Chapter One -Runaway bride
Ophelia’s POV
Five Years before....
Same thing every day; sleep, eat, work, repeat. Picking up glasses and cleaning sticky tables, until and invasive whistle meets my ears. I turn around to navigate where this dreadful noise came from, to see it was a man with a beer in one hand, while gawking at me with a sinister smirk on his thin lips. This is the last thing I need, all I want to do is work and earn enough money to put food on the table and a roof over my head after I got kicked out by my alcoholic mother, will my life get any easier?.
Feeling uneased I walk out of the building to take my break and get some fresh air, as I was standing there thinking about my future and if I will ever be happy, a man approached where I was sitting. He looked at me with his pearly white teeth that took my breath away, he looked at me with empathy whiles asking if I was ok.
I was shocked to say the least, no one had ever asked me this before.
“Is this seat taken” he said gently with a strong London accent.
“No” I replied while rubbing my forehead to relieve the pounding feeling in my head.
He sat across from me, His neatly ironed suit creasing with each movement of his body. My fifteen minuet break felt like two seconds, we got on like oxygen and fire. As I worked for the rest of my shift I could feel his eyes lingering on me.
As I was finishing my shift, the stranger that I had conversed with on my break had come up to me.
" I really enjoyed our conversation earlier, could I maybe take you out on a date one time” he said with a smirk plastered on his face.
" I’m sorry but I’m usually really busy with work” I said with a sad smile.
" Don’t worry about work, it’ll be fun, ill pick you up at your place just message me.” he said while writing his phone number and his name, Hunter Dawson down on a napkin that was laid on the counter close by.
As the months had gone by me and Hunter had grown closer, he had done many things for me and I am eternally grateful. He is truly a diamond in the rough.
Present Day.....
Play above song I found now!
It is the day of my wedding, and I don’t know what to do. It used to be so good, he used to be so good to me. What did I do wrong?
“you ungrateful bitch”
“this is all your fault”
“you make me do this”
How do I get out of this relationship? each time I try and leave he threatens me and shoves all the things he had ever done for me in my face. You may be wondering why I am marrying him then, well its because before he proposed he was the nicest most genuine man I had ever met, but that was all a façade, he was never a gentlemen he portrayed to be, no he was a monster.
I slipped my wedding dress onto my body, as I was thinking about why I was doing this. I was doing this because I was scared, because there seems like there is no escape, as my thoughts were rapidly running through my head, someone came in and announced that all of the guests had arrived and the wedding was ready to go ahead. I nodded while placing a fake smile on my lips however, on the inside I was crying out for help, help that no one was giving.
I was standing at the alter, facing my fiancé, what can I do? is it too late to run away?, I was thinking in my head as the priest said the vows.
“I, Hunter, take thee, Ophelia, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.” The priest said before Hunter repeated.
“I, Ophelia, take thee, Hunter, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth. ” the priest said.
“I.... I....I....erm ” I stuttered, my husband was glaring at me, warning me to choose my words wisely.
“I cant” I said and ran out of the church in a hurry, everyone’s eyes were glued to the back of my head, but one pair of eyes I could feel the most was from someone I didn’t ever want to see again, I turned around and they eyes of my ex Fiancé was glaring straight at me, his eyes were black, he was livid. Whenever he had gotten angry in the past his eyes always went black. I remember one night he came back home after his day in work and I could of sworn his eyes were blood red, but I cant be right no ones eyes can change to that colour.
