Wrong Path

Chapter 1 The One With The Big Day

    There he was, standing at the altar next to the priest. He was so devilishly handsome. All that scruff on his chin and cheeks. His angular face that I loved to plant kisses on. His beautiful light brown eyes that always radiated with felicity. And those dorky ears. I loved to make fun of him and call him Dumbo.

    My mother and father stood at my side. It had been hell getting them here. They were so reluctant and kept telling me how they wouldn't be able to live with themselves if they allowed their son to go to hell. But I had pleaded them, practically cried. They came and brought my brothers and sisters who were all very heterosexual with several kids.

    My palms were sweating like crazy. My knees were shaking as I walked up. I could tell Gabriel knew I was nervous.

    Once I was up at the altar, standing directly in front of my soon to be husband, I started to panic. Like, seriously panic. I suddenly felt like I was making the biggest mistake of my life. I couldn't marry Gabriel. I just couldn't. I was only 22. Who in their right mind got married that young?! I still had my life ahead of me. I couldn't get trapped right now. Not now.

    Our rings were on and Gabriel had already said, "I do." It was my turn. The pressure was on me. Everyone in the room was looking right at ME.

    "Luis?" the priest asked. "Do you?"

    "Uh..." I stammered. The crowd was getting nervous. I could feel everyone on the edge of their seats.

    "I'm sorry," I whispered, getting a huge gasp from the crowd. I turned to everyone in the chapel, more specifically my would have been in-laws. "I'm so sorry."

    Gabriel's mother was standing up in a mixture of rage and utter disbelief. She fainted and no one caught her. I walked off the stage from the side and headed to my dressing room, leaving everyone in complete chaos.

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    I had locked myself in there. I didn't allow anyone in besides my three groomsmen; Anthony, Alexander, and April. April was a woman, yeah, but she was definitely super butch.

    I had to let my sister in, too. She had threatened to "quebrar la pinche puerta."

    "¡Pinche pendejo!" She exclaimed for the third time. "Do you realize what you have done?! Mr and Mrs Vargas are so pissed! Do you know how much money they spent?!

   "I knew it," she sighed, her accent thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. "I told his stupehd ass years ago that he should have picked someone else... That all you were ever going to ever do was break his heart como pinche sin vergüenza también."

    "How are you helping?" April suddenly spoke out, standing to size her up. "Luis feels bad enough. I doubt he needs a constant nag to be nipping at his heels."

    Sonya seemed unfazed by her attempt to stick up for me. She made a condescending, mocking face at her and said, "Ay, gringa. Si sólo habrías dicho algo hace muchos años."

    I raised my eyebrow in indignation. But before I could say anything, someone was knocking at the door, calling for Sonya.

    Sonya rolled her eyes at the sound of her husband's voice.

    "Come here," she beckoned.

    "For what?!" I demanded, scoffing.

    "So I can give you a hug!" she snapped, holding her arms out to me.

     I rolled my eyes and huffed as I pushed myself off the seat to hug her.

    "You may have been the biggest pain in my ass since ninety-four, but you're still my little hermanito."