Sonny's Point of View
"CHAD!" I yelled, and I pushed Cornelius, as the bullet went off, the bullet instead of going into Chad's head, simply grazed the side of his arm, as Cornelius and I fell on the ground.
"Sonny, I'm fine... just go..." Chad said, rubbing his arm. I considered us lucky that it just grazed the sleeve of his shirt, and his arm was barely scratched.
"Chad? Sonny? Who on earth are you talking about? Isabella, you're coming with me," Cornelius said, getting up.
"NO, I am not, and I am most certainly NOT getting married to a scumbag like you!"
"You tell him, Sonny!" Chad yelled, and everyone stared at him.
"Do you want to get hurt, Oliver?" He threatened, holding up his hand which formerly held his gun.
"Where, where on earth is my gun?"
"It's right here," I said, in an icy cold voice, pointing the gun at Cornelius.
"Son- Isabella?" Chad exclaimed, dazed.
Cornelius just stood there, smirking. "You don't have the courage to shoot me, it's not in you, Isabella,"
I blushed, and felt weakened- I could never shoot, much less kill someone. I once felt bad for swatting a fly... stupid weak me. I hesitantly put the gun down.
"There, now, it's not so hard to be a good bride, now is it?" he asked, inching closer towards me, then forcefully kissing me on the lips. I shuddered at the touch, and bit down on his lip, making him jump back in surprise.
"let's go!" Chad yelled, grabbing my hand, and we ran, away from Cornelius and his gun.
We finally found a closet, and ran in, turning the lights off.
"Sonny? Hey, you okay?" Chad asked, he sounded genuinely concerned.
I shook my head, unable to speak. I was overwhelmed with everything that had happened today. He shook his head, smiling, and pulled me in for a hug.
I didn't want to cry again- crying had always been a last resort of mine- I always tried to see the bright side of things, stay happy, but what bright side was there to getting married on a ship destined to sink?
"Sonny, do you want to talk it out?"
I nodded, but when I tried to speak, all that came out was a sob, followed by a flood of more of my tears.
"Shh, shh... Sonny, it's fine,"
"No it's not! He's forcing me to marry him on Sunday..."
"Well, I don't know what to do about that," he said, still holding me.
"What? aren't you going to help me somehow sabotage the wedding or anything?"
"Sonny, I almost died today, if it weren't for you pushing Cornelius out of the way, that guy will kill me if he gets the chance... I can't risk it..."
"You can't risk it? What about me?"
"Sonny, I can't get involved- if I do, then he's going to kill me for sure... I've got too much to risk... a T.V. show, my movie, possibly a modeling career in the future," I pulled away from his embrace, in disbelief... his face looked serious, not like he was joking at all.
"Oh, so this is all about your ego, then, huh? So when you led me away from Cornelius after he kissed me, you were really only thinking of saving yourself!"
"Sonny..."
"Don't you 'Sonny' me. You've said enough already, okay?" I said, running out of the linen closet, and back to the cabin I shared with Emilie.
So, that's the end of the Channy fluff- sorry, I had to add some bumps, otherwise this story was turning out way too sappy... besides, there has to be bumps!
Just to let you know, this may be the last chapter until Monday... I usually only have time to update on weekdays, but I'll do my best and try to squeeze in another chapter or two this weekend :)
Please R&R... you know what to do!
Woo woo, peace out suckas!
-- Bhavana331
