Chapter 31: Kisses
I couldn't believe that it was already Dinah and Oliver's wedding day. The time between the beginning of devil Bridezilla and the wedding seemed short. Roy and I had ignored each other almost all week, and our little ignoring fight wasn't over. We had promised Dinah that we wouln't fight at her wedding. So far, it seemed easier than I thought.
Roy, of course, was still in the room upstairs with the rest of the men, one of them being Oliver, and I got stuck with entertaining some of the guests. The whole talking to people made me feel paranoid. Everything about it made me restless.
Since Oliver and Dinah's whole announcement about me living with them, I've been on and off. Some nights I could slightly sleep, other nights my fingers wouldn't stop clutching the loaded pistol I had hid underneath my pillow. The scarcity of crimes and villian attacks knocked me off a little too. The team hadn't had a mission in over two weeks. The Justice League hadn't had one in more than five days.
I felt weak and vulnerable as I listened to Dinah's uncle talk about her crazy adventures. It wasn't that he could see right through me, in fact he seemed a little blind by the way he kept on knocking things over. But the fact that the only weapon on me was the small pocket knife in my bra and my skirt being way too tight to hold a concealed weapon made me freak.
My fingers felt tingly and my body felt numb. It was like I was going to have a crazy panic attack. But soon enough I was released from Dinah's uncle's attention and was able to slip away. I felt the need to go check up on everyone, so I went upstairs to check on Dinah first.
I knocked on the door and heard shouting.
"Who is it?" A young, high-pitched voice practically screamed. I cringed. I couldn't stand her voice. The very essence of it repulsed me. But if I said that out loud Dinah would have surely had my head.
"Sarah. Just checking up on everyone. Everything alright?" Honestly, I really didn't care about the bridesmaids or what not. The only person in that room that I was slightly worried about was Dinah. I mean after all, I owed her my life, even though she practically screwed up my chances of living once she announced the whole "Sarah fiasco."
The door opened and a dark haired woman appeared. She was small and slender, her height around five-two. She grabbed my arm and pulled my inside quickly, doing a double-take on the hall I had just come from. Her force was exceeding, and I was clearly surprised by how strong she was for such a small thing.
I looked around the room at the rest of the women. Their pink dresses killed me inside. Ugly, I thought. But then my eyes hit Dinah. She looked so different from the last week I had seen her.
The dark circles under her eyes were gone, her bright eyes were energized and beautiful. Her body was back to normal and she looked gorgeous. The dress fit her statue perfectly. Slightly modest, but beautiful. Thin white straps, see-through lace cover on the shoulders and bodice. It was beautiful. And it was totally for her.
"Wow..." That was the only thing I could mutter. I wasn't into girly stuff like most women, but my eye for beauty came naturally. I wasn't good with clothes or picking out the perfect shade of makeup, but I could always seem to identify the power of natural beauty in the women around me. And Dinah...she looked amazing.
"Does it look okay?" She said, doubting herself when I became silent. I laughed and I could feel the stress in her decrease.
"You've gotta be kidding me. Anyone who doesn't say that you look magnificintly gorgeous will be taken to the eye doctor. I can gurantee that." A few of the bridesmaids seemed to giggle at my comment as Dinah scanned me up and down.
"Oh my God...Sarah...you look beautiful!" Dinah said. I started to feel uncomfortable again as everyone's eyes began to study my own appearance. Not only was I insecure and not used to people calling me beautiful, but it was Dinah's day. Her day to shine. And I didn't want to take that away from her.
"Uh...not as beautiful as you look..." I said awkwardly. Dinah smiled lightly.
"Oh, come on. Can't you see how beautiful you look?" Dinah asked me as she fixed the golden sash around my waist. I looked down at my outfit. Strappy, black, stiletto heels, a black, strapless, tight dress, gold jewelry. Dinah did an amazing job picking out my outfit. Even if it wasn't exactly the best outfit to wear at a wedding.
"Well...you did do an amazing job picking out my outfit...better than what I would've been able to do..." I said, not able to compliment myself. Dinah seemed to freeze.
"Sarah..."
"The shoes are pretty sweet too... some of the things I've worn in the past have the same look..." I went on. My wavy hair fell in my face and I pushed in back.
