The day had finally come. After all these years, after all we've been through, the day was finally here.
I start my walk down the isle, my step father at my side, a warm encouraging smile on his features. I see all my friends and family have filled up the church pews, everyone looks happy. Happy for us.
And there he is, the man of my dreams. The love of my life. I never thought it was possible for me. But here I am.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang and a lot of screaming, everyone started to leave. My dress, my beautiful white dress, starts to turn red with blood. My bouquet of white tulips and roses, are drenched in thick blood. The pettles fall away until I'm no longer holding a bouquet, but a gun.
I scream, I try to throw it away, try to run, but I can't even move.
"Murderer!" I look up to see him, his face full of horror.
I look down to see a dead body, with the gun aimed at it.
"Murderer!" He cries again. "I can never love a murderer!"
"No!" I sobbed. "Don't hate me, please."
"You're a murderer and need to be put behind bars." He boomed, and suddenly I was caged by thick metal bars.
Slowly, he started to make his way down the isle until he was stood in front of me.
"Please don't do this. You don't understand. She needed to die, they all need to die. I'm good, I'm a good person. Please don't hate me for this. I... I... I love you. With all my heart and soul, I love you..." I begged, trying to reach for him.
He made no effort to take my hand, instead, brought his face closer to mine, almost close enough to kiss me. "I. Hate. You."
The words were like a dagger through my heart. I couldn't feel, couldn't breathe, couldn't move. He was walking away, he was leaving me here.
"No. NO DON'T GO. YOU CAN'T GO YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE. I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOUUUUUU!!!"....
Ama shot up from her sleep, breathing heavily and clutching onto her sheets. She was shaking violently and could hear the violent beats of her heart in her ears.
"It was a dream." She whispered. "It was just a dream."
She shakily tumbled out of bed and trodded to the bathroom. It could only have been two in the morning, judging by how dark it was. She splashed cold water on her face to cool her burning skin.
There was no way Ama was going to be able to sleep in her room again, and she didn't want to spend another night on the sofa. There was only one thing for it.
Had she been younger and was with her parents, she would grab the massive stuffed unicorn Marcus bought her the first time they met, and she'd crawl into bed with them and Bethany.
But she was 'too old' for that and her parents were in France. So Ama made her way, Cubecky the unicorn under her arm, to her brothers room. She hesitated a little before opening the door.
Richie was sprawled across his bed, snoring softly, the sheets dangerously low. There wasn't anything about Richie that Ama hadn't seen before, and as handsome as her brother was, that's all she saw him as. Her tall, loud mouthed older brother, though the was childish at times.
He started to stir blinking as he turned to face the door. He closed his eyes once more before they shot back open.
"Ahhh!" He cried out. This caused Ama to let out a surprised yelp at his reaction.
"Good god Lukama Jenkins you scared the fuck out of me. Girl why gotta do that for." He exclaimed.
"Can I sleep with you, for the rest of the night? I... I had a nightmare." Ama mumbled into Cubecky's fur.
"Why me though?" He grumbled.
"Phoebe's spending the night with Frank to fix their relationship." She choked, jealousy rising in her stomach. If only it was that simple with Graham.
"And your coming with Cubecky too. Ama your a grown ass woman."
"Richie!" She whined, tears brimming in her eyes.
He let out a heavy sigh. "Come on then you big baby."
Ama wasted no time in crawling under the sheets and snuggling close to her brother.
"He'll come around Ama, don't fret it." Richie soothed, stroking her hair.
"But what what if he doesn't."
"I won't let that happen, I know how much you feel for him. I'll do everything in my power for this to work out. He is the best thing that has ever happened to you, and I won't let any of you screw it up."
Graham could feel his eyes burning from his refusal to close them. As much as he needed to sleep, the fear of closing his eyes and seeing her was too much.
The worst of all was that he was craving her. Her company, her presence, her sex...
He shot out of bed and headed straight to the shower. It was clear as day that he was horny. But the strange thing about his predicament, was that he has the image a Ama wielding a gun pasted in his mind.
He didn't know what it was, but knowing that she had killed, that she had the power to do so without conviction; not to mention the scars decorating her body. All these qualities, painted the image of a badass woman in Graham's mind.
Ama now seemed to be more appealing by the minute. He could just picture her: strong willed, no bullshit, blue eyes blazing with passion and fury.
He wanted her, needed her. But logic soon took over, and Graham had to steel himself from his sinful wanting.
"It would never work out." He muttered to himself. But acknowledging that wouldn't help the hard on in his boxers. He needed release.
Suddenly, there was loud banging at the door.
"Juaquin open the door!" Came a female voice, "I swear if you leave me out here I'll bust this door then I'll bust yo head!"
Graham opened the door to see tallish blonde Latina wearing a red tube dress. It was clear to see she had been clubbing and that she was drunk.
"Now why on earth would you need to do that for?" Graham asked, leaning against the door frame.
"And who are you, not one of Juaquin's Goonies. I told him I'm done with the whole thing. I can find my own guys to fuck." She cried, busting into his apartment.
The girl looked around for a while before turning to face the door. "This is not Juaquin's apartment."
"Who's Juaquin?" Graham asked. "Your not talking about the kid with the flame tattoo on his head that lives in one of the apartments below? Are you?"
"Shit," The girl exclaimed. "I must've missed my stop. I'm so sorry Mr..."
"Graham. The names Graham. And you are?"
"Liliana Rodriguez. Juaquin is my friend. Well, most of the time." She mumbled, staring at the floor.
"Well, Liliana Rodriguez, how would you like to spend the night with me? You look like you need to releave some stress."
"Really! I mean no. I mean your super hot but... Oh fuck it." She said, pouncing on Graham.
It was going to be a mistake, and he knew it. But then it would be a bigger mistake to go running back to Ama.
Liliana stalked into her apartment to see Juaquin, wide awake and facing the floor to ceiling windows.
"Where were you last night." He demanded.
"Some guy invited me home."
"That's a lie. Now tell me where you were."
"I'm not lying Juaquin! I got drunk and missed the elevator stop, I accidentally ran into the guy who lives in the apartment above and he invited me in." She babbled.
"Did you sleep with him?" He asked, still facing the window.
"Well you see... Um..."
"Yes or no Liliana, did you sleep with him."
"Yes." She squeaked.
Juaquin let out a heavy sigh. "I knew I should've taken last night's shift. Do I really need to baby you that much Liliana?"
"What are you talking about."
"Did you know there is only one person who lives upstairs. And he owns this block. Not to mention, he has connections with my boss. I've told you not to go fucking around for a reason. And if you do, bring them here."
"Well how am I supposed to know! You never tell me anything about work. Always talking about this big boss, and how you owe your life to the work you do. Always with that typical bullshit. I work too you know, and my boss is an ugly fifty year old stick of a woman who has terrible make-up. And..."
"Liliana, calm down. Look I'm going to have to tell my boss about this."
"What! Why!" She fumed.
"You may not know it, but we work for the same person. How do you think I got you your job in the first place."
"You work for Olga?" Liliana snorted.
"I'm talking about the big boss. It's about time I told you the truth."