Chapter 24

I gaped at our wedding intruder. He was wearing a white t-shirt and dark jeans. His hair was a little shorter than the last time I saw him. And did I mention he's got his ginger hair again? The pastor silently left Jim, David and I with the newcomer. I couldn't believe it. The last time I saw him, he was most probably dead. Jim took my hand in his and squeezed it lightly. That brought me to my senses.

"Sherrinford." My voice came out as a whisper.

He broke into a grin. "The last time I saw you, you were totally hating Jim. And now you're marrying him." I couldn't help but smile at that. "Come here, my dear sister!"

I grinned and ran towards him, my skirt bunched up in a fist to keep myself from tripping. He held his arms wide for a hug. I crashed into him, hugging as tightly as I could. He hugged me back, resting his chin on my head. I guess that's how taller people hug shorter people. I burrowed my face in his chest, breathing in his scent. He smelt of the sea, surprisingly. Then again, he was in the sea while trying to rescue me...

He pulled away, taking all of me in. "Hold on." His eyebrows furrowed adorably. "There's something missing." He bit his lip. "You're skinny."

"Why? Did you prefer me fat?" I tried to joke, knowing what he was about to ask.

"No, it's just that...aren't pregnant people supposed to be..." I raised an eyebrow, although I knew what was on his mind. "You know, bloated and fat?"

"I had a miscarriage." I whispered softly. If I said it out loud, maybe then the whole reality of it would come crashing down. I know, I was foolishly holding on to a stupid belief. I saw Jim and David leaving the two of us in the empty church.

"I'm so sorry." He said, pulling me back into a hug. I felt the tears prickling, and I knew I was going to cry if I wasn't careful of keeping my emotions in check.

"It's okay, I'm fine now. But enough about me. What about you? Where were you for two and a half months?" I pulled away.

"Oh, let's see, other than bleeding from a wound on my side? I was carried away by the waves and then I woke up to see these pirates towering over me..."

"Sherrinford!" I smacked his arm. "Not another joke. Be serious, this is your life we're talking about!"

He raised both hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright. Sit down, shall we?" He pulled me to sit. I had forgotten how terrible it is to sit next to him. He would sit like a whore, his legs spread, two miles between each leg (slight exaggeration there). I would be squished if I sat next to him in a crowded place.

We faced each other, him putting my hands in his. "Sherry, when you jumped, I thought a part of me had died. I didn't want my little sister to die because of love. So when I jumped in, I had a mission. I had to save you, even if it meant risking my own life. Then I saw you by the rocky side, and I tried to get to you, weaving through jagged rocks, calling out your name. Then...I'm not sure what happened, I think a jagged piece of rock found its way to my side, see," He pulled up his shirt to reveal a still healing scar, about three inches long. Absentmindedly, I traced my finger lightly against the scar. It was my fault that he had suffered. He winced slightly, but he tried to cover it up.

"I'm so sorry, Sherrinford." I whispered.

Sherrinford gave me a small smile. "It wasn't your fault."

"How is it not my fault?!" I cried out. "I was the one that jumped, not anyone else! I was the one stupid enough to fall in love with a psychopath!" I sniffed. I hated myself for doing this to Sherrinford. If only he wasn't so reckless and brave!

"Hey. Look at me. Sherry, look at me." He said sternly. I reluctantly faced him. "It wasn't your fault. I was the one that jumped in to save you. I was the one that wanted to help you, because I knew you couldn't swim that good." Yeah, I sucked at swimming properly. Sure, I could do the basic stuff, but I couldn't swim to save my life. "So, no, Sherry, it was definitely not your fault, regardless of what stupid thing you knew you were doing."

I let out a bark of laughter. "Sherrinford, why do you have to be so noble?" I grinned.

"Why do you have to be my little sister?" He smirked.

"Because I am...?"

"Yes, and that's why I'm so noble. Because I am. You can't question my noble self."

"Oh, yeah, I can't question you, basically." And then a thought struck me. "You didn't finish your story."

"Oh, right. Basically, I was unconscious, drifting off into the deep blue sea." I bit back a laugh when he said 'deep blue sea'. It was an inside joke of ours. "When I woke up, I was in this small little cabin by the sea. This woman, she helped me heal."