"Sarah," I stopped as Dinah put a hand on my bare shoulder. "Someday you'll see how beautiful you are, but for now can you do me a favor?" I was confused about where Dinah was going with this. Favor? Beauty? God, was she going to make me seduce someone or something like that?
"Uh...sure?" I felt the need to agree to her question. Not only was it Dinah's big day, but I also didn't want that crazy bridezilla bitch to attack me again. So I agreed. And soon regretted it.
"That's my girl! Now all you have to do is strut you're stuff! Around Roy!" Dinah's smile went wider as I my eyes grew into golf balls.
"What! Hold on! What the hell!? Did you see Roy and I a week ago? We wanted to tear each other's throats out! What do you not get about that!?"
"Sarah!" Dinah yelled, trying to calm me down. There was no need in calming me down. That was calm. As calm as someone could get in my situation. Dinah smiled. "You don't need to freak out! I just want to see how he reacts to something like..." Dinah looks up and down at my figure and points at me, "This. For future references. Okay?"
I sigh and nod regretfully. Only for Dinah, I say to myself, only for Dinah...
"Fine. But I'm gonna get you back Mrs. Queen..." Dinah smiles as I say her future name. I quickly leave, slightly embarrassed. Then I bump into someone.
"What the-" As soon as we see eachother Roy shuts his mouth. I was quite surprised that he was actually taking this whole thing seriously. But then again his eyes could focus on many things.
"Oh my God! Dinah!" I scream as I look back to the door I just came out of to see the black-haired woman with her phone out, taking a video. I growl under my breath and the young woman slightly shreaks and closes the door. I roll my eyes.
"Can I help you, Roy?" I ask, his eyes trailing back up to my eyes for the moment. He stutters and I sigh. "Forget it." I say, done talking to him. I was already pissed off enough about Dinah setting me up, and I didn't need Roy stutterring around me for the rest of the day. Or knowing that around midnight I was totally going to wake him up and punch him in the face. Yeah. That's revenge, my friends.
I walk downstairs as soon as everyone begins to prepare. Guests began to head to the main area and the photographers began to map out their presentable photos. I hear a staff member yelling and soon see her running up the steps to get the groom and the rest of the men. Soon enough the whole wedding begins.
We all stand up and watch Dinah walk down the isle. She looked even more gorgeous than she did in the dressing room. Her dress fit perfectly with the decor. It didn't mix in with it, but it didn't stand out too much. It was perfect.
The ceremony made many people shed tears. I could almost see Roy sniffle a little bit during Oliver and Dinah's personal vows. I just smiled. I was happy that Dinah and Oliver could have the opportunity of getting married even with their jobs. Not many people like them could attempt such a thing and actually suceed. They were a couple that couldn't be separated. Or destroyed. And indistructable couple.
After they kiss everyone stood up and clapped. I looked away.
We were soon sent to go do photos. Dinah forced me into them individually. Roy, Dinah, Oliver and I. What were they thinking? Then the hell began.
"I want Roy and Sarah to do a few together." Dinah said once we were done with the last photoshoot they had planned. The photogropher smiled and nodded.
"Makes sense. They're both equally photogenic." He said. My eyes widened.
"What the Hell? Don't I get a say in this!?" I screamed
"Yeah! What about me?! I don't want to take a picture with her!" Roy freaked. Usually I'd take offense to his last statement, but I was not prepared to take photos with Roy at all.
"It's just a few! Have fun!" Dinah and Oliver smiled and sat down a little farther away as they studied us. I sighed.
"God, I sometimes hate that woman..." I said. Roy laughed.
"Well, that's one thing that we can both agree on..."
The photographer made us do a few different poses. The whole time I had felt horribly uncomfortable. A flash went off and I finally relaxed as I moved my body out of the awkward position. I sighed.
"Are we finished?" I asked the photographer dully. He smiled and looked away from the camera screen.
"Just one more, okay?" He wasn't asking permission, and we both knew that.
"Whatever..." I mumbled as he messed with the camera and lighting. He looked over at us and smiled.
"Okay, uh...Sarah, I want you to lean on the piano a little bit..." I sighed and leaned on the grand piano where we had been taking pictures for nearly fifteen minutes. "Now...Roy, stand slightly in front of her, but not directly in front of the camera." Roy followed directions. "Now, I want you two to kiss."
