Kidapped by the Mafia

I knew the sound, I just couldn’t believe it. Of course I knew that the moans I was hearing were not those of someone in pain. Of course I knew that the sound of creaking coming from the guest bedroom was not the roof. My pale fingers curled around the door handle and I paused. Did I really want to see what was beyond the door? Did I actually want to find out what was making those noises… Who were making those noises? Did I want my life turning upside down? I knew I shouldn’t go in. I knew. But as they say, humans are curious beings. And curiosity killed the freaking cat. I hated my itchy dress. I hated how my hair was tightly put up in some complicated up do, and most of all, I swore I didn’t, but I hated my sister. With a burning passion. Said sister, was sat in the middle of all the other bride’s maids. Her platinum blonde hair was flowing like a pale river down her back and her green eyes sparkled as she laughed and talked. “Oh he did.” She was saying. Reaching into her silver purse, she pulled out a small jewelry box. “It’s a perfect match with my dress!!” She pulled it open to reveal a rose gold cut necklace. It had a pretty stone at the center. The bridesmaids awed and gasped in unison. “Oh it’s so pretty!!” She smiled that shy smile, the smile that reminded me of a possessed doll. Pretty yet deadly, only you wouldn’t know till she manifested. She and ran her fingers over the necklace. “Well he didn’t really have to. I told him I was perfectly fine without such an expensive necklace.” It reminded me of those fake interactions at celebrations like birthdays. Open the gift, ‘Oh you didn’t have to’, when everyone knows you absolutely did. I tried not to be so petty, but the sound of her fake light voice made me want to hurl my champagne all over her princess ball dress. Instead I took a sip of the bubbly gold liquid and piped in. “It’s so great. I was planning on a rose gold necklace myself five months ago, only a little smaller stone.” I took another sip. My phone pinged in my purse. Glad for the distraction, I pulled it out, and then scowled. It was an unknown number asking how I was. I really shouldn’t have put my number up on my i********:. I shoved it back in the sparkly purse and looked up. The room had fallen into a tense cold silence. The bride’s maids looking at each other uncomfortably, Anna blinking rapidly. Her pink painted lips pulled into an awkward smile. “Oh? I didn’t know. Well, you can have mine whenever you do get married, that way it’ll save cost.” I felt the weight of her words in my head, in my blood and in my spine. Everyone else felt it too, because the room got impossibly colder and the women shuffled uncomfortably in their seats. Her chief bride’s maid and best friend, Vanessa, stood up and clapped. “How about we have another walk rehearsal?” The others immediately stood up, eager to relieve the tension even if the room was obviously too small for said rehearsal. We were left staring at each other, me and my older sister. My blue eyes and her green ones. With a sigh, I looked away and took another sip of champagne. What a shitty day. After their stupid rehearsal, the bride’s maids went out to use the bathroom, an obvious excuse to leave the tense room and glaring sisters. She began once they were out of the door. “I always knew you hated me and were jealous of me!” I rolled my eyes. “Please cut the whole chosen child bullshit. We both know you never had anything to be jealous of.” Her green eyes narrowed. “Of course, until now.” My heart didn’t listen to me. I told it to heal up, to let go and stop hurting so damn much but it never listened. “I do not envy you getting married to a cheater, Anna. You deserve each other. In fact, I’m rather grateful that you helped me dodge that bullet.” My words affected her, but my body language affected her even more. She saw that I was lying. That I was hurt and could not believe that any of it had happened. She smiled. “Then stop being a down Dolly and stop pouting.” She turned to face her vanity. “Mom and Dad would be disappointed. Get a f*****g grip.” My fingers wrapped even tighter around the flute. “Mom and Dad would be more disappointed if they knew.” That shut her up. As if on cue, the bride’s maids hurried into the room. “It’s time for your entrance!!” I saw my dad standing solemnly at the door in his rose gold suit. He shot me an awkward smile. The smile of a father who felt helpless in crossfire between his children. I took another sip of the freaking champagne . Slowly, I walked down the isle. There were a lot of people. They sat there in their wedding attires, varying shades of peach and rose gold, looking at me with eye that were piteous. Above over heads was a huge chandelier. It was the only thing in