"Where was the cabin?" I asked him.

"Somewhere in Southern England." What?! "Yeah, I know, it's really weird for me to just drift off all the way there. But Mrs Cooper, that's the nice woman that helped me, she said that she was a nurse when she was younger. She was sixty years old, and she really was a lifesaver." Sherrinford smiled.

"Does Molly know you're here?" I blurted out.

Sherrinford looked at his shoes. "No..."

"Alright, c'mon, we're paying her a visit!" I pulled him up, much to his protests. I called for David to drive us to Molly's. Jim however, was nowhere to be seen. Probably eating our wedding cake at home.

I knocked on Molly's door. I knew I looked ridiculous, what with my wedding dress and all. Sherrinford stood next to me, being careful not to be seen if Molly opens the door. Molly did open the door, after my rapid knocking. She saw me and was about to slam the door on me when Sherrinford said, "Molly.", like a whisper. Sherrinford moved to look at her properly. Her eyes widened and she closed the door. I could tell she was leaning against the door, trying to process everything.

Then she opened the door a crack. "Is that really you, Sherrinford?" Her voice barely a whisper.

"Last time I checked, yeah." He gave her a small smile. Molly opened the door a little bigger and pulled me inside, my yelping in surprise. She closed the door behind me.

"How is he here?! And what on earth are you wearing?" Molly hissed at me.

"He crashed my wedding."

"You got married? To Jim?" I nodded. "Well congratulations. And um...where's the baby? It's not due yet, right?"

"Thank you. And I uh…I had a miscarriage."

"I'm so sorry!" Her eyes wide. She enveloped me in a hug. "Was that why you called me a month ago?"

"Haha, yeah. But I didn't blame you for ignoring my call. You were still upset."

"Yes, but I would've wanted to know about your baby!"

"You didn't really give me a chance to tell you." And then I realized Sherrinford was still outside. "I'll leave you and Sherrinford together now. I better get home. Jim and I have important business to do."

"Stay safe, Sherry." I opened the door, relieved to see that Sherrinford didn't run off. "You better do some make up sex with Molly because she deserved it." I told him.

He blushed a bright red. Whoa. My brother actually blushed?! I knew it! I knew he had make up sex in mind! I said goodbye to him and then went into the car. I needed to get home. I have a wedding day to finish.

I stood awkwardly at her doorway. Molly stared at me, not knowing what to say. "Can I...Can I come in?" I gestured to her.

"Oh! Right, of course." She moved aside to let me in. I entered her small flat. It looked the same. I looked at her. She was so small, a petite girl with a big heart. Her hair was loose, a feature I haven't seen in a long time. She was wearing one of my old shirts and shorts underneath. It took me all I had to not have her right then and there.

"Sherrinford." She said, her voice barely audible. In fact, it sounded more like a moan.

"Molly." I said, matching her tone. She finally brought her eyes to me. Her eyes had a glint that I was sure meant that she wants it too.

I took two steps, now standing right in front of her. She backed a little, her back hitting the door. I kissed her roughly, my palms slammed open against the door, trapping her in my cage. Her hands were against my chest, exploring me. I needed her then, and I was impatient. She slipped her hands underneath my shirt and slowly took my shirt off. It agonized me, this slow paced tease that she does. I groaned and took off my shirt, my lips not leaving hers. She smiled against me. I pulled away. My voice husky and harsh, I said, "Do you know how much I want you? How much I need you?"

"Shut up and kiss me." And so I did. I kissed her with even more passion, my tongue slipping between her lips. I managed to take off her shirt and her shorts, leaving her in only her underwear. Her hands found its way to the zip of my jeans. She slowly unzipped me, doing that agonizingly slow tease again. She really knew how to push my buttons. She eased my jeans off, landing in a pool around my ankles. I kicked it away before attacking Molly again.

I grind myself against her, earning a soft moan from her. Oh god, even her moans could make me shudder with pleasure. Does she know what she does to me? I took off her bra and her panties. She was beautiful. She really was, and it made me feel so lucky to be the only one that knew how she really was underneath all that plain clothing and shy demeanor. She slid my boxer shorts off, leaving me free. It took a lot of me to not plunge myself inside her just yet. She was shocked at my size.

