YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
We are getting married, this monster and I, I just got the news two hours ago just like everyone else on the internet. I got the news of my own wedding from a media outlet, there was a video of Walter on the red carpet announcing our wedding on the red carpet, he called me his mystery girl but now my picture is all over the internet with the caption ‘Walter Davis mystery girl’ next to it.
It’s almost as if everyone has forgotten about Olivia, it’s almost as if she never existed. One media outlet claims that she had traveled to Bali for vacation, another one claims that she just wants to take a break from acting. Why has her body not been found?! Is she ever going to receive any Justin?! Am I going to be the next victim?! All this questions have been flooding my head since he killed her and now he is going to make me marry him.
I did not know that I was going to marry him, I had planned to escape after I say what he did to Olivia but as if he knew about my plan somehow he has been all around me, he has had his bodyguards follow me every where, even when I want to use the toilet there is Nancy who follows me. I call her (Nancy) shadow because she never leaves me alone! She just sits in the corner watches me but never says anything!
I stared at my phone, at the celebrity gossip headline, I stared at it hoping that somehow the news would be false but I knew more than anyone else that the news is not false.
The wedding gowns at my side proves that.
“So which one do you like best.” The private wedding dress fitter asked. I looked at all the gowns on the bed, I hated all of them, I think I just hate the fact that I am getting married to him. I picked the ugliest one out of the bunch, other of the gown were picked out by Annabelle Wintour, this celebrity stylist but that one that ugly white short puffy ball gown with pink stripes on it an a very high turtle neck with lacy pink buttons running from the neck to the waistline at the front. It looked like something a person would were if they were going to marry a zombie, maybe this is the right dress for me… after all I am getting married to a monster, I am going to do it in the ugliest dress I can find.
“Are you sure that is the one you want?” Annabelle Wintour asked, she had a disapproving look on her face, her disapproval made me smile.
“Yes it is exactly what I want.” I replied with a smile. Nancy also known as shadow looked at me like she was about to say something but she instead said nothing and continued to stay quiet in the corner. Something about Nancy makes me feel like she knows something, like there is a secret that she is hiding, a secret so dark and shady, she seems to know things about Walter, things she would never say.
“What about this one?” Anabelle asked enthusiastically.
“Nope, I’ll just stick with this one.” I replied completely bursting her bubble. I will do my best to get away from getting married to Walter but if somehow I am unable to avoid this marriage then I would make it my duty to make this marriage the worse mistake of his life, he would wish he never married me, this is a promise that I intend to keep no matter what.
“Leave, all of you I want to speak to my wife.” Walter said. Is he kidding! His wife?! He has to be joking because there is no way. They all walked out of the room, all of them including shadow who never leaves my side.
“Hey baby.” Walter said in an affectionate tone as I hugged me and attempted to plant a kiss on my lips, and tried to moved away, he held me in place.
“Don’t you ever touch me!” I yelled at him, I pounded my fist on his chest as I tried my best to get him to leave me the fuck alone!
“You are mine Yara and soon you would be my wife, it would be better for you if you stop resisting me.” He said as he raised my face up with one of his hand and planted a kiss on my forehead.
“I will never marry you! I would rather die! I’ll slit my own wrist if you force me to marry you!” I yelled. The look on his face was priceless, he looked like a real life super villain.
He let me go but shoved me roughly to the ground.
“You would do no such thing Yara! I am the only one who has the right to hurt you if it pleases me! Don’t you dare hurt yourself!” He said. I stayed there on the ground crying my eyes out.
“Be ready in thirty minutes, the wedding would start a little sooner than expected by the way wear that dress, I know it would look good on you.” Walter added and then stormed out.
I look at the dress Walter picked, it is a beautiful sparkling white off the shoulder mermaid wedding gown, it has a v-shaped neckline which deepened and exposed some cleavage in a non-tacky way.
I looked at it and knew I would not wear it, I would rather die than let him keep controlling me, I am no longer going to let these heartless mafia king rule my life anymore, I would much rather be free and it seems like death is the only place where I can know true freedom.
I gently closed the door of the room, twisted the key and locked myself in. I spotted a knife that had been used during the cake testing. I picked up the knife, this is my one way ticket to freedom. The pain was sharp and sudden but almost immediately a certain calm washed over me. Is this what freedom feels like?…