Vengeful Marriage

Hannah's Point of View The cold breeze touching my skin sends shivers down my spine. I continue to take a few steps forward, ignoring the heavy rainfall. The pain stabbing my chest is nothing compared to getting sick as a result of this rain. To relieve the cold, I crossed my arms across my chest and began rubbing my shoulders. Meanwhile, tears fill my eyes, making them appear blurry. I took a deep breath as I continued to step. But I have not taken any steps yet when my body jolts awake with the loud horn coming from my side. I rotate my head around to see what it is.  "Hey, you! Are you planning to kill yourself, huh?!" exclaimed a middle-aged man while his head was placed on the window of his car.  I am too exhausted to even say a thing, so I remain standing in the middle of the road until a hand reaches out my wrist and gently pulls me back to the side of the road.  "Miss, please be careful; and it is raining; don't you have anything to cover yourself with?" the woman asks, but I still remain silent.  Only my tears can speak for me right now. Furthermore, there is a lump in my throat, restraining me from speaking up. The woman waited for my response, but she got none, so she decided to remove her black coat and hand it to me.  "You are trembling from the cold; put this on.”  I smiled timidly and accepted the black coat, which I hung over my shoulder.  "If you are having a big problem right now, I just want to reassure you that everything will be all right," the woman convinces and gently tap my shoulder before walking away.  And I just shook my head, bitterly chuckling.  Today is supposed to be my wedding day, the same day I found out that my sister and my fiancée are cheating behind my back. How could that be all right?  This is the worst day I could ever have.  I completely had no idea where I was going, but I just let my feet take me wherever they wanted. Until I found myself standing in front of a bar’s entrance.  I have no clue what awaits me inside, since this will be the first time I will enter that place.  But, at the end of the day, all the broken people end up there. I am thinking about going in. With my dripping wet clothes, body, and hair, I unreluctantly enter the bar. The loud beat of the music and the bright lights welcomed me. I slowly made my way over to the empty bar stool.  "What do you wish to have, Ma'am," the waiter politely asks. "Give me a Vodka, please."  The waiter nods and gets me a shot glass and a bottle of Vodka. This is also my first time drinking in my entire life, but I did not hesitate and started to pour some into my glass.  'Let's see if this helps me forget about everything.' After taking a few glasses, my vision began to spin. I pushed the bottle of Vodka that was now half-empty and my shot glass to the other side of the counter to allow my head to bow.  'I am so sleepy now.' "Jeez, am I already drunk?" I asked myself, laughing.  I closed my eyes and was ready to take a nap when I heard a chair creaking noise beside my stool.  I kept my head down but I could still hear what they were saying!! 'I just want to take a nap!' "What do you want to have, Sir?" "A Rum will do."  I put my palm over my ears to cover them. Why are they being so loud?   I almost jump out of my seat as a hand suddenly taps my right shoulder. "Miss, your drink is occupying my space right here." My eyes popped open.  Is he talking to me? That voice sounds so d*mn sexy.  'Oh, did I just say he is sexy? Oh, I must be drunk.'  "Excuse me," he calls once again, but I am not sure if he is speaking to me, so I just remain silent.  "Miss! Are you deaf?!" "No, I am not, so stop shouting!" I yelled back at him as I lifted my head up.  'I just want to take a nap and this man won’t let me.'  But as soon as I lift my head, looking straight into his face, I notice his surprised expression. I have been staring right into his face for a couple of seconds, but he doesn't bother to say anything until I broke the eye contact.  "Your drink," he utters, pointing at my drink that is in front of him.  I simply pull out my drink and my glass and set them in front of me.  His honey-brown eyes are sad and dark.  "Oh, I am sorry, I did not mean to yell at you," I apologized, as I thought that I had made him upset.  He quickly nodded and just began to drink his rum.  "Hmm, it’s okay,” he says, resting his palm against his chin to support it as he continues to drink effortlessly.  He is dressed in a black turtle neck and black denim pants as well.  I am not sure why, but there is a strange awkwardness between us, so I just stand up and am preparing to leave when the waiter calls me.  "I believe you have not  paid for your drink yet, Ma'am."  My mouth opens widely in embarrassment.  "Oh, yeah, I am really sorry," I nervously chuckled.  I opened my bag and looked inside my purse for cash, but there was none. I bite my lower lip and hope for a miracle.  'I just need cash right now, please.'  But after searching for a while, I still have not found one.  I took a nervous gulp and turned to face the waiter.  "U-uhm, d-do you t-take cards here? I j-just ran out of cash."  "We usually don't, Ma'am. But let me try it for you."  "Great. Thanks!" With my trembling hands, I passed my card to the waiter. However, my heart just begins to pound loud and fast as I notice the waiter swiping my card several times now.  'Jeez! What does that mean? Is my card not working? No, please.'  "Uhm, Ma'am, I believe your card has been blocked," the waiter admitted as he passed me my card back.   'Oh, no, what now?'  "Here, I will pay for her drink."  I sigh with relief as the man next to me hands the waiter cash.  He just saved me from embarrassment.  "Thank you. Thank you so much," I thank him and I attempt to leave again when I heard him talking. "I just paid for your drink. Don't you think it is kind of rude to just leave?"  I slowly turned my back around. "I'm sorry?"  "I am telling you to stay. You can not just leave me like that."  I wanted to ask him why, but as he just said, he paid for my drink, so I step forward and sit beside him.  "Why?" I asked, hesitantly.  "Explain yourself."  "Huh? Is this because you paid for my drink?"  He turns to his side and faces me. His eyes appear so sleepy and his attention is now entirely on me. He stays silent, so I continue to explain myself as what he had said.  "I don't have any cash with me because I forgot my wallet at home, and I don't know why my card is not working. Perhaps, my parents already blocked it because they hate me now," my voice began to shake at this time, as if I am going to burst into tears anytime.  I took a very deep breath, trying to prevent my tears from falling. While he tilts his head and shakes it.  "No, even if you leave me hanging, I don't totally hate you, Rachel."  " We are not talking about you here, we are talking about my parents," I joked.  "And my name is Hannah, not Rachel." I extended my arm for a shake.  He quickly accepts it, but instead of holding my hand, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. I fell off of my stool with my face on his chest.  I place my hands on his thighs, trying to get up when my vision suddenly spins around. I stumbled and really fell into him. I badly want to get up, but my eyes are so heavy.  "I am sorry," I laughed. "I think I am already drunk." "So am I," he whispers to my ear, slightly biting my earlobe.  "I love you, Rachel. I really do," he adds.  He is calling me Rachel over and over again.  "I am not Rachel--"  I am about to complain about it, but he did not let me finish my statement and he suddenly press his lips against mine.  It only lasts for a couple of minutes until reality sets in.  I leaped from his arm and slap him on the left cheek. I grab my belongings and flee.  How dare he kiss me?! I would never give a stranger a taste of my lips! Never! But he follows me.