the wrong color, a bright fake gold. A peach carpet ran beneath my feet towards the altar. To the altar where Allan stood. Allan Smith. My first ever boyfriend and fiancé. He stood there, shrouded in a ridiculous peach suit that made his tan skin pop. Even from that far I could see the blue in his irises. A wild blue that seemed to a spectrum. A color that changed depending on his mood. Light blue when he was very happy, dark stormy blue when he was mad, and almost black blue when he was kissing me. Holding me against the walls of his two bedroom luxury house, against the edge of the granite counter so hard the coldness of it branded into the pale skin of my waist, red like a welt. To say I didn’t miss it would be a lie. To say I didn’t miss him… His blue eyes locked with mine and I felt that sickening hope well up in my heart. Please remember that you love me. Please realize that this is not what you want. Please love me again. I gazed into his eyes, and watched them go right past me like I was nothing more than a moldy chewed up gum on the pavement. A chewed up gum with bits of moldy hair stuck in it. Angry and hurt tears welled up in my eyes. I was so pathetic. Who stayed in love with a guy who cheated twice with her sister and then decided to marry the sister? I walked a bit faster and settled into my place at the left side of the alter, beside the other brides maids. The lighting of the hall dimmed and everyone’s breathe caught at the sight of my sister. Tears gathered in my eyes. She looked so so beautiful. Her long almost white hair flowed down her shoulders and over her breasts like a white light. Her dress was a pink shade of white. A bright beam fell on her and followed with every soft step she took. She looked like an angel on the hand of my father. Anger and hurt like acid pooled in the bottom of my stomach. My tears spilled over my cheeks, two jagged lines of betrayal and loss. I could not believe that she got to be happy while I stood there like a shriveled raisin, with all the happiness and trust sucked out of me. I looked at my mother. Her eyes were filled with tears, red painted lips pulled up in an adoring smile. I imagined what was going through her mind. Probably happiness that her wonderful innocent daughter was getting married to such a well off man. I glanced at Allan. His eyes were so full of adoration I gagged. He was looking at her like he looked at chocolate cake. Like she was all that mattered. When she reached the middle of her walk I decided that I had a enough. I was so angry and filled with rage. Why did she get to hurt me and live a fairytale life? Why did she get to take everything from me? Didn’t my emotions matter? I knew. I knew that Allan didn’t want me anymore. I knew there was no way I was stopping the wedding. So, I decided that I would rather not be there. I would rather not see their lips connect one more time, or else, I would literally kill someone. With that, I grabbed the bottom of my dress in my hands and walked off the side and onto the red carpet. I felt everyone’s confusion. The music abruptly stopped and murmurs rose. Diane, my sister, looked at me like I was crazy the closer I got to her. I was sure that I was a sight to see. My mascara was probably trailing down my cheeks because I refused to use anything good for the wedding. I stopped in front of my confused and obviously angry sister. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” She growled. I pulled my shoulders up in an attempt to look intimidating. Instead, the weight of defeat of the knowledge that this was it made me deflate like a balloon. I forced a smile onto my wobbly lips. “You win.” With that, I walked around her and out of the chapel. I had barely stepped out before I burst into bitter tears. I walked a little, to outside the building complex, and then sat on the sidewalk crying hard. My chest hurt so bad, and my makeup was definitely spoilt at this point. My tears were a mixture of salt, water, foundation and mascara. I didn’t care if anyone came out and saw me. In fact, I hoped my mother would worry and come to find me. I hope that someone would care. That someone would hold me to their chest and let me soil their clothes with my tears. My phone pinged in my purse. Sniffling and trying to calm down, I pulled it out. Just as I put in the passcode, my air was cut off from behind by a white rag. Panic seized me in its clutches. I struggled as strong arms wrapped around my middle and face, pressing the rag harder against my nose and mouth. Help! I thought of screaming. I ran my nails deep into the strong arms, but of course the cheap plastic only broke. Slowly, my vision turned darker. My throbbing pulse quieted down and my arms fell limp at my side. The world turned fully black.