When I fell in love with my psychiatrist

Do you know the funny thing about weddings? I don't either. Here I was, sitting at my sister's wedding and pretending to be happy when it all reality, I didn't give a damn. Does that make me sound like an asshole? I guess so. But let me explain. It's not that I don't want my sister to be happy. Because I do. But my idea of happiness was way off from hers. For me, happiness meant indulging in those cupcakes I had been eyeing all day: I couldn't give in to my desires because I needed to lose just four more pounds! Just four more...So,so much for happiness....not tying yourself to someone who you were probably going to hate in the decade. That's why liked the outcast that I was, I was sitting on the furthest table from the couple. I didn't really care. It's not like I wanted to be here anyways. I was doing it out of duty. Or probably cause my mom sat me there because she thought I was going to ruin the wedding of her precious daughter. I had not seen or spoken to my sister for about ten years so I was very surprised to see the invitation to her wedding in my mailbox. It was strange but I didn't want to hurt her feelings so I came. Now I'm regretting it. You must be asking yourself what sort of heartless human being is this? But I had every reason to regret. I had been sitting in the corner as my sister went through all the blah blah blahs of getting married for an hour now. Yes, I know I had come an hour later than I was supposed to (I had almost given my poor mother a heart attack. I could see her fuming and I knew if she had the chance, she would have wrung my neck) but dammit, I was THE Aria. I needed time to look this good. That was another thing. As soon as my loving and caring mother had had the chance, she walked up to me. I saw the burning hatred in her eyes. I didn't mind though. It was nothing strange. "You dared come late Whitney? And wipe that lipstick off those hooker lips of yours! They make you look like a slut!" she exclaimed, making sure nobody heard her. After all, she had appearances to keep up. I had stared at her simply and turned away.I was used to her treating me like this and I wasn't wiping any lipstick! If it made Naomi's husband want me, I didn't care. It was not my fault I was this attractive. Speaking of Naomi, she was currently dancing with her slightly pudgy nose husband and staring into his lens covered eyes like he was a fresh minted Prince Charming from the Cinderella fairytale. I could see through it all though. The whole smiling and staring into eyes was fake. The man she was marrying...Max...heavens of all the names Max!....couldn't dance to save his life and from my line of vision he kept stepping on Naomi's freshly manicured toenails through her peeptoe cream heels. She really went all out with this whole wedding thing. Well her and Mom. They were so alike in that aspect. They went over the top with everything. I mean everything. The man looked so out of place. I bet Naomi must have found a way into coercing poor pudgy nose Max into marrying her thirty year old self. I had not spoken to my sister in over ten years but I knew my sister very well and she was the same as always. The easy annoyance always lingering in the background. Please don't get me wrong. I hated neither Naomi nor Max. I was just in a mood because apparently the bride and the groom had to finish their first dance before anyone could eat. Meaning I had to finish going through the agonizing torture of seeing the new Mr and Mrs Lite attempt to dance before I could taste the cream and pink coloured cupcakes at the end of the table that I had been coveting and salivating over for the past ten minutes. Someone kill me now please. Oh wait...don't kill me yet...I have to live long enough to eat those cupcakes. This wait wasn't for nothing. And there's also the rule that Doctor sexy...sorry Doctor William Price...sorry Will...urgh.sometimes I get confused and carried away... Will put up a rule that no one could kill me and I couldnt kill myself. Harsh right? I mean..moments like these were the kinds of moments I wanted..no.. needed to be killed. Anyway....you must be confused as to who Will was and why I was confused over what to call him. But it's alright. Sometimes I get confused too. I heard people clapping and I looked towards the dancefloor. Finally! They were done dancing. And that meant I could finally go get those cupcakes that had been calling my name since I had gotten in. I stood and walked to the table as inconspicuously as I could. And placed four of those wonderful delights on my plate. I could already taste them and I could feel their velvety goodness melting in my mouth. As I turned to go back to my chair (it was situated at the very back of the room, Antarctica so to speak), I almost bumped into someone. I looked up and saw him moving his lips. I didn't particularly care. I had one thing on my mind and it was these cupcakes. I found my way to my seat and settled myself. As soon as I bit into one of the cupcakes, my sister came to my table. Did you hear that? Wait let me phrase it correctly. My ALMIGHTY, PERFECT and ELEGANT SISTER came to the table of outcasts. She looked so awkward standing there and I had to hold in the urge to laugh. "I'm so glad you could come, Whitney." Gah! Whitney again. I had a perfectly normal and pretty name, Aria, but my mom and sister always called me by that old fashioned and ugly name. I looked up at Naomi and sent her a smile. If only she knew the amount of charming smiles,threats and promises that Will had had to give to make me come, she wouldn't be thanking me. Left to me, I would have been in the castle....heh castle... right now, walking aimlessly as I always did around its empty rooms. Nevertheless, I said, "Happy marriage Naomi. I hope you're happy." She sent me a clearly fake smile and walked away. I sighed and continued with my cupcakes. Another reason why I had come to the stupid wedding. Prince Will had told me I should indulge and since I was on that stupid diet since like a month ago, I had taken advantage of the offer. "Stop stuffing your face with those unhealthy things and stand up and dance. God knows you don't need the extra weight." Aw, it was the Bundle of Love also known as my mom. She had a way to make me feel special. "I'm almost done mom," I said, trying to finish the cupcake in my mouth and get to the last one. "Stop it you pig! Stand up now! And fix that stupid frown on your face. Argh, I told Naomi not to invite you," she groaned and I rolled my eyes. How nice to feel so welcome. It's not like I wanted to come anyways. I had much better things to do with my time. Besides, my kingdom awaited me. Nevertheless, I followed my mom's instructions, shooting a last wistful look at the cupcake sitting lonely on my plate. "I'll miss you cupcake, I'll love you forever," I whispered and blew it a kiss. I followed my mother to the dance floor where someone she had picked herself was waiting for me. I frowned. The guy looked like a creep if I didn't know one. And that smile on his face was doing nothing to influence my opinion. "Mom, I'm suddenly not feeling too fi–" I started but my mom interrupted me violently. "Shut your mouth Whitney! And don't embarrass me," she whispered then as soon as we reached Mr. Creep there, her expression morphed up into a charming and smiley one. It was freaky if you asked me. "Hello Noah. This is Whitney, the person I've been talking about all this while," she said, dragging me forward. I stumbled a little and shot the guy an awkward smile. I wonder what she could have possibly told him but then again, I did'nt care. "You can leave her with me, Hannah," he said, addressing my mother, "I'll take care of her." My mother left without a single word. I stared at Noah and smiled a little. He took me into his arms and I tensed. "I've heard so much about you, crazy b***h. And today I'm going to have my fun," he whispered with a smile and I widened my eyes. I tried to move away from him but it was futile. "Stop shaking," he said, then put one of his hands between us. He placed it on my chest and squeezed one of my boobs. I gasped and slapped his hand away. What the hell. "Stop it," I said seriously, trying to move his hand. But he didn't listen. The material of my dress was quite flimsy so he took advantage of it and pinched my n****e. I was acting on instincts. I put up my leg and kneed him violently in between his legs and the sound he let out was satisfying. He let go of me and let out a small scream. I could see the gazes of everyone on us now. And Noah was still holding on to his balls. "Oh my God, I think she broke my balls." I just smiled like a Looney person, whistled a tune,sashaying my hips more for effect and left him there groaning in pain. I could hear people whispering as I passed but I didn't care. I might have my flaws but that creep deserved it. Now....to find that last cupcake