The Wrong Bride

Chapter 27

Seconds passed and she just stared at me, her expression pained and confused.

"No you can't. Viv, we can change this. He just needs to know I swear things will be okay. Please don't go." She covered her hands over ours and gave them a squeeze. "Please?"

Seeing Camilla cry punched a hole through my chest. As if finding out the letters were mine didn't break me enough, the look on her face completely shattered me. I couldn't stay anymore. The longer I was around her, the urge to give in to her 'plan' slowly got stronger. I forcefully pulled my hands away from her grip and shook my head.

"No, I'm sorry. I need to go."

"Viv, please wait-"

I brushed past her and darted out the door without looking back. The last thing I heard was her calling for me. It sounded more like a plea and it didn't help with the throbbing heart ache. I cluchted onto my gown and ran. God I hated Hannah. I've never hated anyone ever in my life as much as hated her. She took away the one person who made me feel like I was worth something away from me. She took away the one person I truly loved and I fucking helped her.

I ran past the crowd, bumping onto some of them with my shoulders and causing a few drinks to be spilt. But I didn't care, nothing mattered anymore. With swollen, blurred eyes I pushed more bodies away with mine and after what seemed like forever, I finally made it out into the grass field.

It took everything in me to not drop to my knees and put on a public display of grief. Although I wanted to badly. I just kept running, occasionally wiping my eyes with my shaky fingers. I needed a good cry. The ones where you just let it all out like a broken dam, not holding a single emotion back in. Where you end up screaming into pillows or punching walls or pulling your hair. When your stomach feels like you just did a hundred and fifty sit-ups because you've been crying that hard or when your chest feels like it's about to cave in. And once it's all over, you just find yourself staring blankly into space, feeling your tears stick to your eyelashes. Your heart would feel light and your mind would feel heavy but all you'd feel is numb. God, I needed one so badly.

A few heads turned as I ran past them and one or two guests came towards me, asking me if I was alright but I didn't stop, I ignored them. I needed to get the hell away from there. I hurriedly waved my hands out for an oncoming taxi.

"36 Nyxton Gardens, please." My throat felt clogged. I slammed the door shut and sat back in the seat, taking a deep breath through my mouth.

I closed my eyes briefly and opened them again to catch him staring at me. He looked about thirty. He eyed me from head to toe with his large grey eyes and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Could you hurry up?" I shouted.

He turned around and smirked at me through the rearview mirror as he turned on the meter and pulled into traffic, heading downtown. He drove silently for a few minutes while I silently cried in my hands.

"Found out the groom was gay?"

I looked up and got a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Good lord, I looked like I could be a member of KISS. I darted my red eyes to him.

"What?"

"I just dropped off a runaway two days ago at the airport. Claimed her fiancé's gay." He scoffed. "Get this, his boyfriend broke up the wedding...oh man." He chuckled and shook his head. "That's pretty messed up, huh?"

He actually thought I was the-Oh god. I cluchted the life out of the seat. I didn't know what would be better, if I strangled him or myself.

"So, what's your story?"