Eleven-Unbelievable
1173 Words
Gabriela sat on a chair as she watched her parent faraway talking in hushed tones. Nicholas was nowhere to be seen as soon as all formalities were met. she needed this silence engulfed around her to give time to comprehend her life.
She had a hard time breathing properly, she never thought this through. For the first time in her life, she went through with a decision so rashly.
She finds it hard believing she just got married. She is married now, maybe saying it in her head would make it sound more believable.
That's what she thought, but it wasn't close to reality.
Her eyes welled up, she had signed those papers knowing what laid after that in her future.
Panic was setting in.
A hand rested on her shoulder and she saw her mom with a concerned look.
"What's wrong honey, you look worried?" She sat beside her, waiting for a response.
But what would she tell her, she was regretting her decision.
She was crying over spilt milk.
"I don't know what I feel mom, I am a bit overwhelmed by the marriage. l am finding it hard to believe I am married."
"Aww, sweetheart don't feel that way. It will pass I know it was a bit rushed. The change is dawning hard on you, but you have to be patient and adjust. I'm sorry you feel that way."
Her mom hugged her in a comforting manner, cradling her in her chest. The thought of leaving her mom alone was hard on her, the thought of leaving her family to a man she barely knows.
But she would survive.
"Gabriela!" Mr Vincent startled her and mom, he strode toward where she sat, he finished talking to Mr Damien a few minutes ago.
Mom smiled at her and excused herself smiling at her, she pecked her Dad on his cheeks. She jerked her head towards his voice. She erased the remnants of tears on her face and feigned a quick smile.
But his demeanour didn't change a bit,
"Gabriela are you okay?" he asked his voice concerned.
"Yes" her tone was low. Her gaze lay on the marble tiles. He sat beside her, as she raised her eyes towards him. His presence was soothing. He drew her in for a hug. She rested on him nestling herself against his chest. She stifled her coming sobs. She won't show how weak she felt.
Her past would not torment her.
"I am so sorry," he said his eyes lowered as he heaved a sigh.
"Why are you apologising Dad,?" she inquired.
"Er, I overheard a bit of your conversation with mom." A sad looked crossed his face.
She gave him a weak smile, "I am fine. I would be fine." She assured.
Mr Damien hugged Gabriela, he just tricked his daughter.
Nicholas stood at the entrance of the hall the dying daylight gave a kind effect to him. As his body obstructed the light, it defined his lean body. He stood in only his waistcoat, his sleeve rolled to his elbow. Gabriela stared at him and immediately tore her eyes away.
Her Dad excused himself for a moment and left her alone, Gabriela wished he hadn't.
Nicholas took a quick stride to her. His right hand was stuck in his pocket.
He stared at her for a moment. She avoided his gaze. She felt uncomfortable under it.
Wasn't he going to...
He interrupted her thoughts"We need to go?" he informed brusquely. She glared at him offended by his tone. He didn't seem to care.
"To where? I'm going home" she said tiredly.
"You seem to have forgotten you just got married to me." he mocked.
"So?" she asked getting pissed off by his discourteous manner.
He hissed softly looking at her like she had no brains at all.
"We. Are. Married" he spelt out. He crouched down to her level leaning close to her, she wanted to reduce their proximity but she could not show she was affected by his closeness goosebumps scattered all over her skin. She can't deny how good looking he looks so up close, if only he had a sweeter attitude, she might be willing to coexist with him normally.
"Married people live together" he mocked her. Illustrating his words. She rolled her eyes.
"You will now live with me. As wives do. I am sure my Dad won't like it if I live my wife behind." he added bitterly.
She cringed at the word "My wife"
It sounded ironic to her ears.
She stood abruptly staring low at him as he still squatted his knees bent. He saw the smirk on her lip.
He stood up adjusted his creased trousers.
"Let's go then," she said, then went towards her parent and informed them she would be leaving with Nicholas.
Her mother could not control her emotions and hugged her tightly, trying to keep the tears out of her eyes.
She hugged her Dad after her mom, he kept on apologising in whispers to her, it broke her heart to see her Dad sorry about it
She observed Nicholas stood at the far end of the hall watching their pleasantries. Gabriela glanced over at him wondering if he had some kind of malice with her parents.
So rude. She noted.
Her heels clicked in his direction. He strode away outside the door she followed suit.
He stood by the parking grounds, she noticed a silver shiny sleek car rode into the parking grounds.
It stopped and he strode towards the car. A man came out, he was of average height and very muscular he wore a button-up shirt and black trousers and handed the keys to Nicholas and stood by the side. He looked like the bodyguards that followed her the other day.
He instructed him in a hushed tone, glancing at Gabriela, a frown appeared on her face.
What were they saying about her?
Her driver's door was half-open.
"You drive, I will follow" she yelled, walking towards her parked SUV.
Her Dad got one of the drivers back at home to drive her car to this venue, her clothes and all her belongings sat in the trunk of her car
He ignored her. She rolled her eyes at him.
Mr Muscular came towards her, his boots announcing his presence. She stared at the red face man coming to her.
He looked like a UFC fighter, his hair cropped so low and his lips pulled in a thin line. His muscles hugged his thin white shirt.
Why would Nicholas send this bulky man to her?
To kidnap her. Her parent would surely hear her scream.
He stretched his hand to her. God, it was huge. She gathered air in her chest getting ready to scream.
"Hi I am Kelvin," he said offering his hands.
"Oh, um... I am Gabriela" she said her hands feeling smaller than usual.
"Mr Nicholas asked me to take your car. He also told me to inform you, you are riding with him."
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