Something I always saw as beautiful and lovely. Getting the chance to spend the rest of your life with a special person closest to your heart. But now here I am, looking at marriage in a different way. It’s now the chains that bind you from your freedom.” - Angelica
She walked down the aisle with her bouquet of white flowers in hand. The word beautiful couldn’t describe how she looked like. She was the perfect wife.
But small tears fell down her cheeks as she continued to walk down this path. A path that will determine her future. All she could think of at this moment was that more than anything, she wanted to go back to that day. To go back and disappear, to prevent the actions that lead to this point from ever happening.
As the alter grew closer with every step she took, suddenly she stops and looks into the eyes of her future husband. She see’s love in them. She see’s love in those two dark voids. They were only a mere few feet away from each other. So she wipes her tears and he smiled at her. This is what he wants and she has no say in this.
Then the ceremony began.
The priest began muttering words but it all sounded mute in her head, time couldn’t go any faster and soon enough she was only minutes away from a life without freedom.
“Do you ———— take Angelica Anderson to be your lawfully wedded wi-.”
“I Do.” He interrupting the priest midway.
“And do you Angelica take ———- to be your lawfully wedded husband, to hold forever through sickness and in health.”
The priest words hit her like a cold bucket of water. It was happening, right here and right now. She couldn’t move, Angelica didn’t want this. She didn’t want any of this.
“I don’t.” She answered, her words echoing throughout the church. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the crowd grew silent. No sound was heard as Angelica picked up her dress and ran down the aisle. There was no time to look back, no time to regret the choice she just made, it was now or never.
The sound of a gun rang in the holy house of God, the sound of a violent storm brewing was just the beginning.
“Now my dear. Be a good little wife and come back here before someone gets killed, NOW!!” He yelled.
“FUCK OFF!!” She wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, Angelica needed freedom. She needed her old life back. Immediately she opened the door but was stopped by the guards. They grabbed her forcibly by her hand and began t drag her back. Angelica kicked and thrashed, yearning the chance of being free once more. She pleaded and cried, but her protest were in vein as she was brought back to that dreaded alter one final time.
The man’s grip on her was tight as he held her closer than ever. Tears streamed down Angelica’s cheeks as she banged her fist against his chest.
“Just give me one more chance, just one more chance at freedom please.” She pleaded but she was answered with silence.
“Now continue, she has no other choice.” He spoke to the priest who was shaking in fear at this point.
“W-well then, I-i now pronounce you h-husband and wif-fe you may now kiss the b-bride.” He stuttered almost every word but it was still valid. The man stared at me with a devilish smirk then inched his face closer to mine.
“You are mine now.” He whispered then kisses my lips, the crowd of people applauded but soon it was incoherent for Angelica to hear. It all started to break into pieces, the crowd, the scenery, everything but the man standing in front of her.
His face was dark now, like a shadow had casted over him but he still held that evil smirk. The smirk then turned into a menacing laugh, the laugh then turned into the sound of pure evil right before her. Black liquid like tar began to ooze out of his eyes as he gripped onto her tightly. The man’s voice became incoherent, it echoed through this black abyss with a broken down voice.
“You are mine!!”
“Your are mine!!!”
“YOU ARE MINE!!”
Until I woke up.
I looked around the room I was in, it was mine, it was normal. I sighed in relief as I felt my body almost covered in sweat. I need a shower.
My clothes were off me immediately and I stepped inside my cold shower, the water was cold enough to make my skin numb. But I need it to be colder. I need the water to wash away that nightmare. God why does my mind cooks up the craziest scenarios.
I was finally at the point were my body couldn’t take the cold anymore so I stepped out of the shower. I grabbed the nearest towel then dried myself. The though of that nightmare still lingered on in my mind, come on Angelica focus on something else.
I entered my bedroom then checked the time. It was 1:35 pm. Crap I’m going to be late at this rate. I quickly scrambled towards my wardrobe, picking the outfit I had placed in last night. It was just some light washed jeans, a grey hoodie and some air forces. It’s college, who cares how I look.
I had checked the time and it was 1:45 pm when I finished getting ready. I grabbed my beige tote bag then my keys and stepped out of my apartment. The cold air of Ann Arbor, Michigan hit my face as I stumbled a bit to get inside my car.
I turned up the heater and soon warmed myself up then started driving to the college campus, it wasn’t too far from where I lived so I was pretty lucky but I didn’t have time for breakfast. I sped up a bit as I saw the entrance to the parking lot, then I parked my Honda CR-V in the only available spot and started booking it to class.
Being almost at the end of the parking lot and having to make my way towards the lecture hall was tiring but I got through it and now im sitting in my seat waiting for my professor to get here.
He turned out to be 20 minutes late.
My stomach was already demanding food midway through the lecture, making small strange sounds. Yeah it was pretty embarrassing but I didn’t know anyone and no one really cares. Welcome to college.
