Untamed: I’m coming for you.

Chapter Two

Mia's POV

Whispers

I stood forever, patiently waiting for him to surprise me. Patiently waiting for him to show. Patiently waiting for him to hold me. Time stretches like a wire about to snap in pieces. Every passing second reminded me our last moment together. What we shared. Damn! I'm losing my f*****g brain.

I stood like a statue, frozen, completely motionless, facing the storm that ravaged my chest.

My heart drummed heavily inside my chest, synced to the deafening silence in the altar and created a symphony of melodious pain.

I felt the trembling of my legs, I felt the twitching of my muscles, the rumbling of my belly, the chaos freaking me out. I felt every pain like a thorn pinned to my chest. Like a thousand needles pierced to my heart. My hand trembled as I held firm the bouquet until the flowers weakened beneath my hands.

The murmurs rise, the curiosity, the anxiety, the cruelty, all evident in the air. Streams of tears ran down my cheeks. I just couldn't hold it anymore. I can't bear the shame again.

James! Why!?

One of the bridesmaids reached out to me and dragged me to her self. I needed someone to lean on, no one but James.

Dad mounted the podium and began to speak, I believe it's to disperse everyone, but I couldn't hear any of it. Not a single word.

I was wallowing in my shame. The shame of being left, shame of disgrace!

All I see is his absence, the space he left.

My veil blurs the room. I tried to hide my tears, struggling to blink my eyes but one escaped and slid down my cheek. I tried to bend my head to hide it, but it just kept rolling, and somehow, it drew more like a magnet.

Oh God! Not now. Not here! f**k!!

The officiator cleared his throat loudly, I still couldn't hear what he was saying. The guests began to shift and pace around the area. Chaos flew in the air. Each murmur could be barely head, the rowdiness in the place turned it to mutters.

Confusion sparked in the atmosphere.

I know they must be wondering;

Was I left alone at the altar? Did he run?

It kills me.

The hall erupts like a volcano. Guests are talking to each other in confusion. The groomsmen are in agony, searching for the groom, who was nowhere to be found.

Mom was screaming in anger, chasing for his parents, demanding answers, answers she knew she couldn't get.

I heard hearts pounding. Pain in the air. Everyone was doing something, looking for the groom, the celebrity of the moment, someone we all knew wouldn't be found.

He left me. He f*****g left me.

James! Why leave me here? I just wonder why? Could something have gone wrong? I really can't get my head to figure this s**t out. You entrusted me with your safe, a gift I never asked for and now, you're no where to be found.

Why give me the code to your safe if you wouldn't show? Just why?

It's not fair. It's really unfair.

I turned to Dad, he was speaking loudly into his phone, his eyes burning with fury.

Everything just seemed unrealistic.

The walls suddenly felt closer. As if it was going to press me to pieces. I prayed for the ground to just open and swallow me up.

The f*****g gown suddenly became too tight. The room spins. I felt the air whooshing past me, I watched the drama that played out before me and I just knew, it's over.

I've seen such things in movies, I've never experienced it in any wedding I've attended. Never!

But however, I get the honor of experiencing it first hand at my own wedding, why me? Good heavens!

What have I ever done to deserve this?

I took a step back, another shaky one, then another.

But out of the blues, a hand brushed my arm, gently. The warmth soothing to my soul, although nothing could calm the storm, nothing but James.

It was one of my personal maids. Lina. She leaned in close, almost seeming invisible to the chaos. Her voice deep, in whispers and urgent.

“Miss Mai… the best man, Ethan. He… found him. Mr. James.

Mai heart skipped a beat. I let out a deep sigh. For the first time in a long day, my heart rested. That name, James, it was all I wanted to hear. It's all I want to see.

“Let's go.” I gasped, searching for mom so she'll come with me. Dad was too busy ranting, but she stopped me.

“I'm sorry but you must come alone. He said no one else.” She warned.

Now this whole gets creepier. Why would he want me alone? Is anything the matter? What's going on?

I looked at her in shock and anger.

“What?” I whispered, my voice hoarse and pained.

She looked at me sorrowfully, I understand that was the orders, but damn, what the f**k?

“Please Miss, we must go now, before the others notice.” She quivered. “Please, I beg you. We don't have much time.”

Her eyes scanned around the area, maybe making sure we were all clear. Her grip tightened on my arm, like a vice tightened and unwilling to let go. “You must come now.”

A thousand thoughts race through my mind. I should tell Dad. Maybe call someone, anyone. Demand answers. I don't understand what the hell is going on here. I really don't. And right now, I'm left with no f*****g choice. None!

My silly insticts kicked in, it's not logic, it's something else, something deeper; hope.

I held my skirt high and slipped off the altar, abandoning my wedding, the same way I was abandoned, in search of my lost sheep; James.

I ran away from the gasps, away from the cameras, away from the humiliation. At least I'll get some air, some semblance of peace, something different from the burning feeling of betrayal I'm feeling now.

I allowed Lina lead through the crowd, and followed right behind her like a ghost in white, pushing through the crowd and forcing my way through.

We ran down the hallway, our feets thumping against the ground and through the corridor, we arrived at a door meant for staff. The sounds of the failed wedding fade behind me. Now a new melody rings in my ear; hope. And I just hope I find him.

I really don't know what I'll find behind that door, but one thing I know for sure;

James didn't just get cold feet. He didn't just vanish, I know he still feels me, the same way I feel. The same way I remember what we shared this morning. He isn't that kind of person. Something happened. Something definitely happened.

As Lina opened the door, I hesitate to the doorstep, one foot still in the remnants of the life I was promised, the other in the mystery that lies ahead.

“Where are you James?” I whispered. “Why didn't you come back? You promised.”