guns and roses

where are we?

TW: mentions SA/attempted kidnapping

"so he really won't tell you where you're going?"
i shake my head no. my fathers question stirred inside me. maybe alex is gonna take me to a remote island and murder me and then tell everyone i fell off a cliff or something.
i shake the thought out of my head, alex wouldn't do something like that. if he wanted to kill me he'd just to it.
"i love you papi but i need to get out of this dress...right now"
my father nodded and gave me a rib crushing hug. "your ceremony was beautiful mija"
"thank you papi" i kissed his cheek and  reluctantly said my goodbyes to my brother. i never got to see him. did it suck? yes. but i also know he's taking care of himself based on the weight he's put on from the last time i saw him. he's healthy and that's all i care about.
i ushered my father and brother out of the bridal sweet and got changed into a black pair of ripped jeans, a pair of heeled leather boots and a cropped black sweater.
the sweater softly brushed against my tanned stomach..
making my way out of the room im met with a gorgeous alex outside of my room
"hello Mrs. Kane"
"hello Mr. Kane" i slightly smiled
"your bags are packed and in the car...are you ready to go?"
"i think so...are you really not gonna tell me where we're going??"
"nope. it's a surprise" he smirks, taking his bottom lip between his perfect teeth
"will you at least tell me if we're going out of the country?"
"no, shut up and enjoy the trip princess"
i clamped my jaw shut and followed him to the car.
he's definitely going to murder me.
when we make it out of the wedding venue it's nearly dark and the sun is setting.
the sky is painted with beautiful yellow and orange-red colors surrounding the sun and it's beautiful rays.
even though it's cold out, the sun warms my tan skin.
i really hope we're going somewhere warm for our honeymoon.
alex opens my car door and helps me inside, walking around the side of the car he slides in
"are you ready princess?"
i nod eagerly
"let's get this show on the road"
a deep yet soft chuckle travels up his throat
3 hours into the car ride we arrive at a landing strip, it's now 9 pm and i'm exhausted. who knew getting married was so tiring.
alex exits the car and opens my door.
i realized i don't know when the last time i opened my own car door was.
i glance down at the ring on my finger
there was an engraving in the side. i pried the ring off my finger to get a better look.
in a beautiful cursive writing the words
"even in death" had been engraved in my ring.
i caught alex's eyes on mine and glanced up at him
"even in death? why?" i said curious

"because even when we die i will follow you into our next lifetime. you will always be with me. even in death"
he said it with no emotion, showing me how serious he was.
"i would expect nothing less of you alex"
"let's go. the jet is waiting" he said with a small tone of excitement in his voice
we leave the car and walk up the stairs entering the jet.
as we take our seats the flight attendant brings me 2 flutes of champagne and alex a glass of whiskey.
we sit and talk about the stupid things in life, our past, our future, the things we want.
"what was your first kill like" alex questioned me.
"rough. i was 12"
alex had his full attention placed on my face. he was eager to hear more.
"i was walking alone one night. which admittedly was stupid on my part. i ditched my body guards. i just wanted to be alone...it was summer time.
i was never worried about walking alone because even at the young age of 12 i knew how to protect myself. i've been training since i was 7."
my breath hitches in my throat. i told myself i'd never tell anyone this story. i was ashamed, and i should have never ditched my body guards.
i exhaled the breath shakily.
alex places his hand gently on my shoulder
"you don't have to tell me it's okay"
i shake my head softly
"no. i want to. it will give you an insight on me that not many people know"
i inhale one more shaky breath
"anyway...i was walking alone. and my fathers one rule while growing up was to never go anywhere without some kind of weapon. pepper spray and a taser won't do shit so i never took one. always knives or a gun. this time i had my throwing knives. this guy came out of who knows where and tried to grab me, mostly what i remember is him touching me in places no 12 year old should be touched.
i was terrified. shaking so hard i almost dropped my knife. i panicked and i stabbed him in the throat. blood sprayed everywhere. when i went home that night i couldn't get the blood out of my hair, it took hours. i sat in the shower and cried. i never wanted to leave my house after that, but my father insisted i train more.
it would have been worse if i didn't have my weapons. so that's what did. and from that time on i got the name of la femme diablo"
alex didn't say anything. he just looked at me with a sort of pain in his eyes. a very familiar feeling hung in my stomach.
"first of all. no one should have to go through that. but your safe now and i'll die before i let someone touch you."
the smile i gave didn't quite touch my eyes but it was enough for him to know i was thankful.
"i've been through a lot alex. more than what an average female should have to. to some they would say im broken. but i call myself remade. i made myself into the woman i am. and i refuse to change for anyone. i'd rather die."
he nodded understandingly and my stomach warmed. the familiar feeling was gone.
i laid my head on his shoulder and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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hey guys and girls!
so sorry i haven't written in a while. there's been so much going on and i've been so stressed i haven't even bothered to open a computer to write. but i promised i would stick with it so here i am.
there may be a few days in between chapters but i promise im trying my best.
i love you all!