"That's what you do to me, Molly." I told her, just before I slammed hard into her. She gasped in surprise at my sudden move. But then of course, she was always surprised. She never got used to me. And I never got used to her beauty. And I hope I never will, as she is an exquisite creature.

And the words of Henry V came to me. 'But if be it a sin to covet honour, then I am the most offending soul alive.'

"Jim?" I called out to the seemingly empty house. "Jim, where are you?" I looked into the kitchen. Not here. I went upstairs, into my room, his study. Not there either. Then I went into his room. There he was, on the balcony. His back was to me. "Jim?"

He didn't look at me. He ignored me completely. He was silent. "How's your dear brother Sherrinford?" He asked in a cold voice.

"He's…He's fine and very much alive, Jim. I'm sure you have eyes that can see clearly." I'm not sure what angle is he playing at. His mind is so calculative, so complex, that I could not even begin to deduce his thoughts.

"Is he good?"

"In what way?" I asked, confused. Good in what? Cooking? Shooting? Swimming?

"In bed."

"What?!" I exclaimed. What the hell is he thinking?! "If you're thinking of going at him, then I swear-"

"Oh it's not me I'm thinking about for him."

And then I realized what he was implying. And a very stupid doubt, I'm sure. "Oh god, Jim, I am not one for incest!" I yelled at him. He finally turned to look at me in the eye, like a fucking man he should be. "Me, and Sherrinford?! Are you out of your fucking mind?! He's my fucking brother! How could you think of such terrible things?!"

"You're married to me, not to him! He doesn't own you!"

"Oh, what, and you do? You don't own me, James. You can't make me your fucking pet! I'm not your little toy you play with and toss away when you're bored of me!" I spat at him, fully angered by his words. Who does he think he is?! And who does he think I am?! A fucking luggage with his name stamped on it?!

"I wasn't-"

"Jim, did you really think I would fucking have sex with my own brother?!" I questioned.

"It crossed my mind." He said simply.

"You're crazy."

"Took you long enough."

"Sherrinford and I are not going behind you and Molly to have fucking sex, okay. Because for one, that is disgusting! I would never do that to him, or Molly, or to you, for fuck's sake! You're out of your fucking mind if you actually thought I would commit incest! It's fucking disgusting!"

"Well then why did you ran off with him on our fucking wedding day?!" He roared. "You fucking married me, and then you'd run off with him to the sunset like fucking lovers!"

"Is that what this is about?! You being jealous that I'm close to my fucking brother?! Well excuse me, but I think I deserve some time with family, don't you think?"

"I-I'm not jealous!" He said the last word like it was poison.

"Yes you are! You're being such a drama queen! You think this is funny? We'll see how funny it is when I get rid of this ring!" I threatened him as he grinned. The sinister kind of grin, the low rumble, like thunder before a storm.

"You're not really leaving me." He said. "You wouldn't."

"Yeah? Try me, motherfucker." I slipped the ring off, throwing it to the ground. I stormed out of the room, feeling uber pissed off at him. What the fuck is wrong with him?!

I felt a cold hand grab my wrist, and I tried to yank my hand away, but of course, he was too strong. He pulled me roughly towards him. I reluctantly looked at him, my blood still boiling. "If this is marriage, then I don't want to get married."

"Good, then we'll do the divorce paperwork tomorrow." I snarled. Sassy me at my best. Ha fucking ha.

"I'm willing if it meant I would have you." His voice dangerously low.

"Joke's on you, you haven't got me."

"No, the joke is on you, you're the one who's got AROUSED written all over your face." What?

He pulled me roughly to the big mirror we had on the wall. "Look at you. You're so fucking turned on by the danger. You want this. You want all this danger, the thrill, the adrenaline pumping in your veins. You want me, and you're so afraid to, that you'd do anything to push me away, but in reality, I've got you wrapped around my finger."

My eyes widened as I realized the truth in his words. He's right. It's like he's got this spell on me. I fought so hard to not become his little pet, but I didn't realize that he already had me as his pet. His toy to play with when he's bored. And the worst thing is,

I want to be his little pet, his toy. I want him to rule me, to make me bow down to him. I want him to make me kneel before him, as my King.

And I'm afraid I already have. I'm too tangled in his spider web, too stuck to escape.

And I liked it.