Finally the lecture was over, thankfully I only had one lecture today so I was pretty happy. As I scurried out of the lecture hall, almost running to my car. Survival mode was kicking in and I had to find food now. I drove past cars and made my way through the nearby Starbucks drive through, I was getting impatient already. I would have gone full karen mode if the person in front of me took longer but I didn’t, yet.
I could have sworn the person in front of me is trying to order the whole menu just to piss me off, IM STARVING OVER HERE AT LEAST GIVE ME SOME SYMPATHY!!
But finally my time came and I ordered a bacon Gouda and a latte. After picking it up I drove back home and rested on my couch, I know it isn’t a real breakfast but it was something and I was really craving some Starbucks.
After finishing my small breakfast I decided to get started on my assignment for today, I’m studying to be an interior designer and so far it wasn’t too hard. The assignment we had to do consisted of designing our perfect home, the professor was care free and let our imagination run wild. It as a good chance to see what we wanted and how we saw things in our mind play out.
Just to get myself out of my comfort zone I wanted to do a different design than my usual neutrals and light colors. I guess I could say I was a bit inspired by my nightmare. That guys color scheme was really good, but he still gave me some devilish vibes. Just reminiscing it made my spine shiver.
I shook my head vigorously and started on my project, dark grey walls with a matte black accent wall. Almost everything was black and grey, some furniture items were white and a bit gold which turned out to balance the whole place really well. So far I really liked it.
Hours had past and my stomach had demanded food once again, so I set my computer down and clicked the submit button. I was finally finished after a couple of hours and now it was time to go satisfy my stomach. I checked the time and it was 5 in the afternoon, standing up and stretching for a bit I then made my way to my pantry and opened it.
Bags of finished chips still remained, empty cereal boxes and empty bread bags, was that all I ate! I checked in my refrigerator and fridge as well, empty ice cream boxes and expired milk. Just great, now I have to go buy groceries. I swear I went last week or did I forget again.
Never mind, point is I need food and soon. Since I still have energy I’ll make something for once. Yes I can actually cook, I just prefer not too. So I grabbed my purse and slipped on the hoodie I had before on then grabbed my car keys and turned off the lights before I left and locked my apartment.
Sorta running down the stairs I made my way towards the front and got inside my car, the weather outside was still the same. A bit cold but not too cold. Starting up my car and turning up the radio station I started driving towards my nearby target. I turned the volume a little high since I liked the beat of the song on the radio. The lyrics came into my mind as I remembered the song being played. I wanna be your Slave by Manskin.
“I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangsta. ‘Cause you can be the beauty and I could be the monster!!” I felt bad for whichever stranger looked over inside my car and witnessed me screaming my lungs out for a song. Yeah I won’t not admit that I’m not weird.
Finally after straining my throat from singing I made it to target, ah the dreaded place I always come back to with a receipt close to becoming a scarf. I stepped inside and grabbed a small little cart, for once Angelica lets just make this a quick and small trip. I started scanning through the food isle in search of what to make, pasta sounds good but im kinda craving some pizza. I looked at both boxes and decided to grab both since you never know.
As I continued walking through the countless isles I somehow sneaked into the snack isle.
It would be such a waste to not grab anything, I’ll only grab a couple since im here anyways. But It started off with the oreos then escalated to the chips, then the candy packs, until my little cart wasn’t so little anymore. Almost filled with snacks of every kind that I could find.
How do I even manage to fit all of these in my stomach and still look skinny the next day, now that’s what I call talent. As I pushed my cart down more isles and found my way to the books, perfect.
I started scanning through the small but large array of books. Love, nah, cooking, maybe, horror, maybe, fiction, yes, poetry yes. By the time I finished looking through all the different genres of books I had decided on a fictional book and a poetry one. I grabbed the fictional book then reached over for the poetry but stopped as I felt a cold hand against mine
I quickly took my arm away and looked up at the owner of this cold hand, I stared for what seemed like hours at this man. He was everything on my checklist for the perfect boyfriend, dark black hair, a perfectly chimed face, cold alluring eyes.
But thankfully I snapped out of it.
“Sorry miss, I didn’t know you also wanted the book.” His voice was deep and so alluring.
“It’s alright, if you want the book then I don’t mind grabbing another one.” I wasn’t lying to him at this point, true I wanted the book but what I wanted more was some food and I had no time to start a war over a book. Farewell sweet poetic book, gone but never forgotten.
I started to turn my cart the other way out of the isle but I was stopped, the man had come in front of me holding the book in hand trying to stop me from leaving. My small red flag senses were beginning to ring but I ignored them a bit, it’s a public place he wouldn’t try anything, right?
“Please take the book, I insists. How rude it would be for me to not give you the book.” Oh yeah and one thing I didn’t mentioned to myself before, THIS MANS VOICE WAS PURE SILK!!
He had the power to make any girls panties soaking at this point, and he knew it too well. Combined with his looks he was the total eye catching candy for any girl.
