodness I can't afford the contract penalty!
Dad rolls his wheelchair from the living room over to where I'm standing as he looks at me with concern in his eyes, “Is it true sweet pee? You got engaged?”
Now I seriously pray that the ground swallows me whole right here and right now.
Emily I’m still in shock and I don’t know what he's up to but I have a feeling it’s nothing good. I turn to Nina apologetically but she gives me a blank face. I would have been glad if she was mad like my aunty but her silence bothers me. Hurt is evident in her eyes. But the worst part is, I still can’t tell her the truth. Before I can apologize to her, Aunty Melan claps her hands together getting everyone’s attention, ‘’Dinner is set and ready. Lewis! Help your dad to the table.’’ Now I have to find a way to deliver the news prematurely to dad. “Is it true? Did you get engaged sweet pee?’’ Dad asks with his brow raised like he didn’t just hear the whole conversation. “Liam Lockhart.’’ He says stretching out his hand which my dad takes and I almost pass out because my dad definitely watches the news and his articles are not the best kind. They’re definitely not about him donating gifts or playing with children. “Aren't you the guy who is always on the news for being in trouble
Emily How the wedding moved from four days later to right the next day is not even a shock. I’m so tired that I just want to get this over with and when I received the text message last night, I couldn’t even cry. I tried and hoped to but the tears just couldn’t come out. “Why are you rushing this Emily? Is there something I should know about?” Dad asks.“No, he has a trip next week and I can only tag along if we are married.” I lie and feel ridiculous at how it doesn’t make sense even to my own ears. “Are you pregnant?” Aunt Melan asks and I almost choke. “No, I’m not” The doorbell rings and I assume that it's Jake who has come to pick me up since I was told I would dress from the hotel again. “Dad please.” I plead and he looks at me with sadness in his eyes before nodding.“You go ahead, we will be right behind you.” He says and I kiss him on the cheek and walk out.The trip is short and Nina is with me as we enter a room that we expect to find empty but it's full of people. Ab
Emily My legs are cold and stiff but they move. My eyes are red and puffy from crying but Kylie rushed back inside and did wonders to my face that one has to come so close to tell I have been crying. It's been the toughest time for me but I know that I have no choice but to be strong. The song starts and I move forward. I chose a song I would never play on my wedding. I chose the very opposite of what I would choose every time I thought about marriage. I hoped I’d have it all. A kick-ass career and a man by my side to fall on when everything goes south but all my hopes and dreams are thrown out the window and the only thing that’s keeping me together is the fact that my father gets to live. It’s not your typical wedding song but it fits the situation like a glove. I didn’t think they would even play “Dynasty by Mia”. It’s pretty sad but I guess the people here are too rich to care. In my world, we definitely pay attention to the words, especially on a day like this but from t
EmilyI close the door, pick the dress laid out for me, and run downstairs as tears roll down my face. I can barely see and I might bump into someone but I don’t care. I find one of the bathrooms and I lock myself. Everything comes crashing down as I begin to sob uncontrollably. The hot tears don’t stop as I grip my chest and my knees give out making me sit on the cold hard floor. Why is this happening to me?I didn’t expect love but cheating? On the very night of our wedding is too painful. I should be by my father’s side but I can’t even be there because the contract doesn't allow me to until this is over.How long will I be made to go through the same kind of pain over and over again? If he is not cheating, he is threatening and insulting me. I wipe the tears but they don’t stop falling so I let them.Only this time, Kylie won’t be here to fix me when I’m needed again. The door knob twists and turns and I ignore it until I hear a voice I recognize, Nina.I force myself to stand
Emily “Dinner at 8 PM, Eleven Madison Park.” The message reads and I sigh. The only thing left was the “Don’t be late.” threat. So much for being civil.It has been five days since our wedding which means five days since I caught him cheating. We have been basically out of each other’s way and we rarely cross paths. The penthouse is very big and I make sure to stay in my room when he is back from work, which is also rare, making me wonder if he ever returns home. When I moved in, I found an elderly woman by the name of Joane who comes in three times a week to cook and clean. Her cooking is excellent but she rarely says a word to me.Another person on the “Not Emily’s fan list.”I don’t know who the woman was on the night of my wedding but I was too tired to even regard her insult. I went home and slept it off that night hoping that when I woke up I would feel better.I didn’t. With a heavy sigh, I tuck my phone inside my back pocket and kiss my dad goodbye. He has been respondin
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