Burning desire
1234 Words
Chapter 2
I could feel the sweat pooling in my palms as I hurriedly made my way out of the hall, my heart racing a mile a minute. I felt like a coward, but I knew I couldn’t go through with the ceremony. My feelings for Devon were not enough, he’s such a good man, and he deserves someone who’s going to love and appreciate him.
I dashed into a nearby restroom, thankful to find it empty. I leaned against the sink, letting out shaky breaths as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My chest tightening, and it felt like the walls were closing in on me, because of the weight of the situation.
It's obvious the church Is in chaos and everyone, especially my mom and my supposed groom, are panicking right now – they must be wondering why I left without completing my vow.
What should I do? How do I fix this mess? Should I continue with my plan?
Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself away from the sink, my resolve growing. I had to do what was right, even if it meant hurting the people I cared about.
I carefully reached behind me, my fingertips grasping the delicate fabric of my wedding dress. With a sense of urgency, I hurriedly pulled it away from my body, feeling relieved that I had thought to wear an additional layer beneath.
It was almost as if I had an uncanny foresight regarding the events that were about to unfold. Removing the wig from my head, I gently placed it aside, my fingers brushing against the soft strands. With a determined resolve, I meticulously wiped away my makeup, ensuring that no traces were left upon the pristine white fabric of my wedding gown.
Sprinting out of the confined space of the restroom, I propelled myself forward, the need for speed urging my every step. A sense of urgency gripped me as I hurriedly made my way towards the exit, my heart pounding in my chest.
The fear of being caught or discovered spurred me on, driving my actions to be swift and decisive.
Spotting a passing taxi immediately I made it to the main road, I frantically flagged it down, relief surging through me as the driver pulled over.
Breathing heavily, I quickly relayed my uncle’s address, knowing that his house was my only sanctuary, my only destination. At this moment, there was nowhere else I could possibly go, no other place.
I tried to calm my nerves, focusing on my breathing and trying to think about what I would say to my uncle. I knew I had to be honest with him, but I was terrified of how he would react.
As the taxi pulled up to the house, I took one last deep breath and stepped out of the car. I slowly made my way up the walkway, my legs feeling like lead.
I rushed to where he kept his spare key and, luckily for me, it’s there.
My hands trembled as I reached for the key, my heart beating a mile a minute. I closed my eyes, steeling myself for what was to come. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, my breath catching in my throat. I braced myself for the worst.
I cautiously made my way into the cozy living room, the weight of my secret burdening my every step.
Exhausted and anxious, I let myself collapse onto the plush chair, feeling its welcoming embrace against my weary body. As I sank into its cushions, my tense muscles eased, and I released a long, shaky breath of relief into the familiarly comforting air.
Surrounded by the well-worn furnishings and gentle hush of the room, I briefly found peace in the belief that my presence here would remain undetected, shrouded in secrecy like a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered.
Apart from my uncle, who had unknowingly become the keeper of my forbidden emotions, I was convinced that no one else had the slightest inkling of my impossible desires.
Memory flashed back to that day – everything started that faithful day – etched with the weight of significance.
It was my eighteenth birthday, a milestone marking my transition from youth to adulthood. Little did I know that this normal rite of passage would be the catalyst for an unexpected and disorienting awakening within me.
I had just turned 18, and my uncle had taken me out to celebrate. We had dinner at a fancy restaurant, and then went to see a movie. I had never felt more special or loved in my life.
But as the night went on, I started to feel something more than just love for my uncle. There was a different kind of feeling growing inside of me, something I couldn’t quite explain. I remember feeling confused and overwhelmed, unsure of what to do with these strange new feelings.
As the movie ended, and we were on our way home, my uncle turned to me and smiled.
“So, did you have a good time tonight?” he asked, his eyes warm and kind.
I nodded, my heart thudding in my chest as I looked him in the eyes. “I had a great time, Uncle,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “Thank you for taking me out and making me feel so special.”
My uncle smiled again, his gaze lingering on me. “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he said softly. “You’re always special to me.”
I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my chest, my cheeks flushed.
I tried to push the strange feelings down, but they kept bubbling up, growing stronger with each passing moment. I fidgeted in my seat, my mind racing. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and I didn’t know what to do.
My uncle turned to me again, concern etched on his face. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice gentle.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I just nodded, my throat too tight to speak. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me, and I was starting to feel panicked.
Suddenly, the car came to a stop. We were at my house, and my uncle turned to me with a concerned look on his face. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again.
I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. “I – I’m not sure,” I stammered. “I feel…different.”
He reached out and put his hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay to feel different,” he said. “Just know that I’m here for you, no matter what.”
The flashback faded away, and I was back in the present moment. I was still sitting on the chair, the memories of that night fresh in my mind. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure.
I looked up to see my uncle watching me, a concerned look on his face, I don’t know when he even got here.
“Are you okay?” he asked again, this is one of the reasons I love him, others will ask me why I ran away, but he is here asking if I am okay.
Suddenly, without thinking, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to my uncle’s, taking him by surprise.
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