BRANDY
“You are getting married in three days.”
Three days later and I still couldn’t believe it.
Have you ever been stuffed in a car?
Four bulky men stuffing me in the backseat of the car like a filling in a turkey.
I did not know if to scream, cry or laugh, shocked to the core.
“Brandy, It’s not that bad.” My sister Beaula said, and I could hear the lie, ripping a shiver from me.
“Well, she shouldn’t have eaten so much if she wanted to look good for her wedding.”
“I doubt she even thought she would marry.” Anna chuckled, our eyes caught on the review mirror.
I had barely dropped my bags in my room when the news were sprung on me and Anna was right, I never thought I would ever see the day when someone called me their wife. The revelation had left me scattered in confused emotions. For one, a thing I had never thought would happen to me was happening, and secondly, I was being married off without my consent.
“Be nice.” Emily threw daggers at Anna before she ran her hands down her chest. I was sure Emily was just happy she hadn’t been the one auctioned off without any care.
My heart throbbed and my palms sweat even more.
My eyes ran to scenery of the town only for it to be wasted on me. And suddenly I could see the large church.
My heart went dizzy, shifting in my seat but my dress didn’t allow much movement.
In it I looked like a pumpkin.
My sisters had bought the first dress they came across. It was so large it was hanging on my body by pins and needles. It was a tent, swallowing and making me look fatter than I was.
The sudden silence in the car made it worse.
Emily came closer, setting my nerves on fire even before she could utter a word as the car came to a stop.
“It’s time.”
Time to give me away. Time for them to wash their hands off me. Time to get hitched.
I nodded my head, my lips clasped into a thin line with no care for the makeup too cakey on my face. With the wedding thrown so fast, like a messy salad, Anna designated herself as my make-up artist and, lets say, I would have been better going natural
All of us were thrown in different boarding schools as soon as we could walk, leaving the house and family foreign to us all. I might have been related to the women around me but I had just met them three days ago. There was no love lost. Only genes and blood bound us together. But they seemed friendly with each other, they had all been back home for a year.
I never thought the first conversation I had with my father would be him letting me know I would be married and then chasing me out of his office when tears filled my eyes. It might have been the last conversation I would ever have with him.
Maybe he hated me. I never thought he did but I did lead to his wife’s death so maybe they all blamed me for it.
The guards were all out of their car, my door opened, ready to tuck me back out.
The day couldn’t get any worse. I felt like a balloon about to burst, the most hideous wedding dress I had ever seen. The fact that it puffed out from the waist down made the situation worse. Surely I looked ready to pop out a full baby.
Hands were held out, me gripping the guard’s arms only for them to pull with much force.
The tears burned, everything just crushing on me and it was too much. I swallowed them back, concentrating on getting out of car and getting through the day. I was no stranger to heartache.
After a hassle they were able to pull me out, maybe having ripped the dress a little but the dress was so big surely no one would notice.
The heels worn by my sister’s echoed as they made their way up the stairs.
The first time I lay my eyes on them had left me thinking I had been adopted. They were all tall, slender with luscious hair I could not even dream of. It was something out of i*******m.
I watched as Emily ran up the stairs, the wind sending her curls bouncing, her curved waist seeming exaggerated with her round hips—a real barbie and I was in awe. Surely my husband would cuss me to death for being—me, the dumpling of the family.
“Come come, do you need help with your dress?” Beaula was the nicest, just nine months apart, my father had not wasted time. He had really wanted a boy, not knowing that his obsession for an heir would kill his wife.
From Beaula’s words I quickly pulled up my dress, moving up the stairs.
Everything happened so fast I barely blinked. They all walked in after Beaula pulled down my veil. Father stepped out. He stood right next to me, never said a word and soon the doors to the church opened.
I shook so hard even the church shook before my eyes. My eyes cast down, wishing the ground would swallow me.
The silence in the church made it worse then the gasps and again, silence.
I blinked the tears back, feeling my confidence collapse to crumbles.
I didn’t want this. I did not want to be there, worse, wearing that hideous dress. It should have been something a grandma would wear in her death bed.
I wished I never came back. If only I had run away from school and started a new life all by myself.
Not even a song played, just eerie silence as if someone was about to die. I wouldn’t be shocked. It was a mafia wedding after all.
I couldn’t tip up my head even if I wanted to. It just kept bowing until I thought my neck would break.
My father stopped and so did I, knowing his part was done. He could wash his hands off me and be done.
I had not even wanted to know the man he was marrying me to but the image I had in my head wasn’t pretty. And as I stood there it finally hit me like cold water.
I could be tying my life to a serial killer. I could be tying my whole life to a woman abuser. Suddenly a big bulging belly and rotten teeth did not matter, he could have been the worst human in the world and after this day I would never be able to escape him. I would be in his prison with him free to do anything he wanted to me.
