CHAPTER TWO

The rest of the week went by quickly. My dad did everything to avoid seeing me since I kept trying to convince him to change his mind about my marriage to Salvador.

My mother on the other hand seemed rather excited as she spent the whole week planning for the wedding, setting up our large living room as the venue and even ordering a wedding cake.

The presence of heavily armed men from my father’s mafia guarded my door, ensuring I didn’t attempt another escape. I only caught a glimpse of what was going on outside my room under strict supervision as ordered by dad.

The hairstylist shook me into reality “you’re all set to go ma’am” she informed me. I looked into the mirror and gave my reflection a weak smile then nodded at the stylist.

I sluggishly got off the chair and walked out of my room, the train of my wedding gown following loosely. At the top of the stairs, I made a stop and looked around the room, all eyes were up and watching me, I didn’t expect this much people, most of whom I didn’t know. It wasn’t until I started walking down the aisle that I noticed Salvador was coming towards the made - shift alter they had set up. He couldn’t even wait for me at the alter?

Within a few minutes the ceremony was over, I was wearing his ring, its official I had become the wife of a stranger.

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Salvador”. One couple greeted as they passed by, I put out my hands to shake theirs casually with an obviously forced smile, Alphonse kept a straight face too, and I assumed he would be happy. I noticed the last set of guests had just left and before long, Salvador and I were seated at the back of his SUV.  My mom gave me a quick kiss, but my eyes remained on the balcony where my father sat in his wheelchair as the car drove off.

“You look Hot” Alphonse said putting his half burnt cigarette in his mouth. He inhaled deeply and then puffed out the smoke directly on my face. I coughed continuously while waving my arms to clear the smoke. Aside the moment we shared our vows, there had been no other conversation between us and I wasn’t planning on talking to him. Ever.

“Strip!”

Alphonse commanded as soon as we entered his living room and the guards had left. I turned to him briefly before walking away as though I didn’t hear him.

“I asked you to strip! slut” He ordered, causing me to freeze in my tracks. I had earlier changed into a blue silk knee length dress my mom had bought as a wedding present. I loved the color but not how it felt on my skin, because I suddenly felt too exposed. Ignoring him, I attempted to walk away again, but he was quick to grab me by the arm and pull me so close to his face, the smell of cigarette quickly evading my nostrils.

“Get the fuck of me” I said aggressively, causing him to tighten his grip on my hand and then holding my neck with his other hand, he spat his cigarette on the floor and stomped on it.

“This is our wedding night, you are my wife now, and you will do as I say!” he said.

“Fuck you” I spat on his face earning me a slap on my left cheek which immediately turned red.

“You’re my fucking whore now and no one else is going to have you. You are mine!” he said, his grip tightening around my neck. “Now take of this piece of rug and show me what you look like underneath” he instructed, slowly letting go of my neck and in that split second I thought I could escape but he noticed this and shoved me roughly onto the kitchen island making me realize our current environment. It was cold, a chandelier hovered directly above me and I wish it could just fall so I can end it all.

He let go of my neck, and with both hands, he ripped open my dress. I yelped and crossed both arms to cover my exposed breasts, this earned me another slap on the same cheek. He pulled my hair back tightly then kissed my lips aggressively, I could taste blood. “I said show me your body whore” he instructed again, then he let go of my hair and with no effort lifts me fully onto the island.

“Let go of me, don’t do this please.” I pleaded, but he wouldn’t listen, he held me down with one arm and with his other arm pulled down his own pants. The sight of his hugely erected dick scaring a scream out of my throat as tears rolled down my face.

“Get the fuck of me Alphonse” I kept pleading and drumming both fist on his chest. He simply pulled me closer to the edge of the table and yanked my hands away from his chest. I felt my hand hit something, a knife, and without thinking, I picked it up and yanked it right in the middle of his chest. His eyes opened widely, I feared it would pop out of its socket, without another word his body slammed to the floor, a pool of blood filling up the area around him.

I jumped off the table. “Alphonse?” I called out but no response, “shit” I cursed gathering my torn cloth to my chest and just as I turned, I caught a glimpse of one of his men approaching from the other side of the room. I slid into a corridor nearby and found myself on a long hallway, then I heard behind me “the bitch killed Boss, after her!”  “Fuck, sound the alarm” another said.

There was no moment for self-pity, I run to the end of the hallway and held open the door, a large field that covered several acres of land came into view and without looking back, I began to run. Alphonse’s men heavily on my heels.