The second we returned home and walked into his bedroom, Zale strode towards me. When he reached me, he threw me on the bed and climbed on after me. He balanced on his knees over me, pulling the buttons of his pants open impatiently.  I laid where I had fallen and watched as he reached down and tore the shirt I was wearing, ripping it from me and revealing my dark nipples. His hands went into my pants and pulled them off with rough motions.  I couldn’t find any words to say because I was anticipating this, all I wanted was him and I didn’t want to fill the air with any empty words. The air was filled with our heavy breaths as he made quick movement to give me the relief we both needed sexually.  He flipped me onto my belly, putting his hands under my hips and lifted me. He was on me and then inside me in a moment, kneeing my legs apart, finding the angle and plunging into my softn

 "I'm going to go see Hadassah," I told Zale as I stepped out of the shower with him and avoided his eyes. It was because I knew exactly how he would react when I told him. Zale blames Hadassah for my overdose and I’ve argued with him and tried to explain to him that it was all entirely my fault and I had manipulated Hadassah for my own wants. Zale refuses to see it that way, to him, if Hadassah actually cared about me, she wouldn’t have brought me the drugs.  He does have a point but I refuse to blame Hadassah because it was my decision to take the drugs and I take full responsibility for it.  "Why?" he asked me, furrowing his eyebrows, as he looked down at me and I matched the intensity of his gaze. "Because she's my friend and I want to invite her to the wedding." "I don't like her," he said with a frown and I sighed. Zale had been so upset after my overdose and

 "That's the third time you've thrown up this morning," Zale complained and looked at me with great concern as he handed me a glass of water to drink, "I'm calling the doctor, whether you like it or not," he told me. I understood why he wanted to call the doctor but it was just a bit of normal sickness. I probably ate something that upset my stomach and I was paying for it. Or maybe it’s because of my detoxing and my diets and it’s somehow upsetting my stomach.  "No," I shook my head, "I'm fine," I sighed, handing him back the now empty glass as I put my forehead into my palm, wondering why the hell I was feeling so under the weather. I couldn’t help but ask myself what it really is because everything that I’m on is healthy and it shouldn’t make me throw up like this.  "Look at you, Beauty. The sooner I call the doctor in, the faster you can get better. I don't want you feeling so sick on

 After our little yet beautiful and private, kind of sad excuse of a ceremony, everything felt right with the world and everything felt perfect between us. The sun seemed to shine a bit brighter and the air felt cooler with all the breeze that blew through his bedroom. We were having the time of our lives, still dressed in our wedding attire and acting silly.  We sang and danced around his bedroom, spinning each other and rapping along to rap music. We ordered pizzas and sat and ate about a million slices as we talked about baby names and decorating a baby room. We laughed and took a nap, wrapped up in each other's arms and it felt like we really had our wedding day. To us, we were already married. We just needed it to be on paper but that's alright. Yesterday felt like a dream as I stood arguing with Zale right now. It's nothing serious, he just doesn't want me to leave but I promised him I'd be fine b