"WHAT!" I screamed at almost the top of my lungs. Roy's eyes were wide. I could hear Dinah slightly giggle, but I ignored it for the moment.
"Oh, are you two brother and sister...or..?" The photographer tried to imply.
"Hell, no!" I said. The photographer's physical emotions eased and he smiled.
"Then let's see that kiss, shall we!"
The photgrapher just smiled. Everyone was quiet.
"Okay, okay," He said softly. "Let's do a different pose shall we?" I nodded blankly. "Okay, Sarah, I want you to lean closer to the keys..." I rolled my eyes at his explanation. "Now close your eyes..."
"What?" I asked, hoping I was hearing wrong. The photographer just repeated himself.
"Just close your eyes..." I closed my eyes reluctantly. I could hear some whispers, but they weren't clear enough to understand. That's when everything I hated happened.
It all happened so fast. A pair of hands grasping my face. Lips on mine. A white flash. That bastard.
"What the hell!" I screamed after Roy kissed me. I wasn't sure who to be mad at more. Roy, the one who actually kissed me, or the photographer who made Roy kiss me. It was a tie in my eyes. "Oh my God!" The cat had my tongue, literally it seemed. I had no clue what to say. I was speachless.
I was in denial. Denial that Roy's lips had actually been on mine. Not in my darkest dreams had I imagined that would happen.
"Боже мой... что, черт возьми только что произошло? Этого не происходит. Этого не произошло..." I started mumbling in Russian. Dinah opened her mouth but I stopped her. "Don't start.." I muttered and walked outside. I was confused and freaked out and my lips felt tingly. I didn't understand anything. I didn't understand what happened. Or why it happened.
It felt like I had been out there for seconds when Roy came walking out the door. "Sarah...I just wanted to apologize for my actions. I got a little carried away and that photographer...he's a professional, and I can't help but listen to professionals." His statement made no sense, but his words barely soaked in at the time. "Sarah..."
I felt something softly graze my shoulder and I cringed and practically flew back, away from Roy and his hand. I stared at him. "Don't touch me." I said sternly.
For some reason, Roy looked hurt. I wasn't sure why. All I had said was to not touch me. I hated people touching me. Whether it was a friend, which I didn't have any, or some guy who just kissed because a stupid photographer couldn't understand the word no, I didn't like it. It reminded me too much of my past life. Of the Hell I had been through. Literal Hell.
"Look, Sarah, I'm sorry. I really am. But you can't blame me..."
"I think I can blame you." I counter-attacked. "You could've said no. You could've ignored his stupid commands. But what did you do? You went out of your way to make something impossible happen." There were too many words now. Words that I couldn't control. Words that spoke truth and experience. I couldn't stop. "This is where men fail. Men like you. Selfish bastards who only see other people as props in their little story. People like you ignore the boundaries. The boundaries in life. The boundaries that people like me set. The boundaries that make this world more efficient. But you just cross of the line like you own the damn thing. But you don't. So get over this little fetish of yours. Get over this thought that you can do whatever the Hell you want, because you can't! Someday you're going to end up in prison because some bitch decides to sue you for you're stupidity. The stupidity that made you think that you can do whatever you want, when you want. You're going to sit in that cell, all alone, with no way to get out. Those are the boundaries that can't be crossed, no matter how hard you try. Then finally reality will kick in. You'll finally realize that the only reason people like you do this shit is for your own self-esteem. For your own mind. For the thought that you're on top. I've seen men like you. I've worked with them. Hell, I've killed them. And all of those things happened because of the same reason. Because they're selfish. So before you end up making the biggest mistake of your life, why don't you take a few steps back and think about your future. Because you don't realize that what you do, effects everyone around you. Oliver. Dinah. The Team. The bitches you've slept with or will sleep with. That one woman you find to be the one. You fuck up your life, you fuck up theirs. And the last thing that I need is to have Dinah call me at three a.m. to say that you were arrested and going to trial. Because if that happens, I can't help you. I won't help you. You're on your own. So think about it and from now on leave me alone. Or you're going to see the side of me that no one ends up living to tell about..."
I swallowed and turned around walking away. In seconds everything turned to Hell again. I heard a grunt and a crash. Roy was down. And soon enough something hard hit me in the head. I was down. And there was no way to get back up.