Chapter 5: Hurt & Completely Done

Alex stared at me for long moments before trying to reach for me again, but this time, I shoved at him with all my might. "I mean it, Alex. I'm no longer interested in getting married to you." I repeated, hardening my voice in order not to reveal how I was breaking on the inside. Alex heaved out a long sigh, hands tugging on his hair as he stared at the roof, like he was trying to gather himself together. At this point, my sister had slid out of the bed and was trying to slip into her clothes. Pain hacked through my chest once again at the realization that I had caught my sister in bed with my fiancé. My sister hasn't liked Alex from the start, at least, that was what she made me believe. And that disturbed me so much that I refused to accept that and made sure to put in so much effort until my sister and fiancé were able to be civil to each other. That had pleased me immensely, it made me so happy, but unknown to me, my sister and fiancé had fucking behind my back. A sob began to build in my throat once more, but I forced it away, not wanting to reveal how ridiculously weak I am to the two of them, two people whom I trusted with my life. "Rory..." Alex began to speak, tugging me out of my thoughts. This time, he stopped a few inches from me but didn't bother reaching for me before continuing. "I'm gonna leave you to gather your thoughts together, to get some rest. You're stressed, so get some rest. The wedding is three days away, you need to be as well-rested as possible." I sucked in a deep breath on realizing that he still somehow expected that I'd get married to him after what I had discovered. Not. "Alex, I already told you that I won't be getting married to you, and that's that. I want the wedding canceled, there's no way you think I'd still get married to you, is there?" I demanded, and he sighed as he tugged on his hair once again. "We can't cancel the wedding, Rory. We've been planning it for almost a year, everyone is invited, even important people from outside the pack as well. You can't just cancel it two days before the D-Day. It doesn't work that way, Rory." He explained, and I squared my jaw and folded my arms before taking a step away from him. "It can still be canceled, and that's exactly what's gonna happen. I refuse to get married in a situation like this. I don't want the marriage anymore, I don't want you anymore." I whispered the last part, and my heart shattered once again in heartbreak and betrayal, and once again, the urge to cry consumed me. Alex remained silent for a few seconds before reaching forward to grasp my chin, making me tense at once. I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. He tilted my head up and brushed his lips over my forehead, touch featherlight. On a normal day, my heart would have been fluttering, and I'd have been dying from happiness on the inside. But right now, all I could feel was bile rising in my throat. "Get some rest, love." He breathed out, and then he pulled away, grip still on my chin. "I'll see you in two days for the wedding, hm?" I made to argue, scowl already forming on my face, but he was already pulling away and exiting the room before I could get a word out. Once I was finally alone with Anna, I stared at her pointedly, still filled with disbelief. She refused to meet my eyes, and that made me scoff as I walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen to grab some water. After the near-death experience I passed through last night and discovered that my best friend hated me, I arrived home to cry my eyes out. I never expected to come home to an even bigger disappointment, one which shattered what was left of my heart. I was downing some water while trying to will the tears away when Anna arrived in the doorway, wringing her hands together. "Rys..." She whispered I pressed my fingers against my eyes to stop the tears from falling before turning around to face her. "I mean it, do not call me that again. Please." I whispered as I walked past her, feeling like being in an enclosed place with her was gonna get me suffocated. I heard her let out a sigh as she followed into the shabby sitting room. "I'm sorry, Rory." She called out, and I whirled around at once. "No, you're not! You hate me. You detest me. You're not my sister. You're a stranger. You're someone who wants to see me dead, who wants me to seem unhappy. You don't love me, who knows if you've ever loved me?" I paused to let out a watery laugh. "You hate me and you're not sorry, so don't act that you are," I shouted the last part before rushing into my room and locking the door after me. And then I slid down against the door until I was brawling into my knees, loud, pathetic sobs that wracked through every part of my body and made my heart ache. The next day, Alex sent a large bouquet, one which I sent back. It seems like Alex genuinely thought I'd get married to him. At this point, the thought was starting to get me mad. My sister wasn't around the house after our last encounter; he disappeared from the house, and I knew she went straight to Alex. Backstabbing bunch. After I snipped my wedding outfits and burnt them, along with every gift Alex gave me, as soon as Alex found out, he flipped. It was nighttime when he arrived at my house, clearly fuming. The softness that was usually in his eyes was nowhere to be found, and that made a small shiver of fear engulf me. "You cannot back out of this wedding even if you went to, Rory." He snapped, and I squared my jaw. "I can." "Are you forgetting that your father gave you up to my father in exchange for his debt, but my dad decided to keep you for me instead. Even if you don't want this wedding anymore, you still need to get married to me. You cannot back out; you don't have a choice. Do you understand now? You're trapped with me whether you like it or not."