“Oh how kind of you, thank you so much.” I replied, good job Angelica now lets just get home and-
“I’ll give you the book if you give me your number.” I didn’t pick up any slight sound of uncertainty when he spoke with a little hint of flirt in his tone. He can keep the book, because right now the only thing that separates me and some good food are him and that book.
I sighed and turned my cart the other way this time and successfully left the isle and walked away, but this time he followed me.
“Hey wait, don’t you want the book.” He held the book right in front of me as he spoke.
“Look you seem like a cute and nice guy and all but right now I just really want to go home. So you can keep the book.” I replied and continued my walk towards the self checkout. But this man still kept on following me. Creep.
“Come on can I just please get your number, look I’ll even pay for the book and everything else you have.” Alright he was pushing the line already, he was becoming way to pushy with the whole ‘give me your phone number thing’. I ignored him then started scanning all my items, waiting for him to take the hint and leave.
ALL I WANTED WAS TO GET SOME FOOD IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR!!
“Im sorry but I really just want to get back home, maybe another time.” I replied and in a flash he scanned the book then inserted his card, IS HE CRAZY!! He just payed for everything I had, what was he thinking. I stood there a little dumbfounded as I was just processing what was happening.
“What the hell, hey that’s my stuff im supposed to pay for it.” I added and he looked over at me with a smirk.
“Well its done now, so why don’t you reconsider giving me your number.” Did he really just do all of that just for my number, I mean it would be rude to not give him my number since he fricken paid for all of my stuff.
His phone was held out on his hand and I held my hand open, he eagerly handed it to me with it already on the dial. I typed in my number and handed it to him, he seemed happy when he got back his phone.
“There you have my number and thank you for paying you really didn’t have to do that.” I spoke.
“Don’t worry about it, well it was nice to meet you, Ill text you soon.” And just as quick as he came he left, a bit of a weird predicament but whatever all I want to do now is get back home.
I walked towards the parking lot and thankfully found my car in the sea of parked cars, I placed the bags of food in the passenger seat and started backing out. As im looking at my rear window I see the guy from earlier, smiling creepily. Maybe it was a mistake to give him my number, oh god what was I thinking.
Well if he gives me a weird vibe when he texts me then I’m definitely blocking him.
After getting back safely to my house I started cooking up my meal while playing some music, I was starting to get in the zone until my phone decides to interrupt me.
I quickly grab it and set the lid over the pasta, I look at the notification and it was a text from an unknown number. I opened it and read what it said.
Unknown: Hello, its me the guy you met at target. I just wanted to see what you were doing and wanted to tell you my name is Damien, since I didn’t get a chance before. I was in a rush.” I finished reading then replied.
Me: Im doing pretty fine just cooking and listening to music, oh and here is the money for my groceries. Seriously you didn’t have to pay for them.” I texted back and sent him an Apple Pay of the sum. I then saved his contact information under Damien and put my phone down, getting the done pasta out and waiting for it to cool I got more texts.
“He sure responds fast.” I though and placed the plate of pasta on the table with sauce.
As I continued trying to eat my pasta in piece I was bombarded with more texts, I soon had enough of it and silenced my phone. Nothing was getting in my way of having some food. I waited too damn long for my food. Nothing is stoping me from enjoying it now.
I sighed in satisfaction as I soon finished the pasta and put the leftovers in the microwave for later, I checked the time again then started grabbing my stuff for work. Car keys, house keys, phone and wallet were all in my bag before I left my apartment.
Getting inside my car for the third time today I drove over to my workplace, I worked at a local restaurant that was pretty busy. I know basic but hey it helped pay the bills.
After a couple minutes of driving I made my way to my job and parked my car, stepping inside the shop the smell of fresh coffee hit my nose and woke me completely up. Time to get to work.
I tied my apron on and fixed my hair into a ponytail then got to work serving order after order, the day wasn’t getting too hectic since lunch hour had already passed. A couple orders here and there wasn’t nothing I couldn’t handle with the help of my coworkers.
And soon one by one customer started leaving until it was finally closing time, I sighed in relief then let go of my hair and hung my apron back up onto the wall.
“Heyy Angie, me and everyone else are hitting up the club soon care to finally join us.” My coworkers and closest friend Katlyn asked as she came by my side. Katlyn and I have been best friend since diapers, our mothers were best friend and now so are we. She’s always been the one in my life to tell me to enjoy it and have fun while I am here to give her and myself a reality check.
“I don’t know maybe another time, I have an early lecture tomorrow for my architect class.” I replied and she huffed.
“When will you ever enjoy yourself for once, you can’t stay all cooped up inside your house then g out only for school and work Angie. Just come out this one time, pleasee.” She said while dragging the ‘e’ in please.
I looked around the room at the now pleading faces coming from my coworkers, one night wouldn’t hurt. Right?
“Fine I’ll go, just this once but don’t expect me to go so easily the next time.” I answered and all their faces began to light up.
“Yes thank god ,she said yes.” They all cheered in excitement as I was shooed off to quickly go home and change.
Looks like the night is still young. It’s just one night Angelica, just try to enjoy yourself.