It wasn't supposed to be this way. I was never supposed to marry him, I was supposed to marry someone I loved, but I'm stuck with this psycho maniac that I'm afraid of. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, standing there in my beautiful white wedding dress. My hair was washed away of all my dandruff and I could see Giggles, my sister standing there in the back round. She smiled at me and I smiled back before looking at myself again. I took a deep breath and turned around facing Giggles.
"You look wonderful" She said and I smiled before looking down at my dress.
"I don't feel wonderful," I said and she smiled.
"You're just nervous. Are you ready? The ceremony will start soon, and you'll have yourself a husband" She said and smiled before exiting the room. I couldn't help but sit down and I realized I was making the biggest mistake I ever made, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was going to give up my body and my soul for my dream, but was it worth it? Was making my dream a reality really worth it? To give myself up would be like being caged, but you were trapped in your dream life, only for me it would include a vicious man who loved me, but I didn't feel the same back, and he didn't know it. Or at least I thought he didn't. I sat down and felt a tear roll down my cheek, and I wiped it away. No! Not now! I can't breakdown on my wedding day! No, his weeding day, I don't even love him! What do I do? I couldn't help but cry harder and my make-up smudged. I heard a knock on the door and my dad opened it.
"Honey, are you ready?" He asked but I looked at him and he rushed over to me.
"Daddy!" I cried. "I'm not ready! I can't be married! I'm only 20!" I cried and he rubbed my back.
"Oh, honey don't cry. I'll get Flippy" He said and ran out.
"NO!" I screamed but he ignored me. I locked the door and started to panic. What if he changed his mind? I'll be stuck in Germany forever! But more importantly what if he thinks I stood him up at the altar and realizes I don't love him! My breathing became hitched and uneven, I was having a panic attack. I held my breath when I heard a gentle tap on the door and ran to the other side of the room, sinking to the floor with fear.
"Flaky?" He asked and I began to cry even harder. I can't do this! I can't give myself up for my dream! Not for him! Oh if I get married to him I'll have to live with him, and he'll want kids and I'm not ready and-and…I'LL HAVE TO HAVE SEX WITH HIM! I began to cry harder and harder until his voice flooded my ears.
"Flaky if you're worried about us I we can get a divorce in a year or two" He said.
"But I don't want a divorce. I just don't want to get married now!" I said and he sighed.
"Fla-" He said but I stopped him.
"Just think of all the things we'll have to go through! I want children, but I'm not ready for sex! Not with you or anyone right now! And-and-and I-I is not ready for this marriage!" I cried and he stood there, outside my door.
"Up to this point Flaky, I'm not either" He said.
"What?" I asked astonished, Flippy was ALWAYS ready. He never was unprepared, even in his fits of rage. I half-expected him to start to have a fit any minute now, or to start out laughing, but he didn't. He was serious.
"I'm only 21, and I know how you feel Flaky. I'm not ready either, but I want you to be happy, and live your dream. So I'll sacrifice myself for you and your dream. We don't even have to see each other," He said happily.
"R-Really?" I asked astonished as could be.
"It's not like I would want to anyways" He remarked and I frowned. I hated this part of him, this mean selfish part which wanted nothing to do with me.
"Thanks" I said flatly, but it had some truth to it at least. I was grateful he was marring me just so I could live my dream and be happy.
"Thank you Flippy" I said and got up. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it, peering at him as he fixed his tux. I smiled and stepped out of the shadows for him to see, his breath caught by me.
"Y-You look beautiful" He said and I blushed.
"Thank you. We shouldn't keep the guests waiting" I said and took his hand. We walked down the aisle and everyone rose as I passed them with Flippy. We got to the altar and I looked into Flippy's eyes. They were full of hate and despair, but also a hint of hope. I looked at his nose, a quick solution to trick him into believing I looked him in the eye when I wasn't. I smiled and he smiled back, his white teeth barley showing in his smile behind his soft lips. Soon Flippy spoke and I looked at him as he said the two words that sealed both out fates.
"I do"
"And do you Flaky take Flippy to be your husband?" The priest asked. I cleared my throat and looked at Flippy. If I said yes this guy would be my husband, the man I was tied to for the rest of my life. I didn't want that, but he did, or he convincingly did. I had no choice, and I knew once I said those words I would be trapped, but I guess I already am.
"I do" He smiled and took my hands. He leaned in and our lips connected. It felt just like the day we were stuck in this situation. I was making a vase from clay for one of my clients as an art designer. I made sculptures, paintings, and I did pottery. I heard the echo of the phone ring through out the almost empty room and I stopped my clay shaping. I walked over to the rust covered metal sink and turned on the faucet, getting brownish, red clay on it. I rubbed my hands together with soap quickly before turning the faucet off and running to get the phone.
"Hello?" I asked just in time before my voice mail came on.
"Yes, is this Flaky Tillis?" Someone asked.
"Yes it is," I said happily.
"It's Conney Dills from Conney and Fen architecture and I would like to say I am very impressed with your art work," She said.
"Oh my thank you very much" I said flattered. Conney and Fen were the biggest art company in New York City and they were calling me! I couldn't believe it!
"I would like to take a look at some sampled if I may. I might want to offer you out service" She said and I would have jumped for joy if I wasn't on the phone.
"Oh! Of course you may come! I am working on a few new pieces now actually" I said.
"Great, I'll be down in about a week. How about Thursday?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'll be able to get it done by then defiantly" I said and hung up ecstatic. That's how it all started. That one phone call.
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