Matted Vows

Chapter2

Emily's pov

“How much more do you think I will let you be in peace while Natasha battles with her health?” That was Marcus's voice as he pointed in my direction to the police who were with him, waiting to get an order from him before taking action.

“What do you mean by that? " I did whatever I did because I love you, Marcus.” I tried letting him understand me, even if it was for just once. Marcus would understand me, and I would be the happiest person, but it was clear the demon never wanted the one chance of hearing me out.

“She is the one, arrest her!” Marcus said, pointing towards me again.

I sat in stunned silence as Marcus's handcuffs closed around my wrists. I couldn't utter any word. His eyes blazed with anger, and his voice was venomous. It was clear he didn't want to give me the chance to explain myself. "You're under arrest for assault, Miss. " Emily," he spat at me, his words echoing through the crowded venue as he didn't mind lowering his voice or letting the police do the job as he was ready to do the job himself.

I stumbled, shocked, as he dragged me away forcefully. Sarah, my best friend, was nowhere to be found; I guess she left after the incident which occurred between Natasha and me. She had abandoned me, just like everyone else. I felt a pang of regret and anger burn inside of me. Why had Marcus done this to me? I thought we loved each other; I just discovered I had been deceiving myself that he loved me.

As I was thrown into the police cell, I couldn't help but think about how my life had turned upside down in a twirl of eyes. A few hours ago, I was happily preparing for my wedding. Next was Marcus' betrayal, and my payback led to my misfortune, making me lose everything I owed.

Now, I am charged with assault, and the only way I could get out was if Natasha recovered. Marcus's words still echoed in my mind: "You'll pay dearly for what you did to Natasha."

Days passed, and I heard nothing. No visits, no messages. I was alone in the cell, left to rot in the cell just the way Marcus promised.

But I refused to give up even when everyone had given up on me. I thought he once loved me before, but I just realized I was fooled. I was determined to fight back, to make Marcus pay for what he had done to me.

The day of the court hearing arrived, and I was dragged out of my cell, my heart racing with anxiety as I didn't know what I'd face. As I stood before the judge, I saw Marcus, his eyes cold and hard; they were no atom of the love he had always preached to me. He had changed, and I didn't recognize the man I once loved.

The judge reviewed my file, his expression stern. "Emily, you're charged with assault. " How do you plead?" I took a deep breath, my voice shaking. "Not guilty, your honor."

But before the judge could respond, Natasha's lawyer stood up, his eyes gleaming with malice as he stared at me and then back to the judge. "Your honor, we have evidence that proves Emily's guilt". We demand justice for Natasha."

I felt a chill run down my spine as the lawyer presented his evidence. I knew I was in trouble, and I didn't know how to get out of it. Marcus's eyes met mine, and I saw a glimmer of triumph there. He had won, and I had lost.

But I refused to give up. I was determined to fight back, to clear my name and make Marcus pay for what he had done to me. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of my nightmare.

Only if I adhere to my mother's warning that ALL MEN ARE THE SAME now will I know better.

As I stood up, relieved that the court hearing had finally come to a close, I caught Marcus's eye. His gaze was cold and hard, and I felt a surge of hatred towards him. How could he do this to me? I thought we loved each other, but now I realized that I had been blind to his true nature: love the day conquers all. If he had loved me for once, I know he could have helped me. He has the power to help me get away from the cell, but he just doesn't want to be of help to me, maybe because he loves Natasha.

I promised myself that I would make him pay once I was out of this place, even though I didn't know how to go about it; I just had the feeling I would fulfill that wish before giving up to the ghost.

The courtroom was a blur as I was led out, my mind reeling with thoughts of revenge and anger. I was delayed against my will and forced to wait for further instructions. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. I paced back and forth in the small room where I was placed, my heart racing with anxiety as I didn't know what next action would hold me back. Now I understand Natasha was up to something else, just that I can't place my hand on what exactly she was planning.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I was taken back to my cell. I collapsed onto the narrow bed, exhausted and emotionally drained. But my relief was short-lived. The door was quickly opened with force; a guard appeared, and I raised my eyes to his face, gazing at his face. I could see his grim and serious face.

"Natasha's dead, did you do anything funny?" he said, his voice devoid of emotion as he kept his stares suspicious. "And her body can't be found, you know what that means to you and your stay here."

I felt like I had been punched in the gut. What was happening? How could Natasha be dead? And her body was no way to be found? I thought I had been cleared of all charges, but now it seemed like I was in even more trouble. I shook my head, trying to process the information. But it was too much to handle, making me unable to think straight.

The surrounding cells began to spin, and I felt like I was going to pass out. I gripped the edge of the bed, trying to steady myself. But it was no use. Everything went black.

When I got to, I was lying on the bed, my head throbbing with pain. The guard was standing over me, his face still grim.

"You need to get up," he said. "Marcus is here to see you."

I groaned, sitting up slowly. My head was spinning, and my body ached all over. But I knew I had to face Marcus; who knows if he would accuse me of what I knew nothing about. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

As I stood up, Marcus appeared in the doorway. His face was hardened, his eyes blazing with anger.

" Emily, I thought you to be the most honest and most cheerful being I have ever met; that was why I showed you the love you deserve, but what did I get in exchange for my love for you?” He asked, moving closer to me without his eyes blinking.

I was scared of what Marcus could do to me, as I tried to adjust myself from his sight.

“ You spoiled my plan, Emily! " You showed me you were never grateful when you put Natasha in such a condition that you placed her in.” He paused again while his hand choked my neck, and his eyes wandered across mine.

I was suffocating and trying to get his hand off of me but I couldn't get my hand off from his grip.

“ You are choking me to death, Marcus; get your hands off my neck,” I stammered as I pushed off his hand.

“You're going to spend the rest of your life in jail if you don't tell me where Natasha's body is, now tell me, where Natasha's body!" he spat angrily, his voice venomous.

I shook my head, horrified, not knowing what he was speaking about "I don't know anything!" I protested. "I swear, I had nothing to do with her disappearance."

But Marcus just laughed. "Don't lie to me, Emily," he said. "I know you're involved in her disappearance. And I'll make sure you pay for it."

I felt a chill run down my spine. What was happening? Why was Marcus accusing me of something I didn't do? I knew I had to clear my name, but I had no idea where to start.

A sudden rush on the door, which got the door opened, made me peep to know who was at the door again; it turned out to be one of the guards.

“Someone is outside seeking you, and you are given 2 seconds to meet him outside,e,” he said, turning backward.

My heart skipped a beat. Who is the person who demands my immediate presence? Could it be Because of Natasha's missing body? Who is the person, and why could Natasha suddenly die when her body was of no way to be found? I will see to the end of this! I have a plan to execute.