Wedding Day

Amara

If you have any siblings you must be familiar with that line your mom always tells you when your sibling is annoying you.

Ignore it and it will go away.

However they never tell you that this sentence does not apply to being kidnapped by a potential murderer.

Now let me rewind time for a bit.

Preparations for a wedding was no joke, even if the wedding is basically all a lie.

Jason's parents wanted a big, extra wedding with everyone invited including the press. I didn't know if I could deal with that, but I would have to.

Today was the wedding day. My wedding day. The day that almost all girls wait for eagerly, but I dreaded that day. I woke up in a bad mood and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep, but obviously that couldn't happen.

Jason's parents had hired makeup artists and hairdressers for us and they were getting us ready, us being my mom, my future mother in law and Jason's sisters. Oh, and me.

My wedding gown was seriously larger than life. It took up a lot of space and it was the definition of extra. Normally, I would have loved that but this was too much.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I liked what I saw and I felt bad that I was getting ready for a wedding I didn't even want, but it was my decision and I had to stick up for it.

The makeup was natural, even though I usually like the extra look, but it brought out my characteristics. It made my eyes appear brighter and my lips appear more pigmented. My dark brown hair, which was now curled, fell down to my waist and for the first time I liked my hair.

"Sweetheart, you're so gorgeous" My future mother in law told me looking me up and down.

Honestly I felt bad because she was a really nice woman and she thought I loved her son.

"Thank you Mrs Scott" I said politely.

"Honey, just call me mother" She said with a sweet smile before walking away.

Next up to talk to me was my own mother.

"You still have time to back out" She whispered.

"Mom, accept the fact that I'm getting married.

"I'm sorry but I can't see you ruin your life. You look so beautiful and this isn't even real. I never imagined my daughter's wedding like this" She said getting emotional.

"Mom, don't worry. It will all be okay" I smiled at her and put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

"You're an angel" She said, "And that sometimes may not be a good thing. Don't let people take advantage of you and walk all over you" She said before looking down, "Even though I can't prevent it now"

A thought crossed my mind.

"Mom, you invited the Kingstons, right?" I asked.

"Well yes, they're our neighbors and family friends"

"Did you invite him too?" I asked as a thousand memories came flooding back

"I couldn't do otherwise sweetie. His parents insisted, I'm sorry" she said. She seemed to be feeling guilty.

"It's okay. I don't think he'll come anyway" I chuckled hoping he wouldn't.

"Everyone ready?" Mrs Scott asked excitedly.

We all nodded. It was time, time to face the music.

I had a private driver drive me to the church so they walked me to the car where the driver was waiting. I got in the back seat since the wedding gown was too big to fit in the passenger's seat.

"See you there honey" My mom said and everyone waved as I closed the door.

The church was probably a few minutes away from here and my heart was going a mile a minute.

I didn't want this, not at all, but I'd made my decision.

I tried to do breathing exercises to calm myself down. I did that everytime I had an anxiety or panic attack.

"How do you feel Miss Tanner?" the driver asked, "I see you've gotten a bit nervous" He said.

His voice was deep and intriguing so I tried to look at him through the mirror but I could only see the shades he was wearing.

Bad girl! You're getting married in a few minutes!

"I'm okay" I said with a nervous chuckle.

I looked out the window and noticed that I didn't recognize where we were.

"Um, are you sure this is the right way?" I asked him.

"Totally sure, Miss Tanner" He said.

"This is not the way to the church" I said getting paranoid.

"I know" He chuckled.

"Then why aren't you taking me there?" I asked giving him one last chance to prove his innocence.

Maybe he took a wrong turn and now he was just trying to find his way back.

"Because the way to the church is not the right way Amara" He answered casually.

My heart dropped.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked feeling panic take over me.

"I'm saving you from an awful life decision" He said.

"I don't need your saving!" I yelled, "Who are you?" I asked.

"I can't tell you that. I'm sorry"

I tried to open the door but it was locked.

"Let me out!" I said banging myself on the window as he drived casually.

"You're going to hurt yourself" He said after a sigh.

"Said my kidnapper" I mocked.

"I won't hurt you"

"Who are you!?" I yelled once again.

"Can you save the yelling and screaming for later? I'm driving and I don't want us to get in a car accident"

"Please let me go. Please, I'm begging you. I will do everything you want just drive me to the church"

"I want you to not marry that man so I am keeping you"

"I'm not a thing for you to keep. Please let me go, I have to do this" I  begged.

"You say you're not a thing for me to keep yet you were willing to marry a man for money. Willing to sell yourself. How could you do that?" He asked sounding a little too angry.

"How do you know that?" I asked getting angry too.

I was angry at him and myself. I was angry because he was right.

"I know more about you than you know about yourself Amara" He answered keeping his eyes on the road.

He never once looked at me. All I could see was his shades through the mirror.

"Are you a stalker? Were you stalking me this whole time? What do you want from me?" I asked eagerly.

"I'm not a stalker and you'll soon find out what I want"

His reply made me shiver. I had to prepare myself for the worst.

He said he won't hurt me, but I can't trust him, right?

I wanted to cry my eyes out. All this time I was overwhelmed with negative emotions because of the wedding and now this? This was too much. I broke down.

I felt tears running down my face and tried to keep quiet. I didn't want him to know I was crying. I didn't want him to know I was as scared as ever.

A sob escaped me accidentally and I saw him checking on me through the mirror.

"Fuck" He whispered but didn't say another thing.

I fell asleep after a few minutes.

Falling asleep in my kidnapper's car. What a great idea.

I hadn't gotten any sleep last night. I kept thinking of the wedding and how miserable my life would be. Silly me, I couldn't have imagined what was actually in store for me.