Unlawfully His

CHAPTER ONE- SILENT NIGHT

I had swallowed everything but this time around something told me Damien had crossed the line.

Storming through the sidewalks with my face full of anger was not how I had imagined my day turning out until a few days ago, when I had gotten a text from an unknown line.

The text had read “You think you know your fiancé, St Johnson Avenue 113A, 2pm sharp”.

Still unsure of what they meant I couldn’t stop the look plastered on my face right now; I had been so eager for this day. With the recent developments of him being involved in illegal dealings and strolling in and out of Rehab, my curiosity was getting the best of me.

Barging into what looked to be a dilapidated bar, I saw him- Damien. But what was he doing here? Damien was meant to be at work- he was meant to be an architect in a construction company.

Sitting around on a table with three guys who could pass for junkies was my to be husband. Numerous bottles were plastered over the table and loud random laughter I could only guess they had drunk a fair amount.

Taking in the sight before me I was speechless, I had always imagined I could change him, that things wouldn’t have to escalate to this but I guess I was wrong, tugging the hem of my pants to stop myself from breaking right there, I couldn’t stop myself from staring straight into his eyes.

The eyes of a man who had lied to me repeatedly, one I had given several chances at redemption to the point I now looked like a fool! He was sitting so casually and smiling like a child that had been offered candy at a fare.

Shaking my head in disbelief and pain, I wanted someone to wake me up. To tell me it was all a dream and nothing of such was really happening, but I was wasting my time.

“Thank God you’re here babe, I want you to meet my new friends-” could this man ever be serious? I should meet the people his choosing to waste what was left of his life with.

“So, this is the work you said you got right?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking him, to think he- he’d lied to me

“Babe I can explain-” could he really or this was going to be one of his trials at trying to manipulate me into thinking I was overreacting, and it was indeed nothing, but this time around he was not getting away with it.

“I don’t think you can, so all the random debits alert on the card is because you’ve been wasting off gambling!?”

“Sienna-“

“Don’t you dare, I have tolerated enough of your crap. So, this is it, I work my ass out while you lie to me you have a new job but rather gamble all day and come home late hours with the excuse of trying to make an impression?”

If looks could kill Damien would have been dead already. Conflicting on his next lie still unsure of what to do I decide to relieve of his misery by jolting over to the table and grabbing the car keys off the table when he randomly interjects.

“Hey, you can’t just take that, trust me this is going to work out. I already placed a bet with the car but hear me out, we’ll be making x2 more, finally going on that trip to Greece-“

I had to be deaf because what did he mean he placed a bet with our car- excuse me more like my damn car! This had to be a dream somewhat.

“You placed my car on a bet!!?” I had been doomed, this was the only gift I had gotten from my dad before his passage and my so-called fiancé had thought it’ll be best to play with it like nothing?

“We’re months due on rent, bills are choking up, you can’t even afford your meal talk more of sort any of these debts you caused out and the one asset I manage to still have in the picture you are planning on losing that too?”

Shame plastered all over his face, he was lost of words. To think I had stuck with this man and given him a life even after everything and this was how I got paid back. I had made myself a mockery just because I thought he was ‘the one’. I really have been a fool.

“You know what, screw all this and screw you, I’m done. But you know what’s not happening. Me giving up my car for a weakling like you. You want to gamble, be my guest but use your own properties!”

Grabbing my keys off the table and marching out of the bar, I could hear him screaming my name behind and feel the numerous stares from the brokies there, but I just couldn’t stop. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and threatening to spill out with every step I took.

The tightness that lay in my chest wasn’t one I could describe. If anyone would have said this was going to be my fate three years ago when I met Damien, I would have called them a liar and jealous. But right now, I wanted to vanish, I needed to.

Still unsure of what to do or where to go, I send a voicemail over to Isabel my best friend and head over to go pack my things. I had to go to Seattle.