Too Young To Want Him의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

The music was amplified, and it was heard as soft notes that were joyful and soothing in the room. The back doors of the hall swung wide open, and all heads were turned simultaneously.Ava stepped inside.She was unable to feel her feet on the floor for a second. Her body was in motion, but her mind was distant; it seemed like she was looking at herself as she saw her. She was a little shaky in her hands as she held the bouquet, and her fingers were cold even when it was hot.Smile, someone told her behind her.Ava tried. Her lips were good enough to appear pleasant, but her eyes remained vacant. She took one step, then another, and slowly walked up and down the aisle. The white garment swept around her, bulky and gorgeous, and wholly unsuited.Guests whispered."She looks lovely.""So young.""Such a sweet bride."Ava heard none of it clearly. Her heart beat, and her thoughts could be heard, were all she heard.Just get through this. Just keep walking.She feared she was going to have

No one spoke, one long second after Bella had said the name, Marcus. It was like the freezing of the air itself. Then the room exploded.Voices rose all at once. People rose, and chairs were scraping ominously against the floor. Somebody screamed, “This is crazy! " As some other voice shouted, "How is this possible during a wedding?” It seemed to the soft decorations and white flowers that they had been out of place, as though they belonged in another day, a happier day.Mark recoiled out of Ava as she burnt him. His countenance was flushed, his eyes were wild. "Marcus?" he repeated loudly. “Marcus is the father of your baby?”Ava tried to speak, but all she made was a sob. Her mouth was covered with shaking. She had the sensation of the floor opening under her and taking her in."That's a lie!" A member of the group screamed.“No, see how she looks at me,” said another guest. "She's not denying it."Bella stood straight during the disturbance and looked unafraid with a clear expressi

The slap, the shouting, the truth that had burst out in everybody could still be felt in the room when Mark at last moved. Moving slowly, with a hard and unreadable face, his eyes staring at Ava as though he had never seen her before."This is over," he said loudly.The lyrics broke the noise and muted the whispers.Ava raised her eyes to him, and they were swollen and red. "Mark... please," she whispered. "Let me explain properly. I never wanted to hurt you."Mark laughed, but there was no humour in it. "Explain what?" he asked bitterly. “Explain how you stood next to me, let me plan a wedding, let me dream about a future, all in bringing to the world another man’s child?”Gasps again ran through the room.‘You humiliated me,” Mark further added, increasing his voice. "In front of my family. My friends. Everyone who mattered to me.""I was scared," Ava cried. “I believed that I would lose it all, if I told the truth.”“And rather, you preferred to lie to my face day in, day out,” Mar

The house was too quiet.Elena was standing in the bedroom, gazing at the open wardrobe as though she had been betrayed by it. On one side, clothes were neatly suspended, and below these the shoes, but the silence seemed oppressive, as someone seemed to peep over the walls. Her hands shook, and she drew a suitcase out of bed.She didn't cry at first.She slowly, unhurriedly, folded out a sweater, as though she were asking someone to do it. It is a sweater that Marcus gave her a long time ago. She hesitated and then just left it in the suitcase.“And so, so this is the end,” I said to myself.At the end of the corridor, the front door swung open.Marcus got into the house with his shoulders stooped, his face pulled and weary. There was still the din of the wedding ringing in his ears yelling, weeping, recrimination but the silence which awaited him now was the thing which frightened him most of all."Elena?" he called softly.No answer.He unbuttoned his jacket and put it across the ch

Ava was standing in the centre of her room, staring at the open suitcase on the bed. It was little, the one that you used to take short journeys, not leave your life behind. Her hands were moving as she folded a sweater slowly and put it aside. She could not think of anything, as her mind had closed over to safeguard her against a complete collapse.She took only the things she could carry. A few clothes. Her phone charger. She discovered it in the drawer. Then she came to a framed portrait of her of a bygone year, and smiled at it without shyness or confidence. It was picked up, and, after a little, turned upside down and abandoned on the table.“I do not need to be reminded,” she said to herself.Her stomach cinched, and she had a hand over it. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I don't know where we're going."The house was quiet, too quiet. Patricia had not come up the stairs. No one had checked on her. Ava had been erased as though it were already.She unzipped the suitcase halfway and p