I felt him as he got near. All hairs in my body soared up with his approach and I wanted to run out yet my legs failed me. My brain short circuited and it was when a hand firmly grabbed me that I snapped from the shock but the fear slapped me dead faced. The hand was foreign. The grip was so tight it was like he wanted to break my hand. A pull told me he wanted me forward so I quickly moved up and nearly tripped on the stupid dress that was too hot. My father was gone, just a stranger before me but to be honest they were all strangers. He pulled me to the position he wanted me and the tension in the room told you that this wasn’t a happy wedding. This wasn’t a wedding at all, it was a funeral, mine. All I saw were dress shoes, such large dress shoes!He was tall, way taller than me. The man was bulky, ‘crush me with his thumb’ bulky. The air about him preceded danger, so much danger. His cologne was strong, expensive, and smelled deadly too. At that point everything about him
Tiles so sparkly they looked like glass. Eerie silence greeted my ears, two guards at my side but they didn’t step further in because a lady in a uniform stood with a bowed head. The security was tight, so many guards canvasing the grounds. I wondered if the house would be my new home. Somehow, I was disappointed it was so near to my dad’s house. “Ma’am.” The woman greeted, she looking to be around her late thirties or early forties. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail so tight it gave her a painful facelift. Her hands were clasped together, posture strong but slightly bent in a respectful manner. “Hello.” My voice came out so firm I was grateful. “Would you like me to show you to your room?” She asked. “I would appreciate it.” I said with her quickly turning and led me to an elevator. It was my first time seeing an elevator in a house. Actually, it was my first time being in a house that did not belong to my father. Reflective glass was all that surrounded us until we step
STORMAll that could be heard was the sound of our fast patting feet as we marched through the quiet halls to the door. My father and I took the steps two at a time, our cars waiting with the doors opened wide for us. “Come in for a second.” I followed my father into his car, the door closing us in the dark confinement. “Are you sure you don’t want to switch?” I thought over my father’s words and chewed on them but I was too tired to even think. “As much as it was to Madroi’s favor, he didn’t have to give us the ugly one, any of the other girls would do. I can get him to switch with one of the older sisters.” A sigh pulled from me, sitting back and closing my eyes. The image of my new wife drifted into my head and a shiver ran through my body but I had more important issues to worry about so I couldn’t spend more time there. “No father, she is fine.” I said , sitting up and turning to stare at the man I looked up to for so long but I was not sure if I still did. He seemed to
BRANDYDeath came for me in the shape of a loud blurring sound. I groaned out loudly, the throb in my head deadly itself. As I drifted more into consciousness, the pain grew and the sound grew impossibly irritating. “Can you move?” A voice came, so near. I groaned again, wanting to move but my body felt like concrete. It was a debate between switching the alarm off or staying exactly where I was and the alarm soon gave me no choice. “Hell.” I groaned out, nausea hitting me hard and taking my mind from the hard object poking my abdomen. I rolled so fast jumping out of bed to stop and bend as the room span so hard. There was no escaping it so I hit with all fours and quickly crawled away to the bathroom where I threw up in the toilet bowl. The smell of wine hit hard and it smelled fermented and awful. I quickly flushed, feeling a bit lighter. A heave pulled from me, my hair sticking to my forehead. I crawled to the sink, pulling myself up before I rinsed my mouth then brushed
STORMMy wife was a strange creature.I didn’t know if to be angry or amused. I knew women who could shop but never fifteen thousand dollars in six hours. My eyes were still wide. Of course it was nothing to me but still, a tough pill to swallow. She had no care, moving her head and shoulders as she drew on her iPad and typed on her laptop. In a way she looked in a zone, absorbed. What was she doing? I tried to recall the little I knew about her only to recall a name. Her hair was better, her face not bad. A frown was inched deep in my face, being disturbed by a text buzzing my phone. I snapped back to work. I had to bare five more hours before getting to the house to sleep. I was at my sleep deprived breaking point, barely concentrating. Once again I found my eyes on the creature I was tied to. Her hand was greedy, crumbs on the corner of her lips as she chewed only for her to take another large bite at her pie. She loved food, just devouring it all to take a cookie next. M
BRANDYSomething was poking me. I quickly scrambled up, ready to fight. Music blurred, vision blurry with everything aching on my body. I pushed up, pulling the headphones from my ears, leaving them throbbing from the abuse. “Shit.” I huffed out. “We are leaving at six, be ready with your packed bag.” I jumped, turning around to find a huge man standing next to me. I couldn’t help but scurry back only to stop and realize he was my husband. I was married now. I sighed, a hand running over my face. I felt as bad as he looked. His under eyes weren’t better at all, as if he hadn’t slept at all. “Okay. I will borrow a packing bag though since I doubt you will be landing me your card anytime soon?” I gave him an eye, testing my luck in case he changed his mind and gave me the card again. My smile wasn’t returned, Husband turning and walking away. He looked pissy as hell, leaving me fearful for those who would spend the day with him. “Have a great day!” I screamed as the door cl
STORM“We will discuss the matter further tomorrow McAdams. It is not a matter to be settled over the phone.” I pushed the door open, nodding my head to Jacobs who guarded the door. I span around, closing the door while pulling the phone from my ear. Just a shower and a change of clothes before dinner and hopefully a good night with Miranda. I told myself I deserved it, a day to relax and enjoy myself. My dick was painfully hard every morning. It had been a while. I could already see myself burying my cock in her, deep, just stroking her over and over. I felt my dick twitch in my pants in agreement. The bedroom door was pushed with my foot, my attention on the text that just entered. Miranda: I am readyAnd so was I. I hit something hard, cursing as I pulled back only for my eyes to widen. They could only get larger as they settled on the case that had not been there when I left in the morning. “Shit.” I turned so fast, marching out of the bedroom back to the living room onl
BRANDYI heard it at some point, the alarm. Yet I could not recall movement. Something warm lay under me, arms gripping me tightly. I wanted to bury myself deeper but something kept nagging me. Something was wrong. There was an alarm. I fought with sleep for what seemed like eternity and when I finally came to my senses it all clicked. My eyes opened wide, seeing skin. Husband was under me, holding me firmly. My heart went ballistic. Calm down, I whispered in my head, not wanting to wake him. I was not surprised, I was a very busy and restless sleeper, having found my way to him. Was I heavy on him? My eyes went wider, trying to shift but his arms were not giving way. I could not see his face but I knew he was deep in it. Then I recalled my cause for concern. An alarm. “Fuck.” I pushed up, barely successful. My hand lay on Husband’s chest, shaking him a little. “Hi, your alarm, you need to wake up,” I said, trying to recall when the alarm rang but knew it was well over a