Trouble On Her Wedding Day

I was stunned when I realized the state of my wedding dress. "Why would you pour ink on this dress?"

My tone came out squeaky and a bit scared. I hated it but there was nothing I could do to stop it. 

"W-what are you trying to do?" I moved back when she would not reply and still approached me with a pair of scissors.

My back hit the clean yet cold tiled wall of the bathroom and kept my gaze on her. 

"You think you can have my spotlight?!" She spat angrily.

"I-I...drop the weapon, Mia." I pleaded, I was trying to run out of the bathroom stall before she could get ahold of me.

"You think you can spring out of nowhere and marry Jared, you fool?!" She was rushed at me and pressed the weapon to my throat, also pinning me hard to the wall.

I whimpered as fear overwhelmed me. "P-p-p-please, Mia. Don't d-do this." I begged.

"Any more pressure to your neck and your blood will spurt everywhere." Her tone was cold and menacing.

She sounded like a psychopath who would only be too glad to cut my throat. The urge to kill was in her eyes, I could see it.

Oh God! Someone should come in to distract her from this madness. 

"Mia, please..." I clamped my lips shut, swallowing the rest of my words when she pressed the blades of the scissors into my flesh.

"But I won't do that because there could be cameras that have seen me walk in here with you." She started tracing the scissors down my throat to my chest. "You're not worth my going to jail."

I could not utter any word as fear had made every part of me jittery, even my knees felt like butter and wanted to give way. 

Before my brain could decipher what she was doing, the pair of scissors had dug into the dipped V-line of my dress and started ripping neatly.

I tried to move away, her eyes warned me to keep still else she might just go through with ending my life. 

"Mia, please. I...Jared is waiting for me. There are guests out there. I can't go out like this." I begged, tears pooling in my eyes.

Jared was waiting for me to come meet him. Guests were expecting us. There was no way I'd go out like this. 

She snarled hatefully. "You're not his wife! I am!"

"You know t-this is j-just a business deal, Mia. D-don't do this." Tears fell down my face.

The sound of the gown ripping humiliated me further. She stopped when the scissors had done enough damage to the dress.

She stepped back a bit as though to observe her handiwork, she cackled. "This is nice. That'll teach you."

I lowered my eyes to thoroughly observe the state of my dress. Oh no! An unfriendly feeling sank into the pit of my stomach.

Martha would not like this. She had handpicked the dress herself. There was going to be hell to pay.

I raised my eyes to meet Mia's face. "W-why? I..." Tears would not let me speak as a sob broke out from me.

"Where are you, Hailey?" I heard the quiet click of heels enter the bathroom.

Martha? Jared had possibly sent her to come look for me.

Mia quickly picked up the empty jar of ink and smeared some on herself. Then she quickly used the scissors to rip the skirt of her dress and also the neckline a little.

"What are you doing?" I blinked disbelievingly at her. "Don't implicate me, Mia. I..."

"Too late." She flashed a wicked smug. "Martha?" She ran out of the bathroom stall.

"Mia? What happened? Why's your dress torn?" Martha was full of concern.

I released a sigh of defeat and stood there, feeling more hopeless than ever. Was this marriage even worth all of this? 

Then I reminded myself I had no hope of raising my child without the financial stability. 

"She started it." Mia replied, her tone trembling with tears.

The girl was not only evil but was a good actress as well and Martha was sure to believe her. 

They both walked into the stall and Martha saw the state of my dress. She wanted to explode with anger. "You wretched wench! Do you know how much that dress cost?! I bet you don't know because you're from a poor, pathetic home!"

"I didn't do anything, Martha. She started it." Even as I said those words in my defense, I knew it would make no difference.

There was no need because Martha would never believe me over Mia. I wondered why I tried to speak in the first place.

"Shut up!" The sharp order were followed by a slap. "You're not worth every penny I spent on this gown or even the wedding. I did it for my son, not you!"

I held my cheek and stared at them both. Mia was smiling like she had won the lottery but Martha didn't see. 

"You came in here to look for trouble and in the process ruined the dress." Martha continued to yell at me.

"She did this on herself so it would look like I did it. That was after she ruined my dress and smeared ink on me." Mia put in, her smirk turning into a hurt expression.

"I can not believe you! As a poor girl, what did you learn in your past marriage? Even your ex-husband's wealth could not polish your unbelievable, low class character, could it?!" She berated harshly and unfairly.

And I stood there taking it because I had no proof to reveal who had actually done it. Moreover, she never liked me. She wanted Mia for her son.

I could only cry silently and nurse my broken heart. 

"What do you expect from someone whose parents did not have the means to bred her into being a woman of class?" Mia scoffed.

"Don't call my parents into this, Mia. Whatever you do or say to me, leave my dead parents out of it." I told her.

"How dare..." Martha's phone rang. "It's Jared calling, he initially sent me here to know what was taking this wench so long." She directed to Mia.

She picked and put on loud speaker.

"Jared, this girl is causing more trouble. She is in a very disgraceful state. It will ruin things again for you. I'll need you to come."

I sank to the floor, feeling tired emotionally, physically and mentally. I was beginning to feel nauseous and a headache was coming on.

These people were stressing my pregnancy.

"Ewww! Behaving like a true pauper." Mia had disgust in her tone.

"I'll be coming right now." Jared spoke from the other side of the phone.

"And come with a blanket." Martha told him.

"A blanket? What do I need a blanket for?" Jared sounded curious.

"You'll have to ask this crazy thing you married."