I vow to be faithful, forever and ever until the world ends in flames or maybe with just a little tiny vial; the words came ba

I vow to be faithful, forever and ever until the world ends in flames or maybe with just a little tiny vial; the words came back flashing inside of my already crowded brain, as he came back into my life like a steam-roller taking out everyone in his path.

"Adam."

"Now, that's no way to meet your husband, my blushing young bride, now is it?"

The word husband sank to the deepest part of my mind (damaged and caged of course) bringing up a memory with blurred blue edges and a silly teenager and a man that always used words that people wanted to hear.

A wedding all decked out in white (or is just gray?) I do, I do (oh god what did I just do?) comes off our lips like a parrots with little to no brains, the flowers surrounding us (or is it walls of a cell that seems too familiar?) as I follow this man into hell and marriage.

"I'm not your little wife and I never will be. Don't you have enough wives, Adam, what is it now ten?"

"Eleven and counting. Well, my little wife all of the other ones have passed on and you're the only one that doesn't want to be my wife but sadly (for you) you really don't have a choice."

"And why is that my husband-dear?"

"I don't believe in divorce."

"Very tricky, Adam, but my kind of divorce doesn't come with a sheet of paper and a ink pen, nope it comes with me blowing your pretty little British head off, is that clear enough, husband?"

That taunting smirk of his filled his cheeks (that were sore from screaming, carp, at the lid of a nice little coffin) and his hands (that should be broken and twisted from digging his way out) fell on mine along with his greedy lips.

"I'll see you soon, little wife (and those sparkly soft as kittens fur hands of yours, that I'm dying to take a bite out of) I have some business in Texas to clean up, but it won't take too long, dear. When I get home, you'll be here; our cozy little Japanese house and that's where you'll stay. I don't have to track you down, now do I? Good-Bye, my little wife, my eleventh bride."

That smug smile still was out stretched on his cheeks as he left me speechless and silently laughing inside at the randomness of it all and the fact I was going to stay and be a good little wife.