BLAIR'S POV It was now three days and Brian took my request to be alone pretty very far.All my efforts to call him, all my efforts to have a word with him proved abortive. His phone will not connect nor was there a single sign of him around the house since he turned his back on me. I grew extremely worried and also had ample time to think about it, about everything. Nothing else mattered, I just needed to see him to make sure he was fine. I would pick his hurting presence a million times over his absence. As I grew increasingly worried and paced our room from end to end, my phone came buzzing. “Hello,” I responded, skeptically, since I didn't recognize the caller ID and only hoped it was Brian. “Your fake husband is really testing his limits now, isn't he?” the voice of the caller came. I rolled my eyes realizing it was my mother. It was not exactly what I was hoping for, disappointment immediately drowned my heart. “You have succeeded in running off the one person who made
BLAIR’S POVWe were now all set for our big day, again. I had begged to have a small ceremony, against Brian’s will to let the entire Winchester know that we were tying the knot for forever. On this fateful morning, I was standing right in front of the mirror, torn apart and broken. ‘The happiest day of my life,’ I often hear people describe, but this was the second time and yet, happiness was far from me. I stared at the mirror, feeling the sting of pain, betrayal, accompanied by a pinch of guilt, all summing up into uncertainty and fear. Brian and Steven had left for the registry and while I waited to be driven there, I couldn’t help question all of my life’s decision, up to this point. In slow steps, I moved over to the bed and stared out the window, as the vehicle drove in. ‘It is time, Blair,’ I thought. I caught a glimpse of the brown envelop my parents had sent, right inside the drawer that was slightly opened, beside the bed. Reaching out for it, I read through every
BLAIR’S POVI laid in bed, quietly with tears flowing down my eyes, onto the side of my face and soaking my pillow. Nothing was to be compared with the amount of pain that overwhelmed me, leaving Brian waiting for my arrival. Just as I struggled to drown my thoughts, convincing myself that I had made the right choice, my phone came buzzing with Brian’s call. I stared at my phone ring and couldn’t find it in my heart to pick up. I didn’t know what to say.‘What was there to say?’ Brian’s calling persisted and when I was eventually worn out, I turned off my phone and laid in mourning. “She has to go back!” I heard shouting from a distance, “Why?” my father asked. I got out of bed and drew closer to their room, where their voices hailed from. “We did say she could return home if he didn’t want to sign the contract, so why is it a problem?” my father queried in loud voice. “Yes, we said that,” my mother replied, “But only because we believed that he loved her enough to want to k
BLAIR’S POV I was immediately pulled away from her, but that did not ease the pain in my heart towards her. I was angry and bitter towards my mother and could not stop blaming her for my father’s condition. The antecedent events were clear that they were both in sync, working towards making my life hell, but upon my return, my father showed some remorse and love towards me, unlike my mother. “Keep her away from us,” I yelled, creating a chaotic scene in the hospital. My hyperactive reaction and continuous crying caused me a terrible headache and I was soon developing a fever. All of Ashley’s effort to calm me down proved abortive and subsequently, I had to be sedated and held in the hospital. Upon regaining consciousness, I laid very weak in bed, still not recovering fully from the effect of the drugs. Tears flowed from my cheeks in endless streams, as my heart housed nothing but pain, regret and hatred. “Your phone would not stop ringing,” Ashley said, seeing I was now up.I
BLAIR’S POV “Who are you?” I finally pushed the door, questioning her last statement. She seemed shock to see me, and looking at her guilty face, confirmed a lot to me. “Start talking, you lying, deceitful serpent,” I yelled, “Blair, I would not have you speak to me like that, I am your mother!” she yelled back, “No, you’re not,” I replied. “Jane,” I called, “or is that even your real name?” I queried. She walked past me and right out of the room. Her words definitely left an impression on my heart, one I wasn’t going to let go of anytime soon, or ever. I began to ransack the room, finding something on this woman, who I was now sure was an imposter. In a short while, my mother was on her way back, aggressive with her footsteps. I had nothing on her yet, so I hurried to the door, locking it shut, leaving her outside. “You little brat! Open this door!” She kept yelling and banging the door continuously. “Not until I know exactly who you are and what your aim is in this house
BLAIR’S POV I walked out of the room, with slow steps to the only place I knew I ever found peace- the attic. This was a lot, too much for me to take.I laid still in bed, staring at the ceiling with tears flowing down my cheeks. Clearly, I was a problem everywhere I went to and it went as far back as when I was born. All this while, I thought that my parents had been nothing but mean to me, but it turned out, my entire life was a lie. They were not my parents and while I thought they were being mean to me, they thought they were doing me a favor by keeping me alive. I didn’t know what to think or feel anymore. What was worse, was that I had no where else to go. I could not return to Brian and all of a sudden, the house was beginning to feel like a bed of nails. “Blair,” Ashley called, walking in to the attic, “We are going to visit Mr. Williams,” she announced, “Do you feel better? Would you like to come along?” she asked, ‘Mr. Williams,’ I thought, I had heard that nam
BLAIR’S POVMy mother sent me into another round of thoughts. I slowly walked out of her room, reminiscing on every single word she spoke. I understood that she directly implied that my family only needed me to show up married to Brian and also make him sign the business deal.Considering my father’s condition and the failing state of the company she spoke of, her words were clear that if he died, she was going to blame me. When I went to her, I knew what to expect, but I hoped there was a slight chance she had figured another way around it all. Seeing that her mind was solely fixed on Brian taking the family’s burden, I picked myself up, took a very hot bath and proceeded to the meal table, from which I boarded the next vehicle to Winchester. Tears flowed down my eyes in never-ending streams as I watched the buildings go behind us and we exited Vegas, heading to Winchester. I felt filthy and like some tramp who was going to sell myself for money. It didn’t matter to me anymore
BRIAN’S POV “How could she do this to me, Steven?”I paced around my office, throwing down every frame, file or accessory on it. Steven was seated across from me, very calm, as always. “Was this why she didn’t want an elaborate ceremony?” A million thoughts ran through my mind and I was doing a terrible job processing this pain I was feeling. I was like a really deep paper cut, only directed at the heart. “She took sides with her father?” “After everything?”“Talk to me, Steven!” I banged the table. Weeks had now gone by and I was weary of trying to call her. Steven’s calmness and silence were evidence that he was tired of my ranting, since I had done the same thing, every day for the last few weeks I’ve lived, after our wedding that failed to hold. “How could she?” I slowly sat in my chair, now very sober, which was the next stage of my grief. Nothing in this world had broken into such tiny bits. Not the death of my family, nor Stacy’s betrayal had me in such a messy state.