Olivia's Survival

14: Leaving

Gabriel was getting ready to say something when the doorbell sounded. I walked over to open the door and it was Amber and another one of the bridesmaids. I walked to get my purse and informed Gabriel that we were going to get ready for the wedding. I could tell he was angry, but held his tongue.

At the salon, all the ladies laughed and talked while getting manicures and pedicures. I was sitting under the dryer, deep thoughts clouded my mind. I was thinking of my next move, where I would go, where I would work and more. What really was nagging me was the fact that I was the blame for all of this. That fact has me feeling down.

I was pulled from my thoughts when Samantha tapped my arm and asked me what happened last night. She saw the bruise on my face and I told her I'll tell her later when we were alone. She understood and changed the subject to the wedding. Her dress was delivered that morning and she couldn't keep her fingers off of it.

Our hair was magnificent. All the bridesmaids had a braided halo going around the middle of their hair and the back was hanging down in curls. Samantha's hair was up in a bun so her headpiece would fit. The makeup artist did an excellent job on my face, flawless. The makeup hid the bruise and natural looking that blended well with our dresses.

Back at the hotel, we took bridesmaids photos in our personalized robes and drinking wine. Diamonds was the jewelry selection and they complimented our dresses and matched our shoes. Once dressed, we helped Samantha into her dress. She looked truly amazing, like an angel.

Dressed and lined up, we received our flowers and headed to meet the groomsmen so we could walk out. Gabriel was my partner and I was nervous about seeing him. Turning the corner, I was stunned to see he looked handsome after a rough night. His hair was cut and slicked to the side, his tuxedo fit and showcased his muscular body, and his face was clean shaven. I was mesmerized.

"You look beautiful Olivia." Gabriel said hesitantly, like he was afraid of my reply.

"Thank you." I said and the wedding music began. I could tell Gabriel wanted to say more because he was looking at me the entire time and I was secretly starring at him. My feelings were jumbled up at the moment.

The wedding the beautiful. Powder Pink and Navy Blue was the wedding colors and everything blended well together. Samantha looked amazing and the look in her husband's eyes showed his unconditional love. The ceremony was so sweet, everyone had tears in their eyes. The reception was being held on a luxury yacht that could accommodate 150 people.

The wedding planner did a hell of a job of decorating the yacht and creating a dance floor. Everyone was gathered around, mingling and having hors d'oeuvres. Grilled vegetable bruschetta, cheese-topped guacamole and scallop ceviche with aguachile was served along with other options. The DJ made an announcement to present the married couple and everyone cheered.

After the first dance as a married couple, they thanked everyone for coming out. The maid of honor and best man said their speak and gave blessings to the happy couple. Gabriel stood up and started talking about his sister, their life together and wishing them a life full of happiness. He also captured the crowds attention when he presented them with a gift of $1 million dollars. Everyone cheered and started dancing.

I was sitting at the table when Gabriel walked up. "May I have this dance?" He asked with his hand out. I nodded and placed my hand inside of his.

Dancing to the slow song had tears in my eyes and I desperately tried to blink them away. I had to apologize for last night but couldn't find the right words to say. Dinner was getting ready to be served and I excused myself to go to the ladies room.

Walking out of the restroom, I saw the same the blonde-haired, blue-eyed handsome devil who gave me a lap dance last night was a waiter at the reception. He spoke to me and I tried to act like I didn't recognize him. He was persistent and we chatted for a minute or two. I apologized for my behavior. When Gabriel approached us, he was steaming. He held my waist in a vice grip and it felt like he was squeezing me. We said goodbye and Gabriel led me to the hallway.

Once we were out of earshot, Gabriel was yelling and cussing in my face. "A-fucking-gain Olivia?? You can't leave this man alone." He spat. I tried to calm him down and explain the conversation me and this man just had, but Gabriel was hotheaded and anger clouded his better judgement.

He stormed off and went back to the table. I sighed in defeat and followed him. Sitting down beside him, I was bout to dig into my food when he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I know you fucked him last night." I turned to look at him and his eyes were blazing.

"I did not." I replied and he pinched my thigh under the table, causing me to drop my fork on my plate.

"I fucking saw him dancing on you at that club and you were smiling like a damn fool." He said and I huffs loudly.

"This is not the time or the place to discuss this. Can you please drop it for now?" I replied and he looked at me like I've grown three heads.

"Once this boat is back at the dock, we're leaving" he said and walking to the other side of the boat, leaving me at the table to eat alone.

After the cutting of the cake, the happy couple was off to enjoy their honeymoon. We hugged and took lots of selfies for Instagram before throwing pink rose petals at them. Laughing hysterically, I made my way to the car with Gabriel and went back to the hotel.

The entire car ride was thick with tension and I could tell Gabriel was furious because his face was red and his chest was moving up and down rapidly. The driver opened the doors and we exited. Gabriel was walking fast and I had to jog to keep up. Inside the elevator, Gabriel loosened his tie and the first couple buttons of his shirt.

Nervous, I walked into the room and found Gabriel near the ensuite bar drinking a glass of whiskey with his back to me. I sat in the lounge chair, anticipating the argument that was sure to come. When he didn't say anything, I went inside the bedroom and found my luggage unpacked. "Thought you could leave me so easily after one fight?" He spoke from the door.

"I think it's best if I stayed with Amber tonight to give you time to cool off." I replied, turning to face him.

"Why, because my girlfriend can't keep her fucking legs closed." He said and laughed wickedly.

"How dare you, I haven't slept with any guy. I'm leaving because you put your fucking hands on me." I replied pissed and started gathering my things.

In the blink of an eye, Gabriel had me pinned against the wall with his hand around my throat. "Don't ever speak to me in that tone of voice when you're the one being a whore." He growled near my ear.

"I am not a fucking whore. I never slept with anyone besides you" I replied back and continued, "at the reception, I told that guy that I had a boyfriend. THAT WAS ALL"

Gabriel was still yelling and screaming in my face but I couldn't hear a word he was saying because I tuned him out. He released his grip on me and tears rolled down my cheeks and I sinked to the floor and cried.

Exhausted and all cried out, I walked into the bathroom to shower and take my mind off of everything. Letting the hot water cascade over my head, I thought about my relationship with Gabriel. Should I️ stay or should I go is the question that's rattling around in my head.

With my mind made up, I exited the bathroom and found Gabriel in his tuxedo laying across the bed with his back facing me. I started packing my suitcase and Gabriel jumped out of bed and charged towards me.

"You are not damn leaving me." He said. His eyes were bloodshot red and hair messy.

"We need some time apart to work on ourselves. The arguing is taking a toll on our relationship." I replied. Gabriel wasn't listening because everything I put in the suitcase, he pulled it out.

Giving up, I crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep with one thing on my mind. Leaving!

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