Forced Marriage with the Mafia

Alicia

I open my eyes to my dimly lit room, it was already 6 am in the morning. A smile crept on my face knowing what the day was.

It was my Wedding Day, it was my day. I was finally getting married to the man I love, to the man that makes my heart thump.

I have had thought about this for so long and how perfect my Wedding day would be. For months I have been making arrangements to have the best wedding in Town, my parents had invited all the elites in the town and my wedding was already the talk of the town.

Pulling the curtains and opening the windows, the morning air hit me like a wave, I took a full breath in to energize myself for the day I was going to have then began to admire the scenery in front of me. The trees, the beautiful garden, the sound of the birds chirping, everything looked so beautiful that I couldn't hold it in. I wanted to scream, I had held it in for a while, the excitement was choking me know it was my wedding and I really wanted to tell everyone, to brag about. Okay I may be coming off a little too excited.

"It's my Wedding day" I screamed so loud I could feel my lungs collapsing.

"Shut up" a neighbor yelled from the next house across the street but I didn't mind. I had said what I wanted to say and I was not going to let anyone bring me down.

The first rays of the sun reminded me of the gorgeous wedding dress right beside me, I wanted to touch it but I felt my hands were to filthy to touch such a magical dress Then I heard a knock on the door which woke me from my thoughts.

"My dear, you haven't taken a shower yet" My mother said to me with a strict look on her face. Her hair was neatly done matching with her beautiful milky skin, she had a frown on her face but that did not dim her beauty.

"I will get ready now" I replied with a smile. I had gotten so carried away by the feeling of getting married that I had actually forgotten to wash up.

She grabbed my face in a rush and squeezed my plump cheeks, I can't believe my daughter is getting married, you are so grown up now" tears streamed down her eyes.

"Mom, are you crying?

Don't cry please, if you cry then I will cry" I pleaded with her. I didn't want a drop of tears to be shed on my wedding day, not even tears of joy. I believed crying was only meant for bad things and I was supposed to be happy most especially today which was my day.

"Oh okay, I won't cry.

Just have a shower and I will tell Monica to come over" she said slowing retracting from me, the door closed and I dashed towards the bathroom in no time.

Minutes later I was already out, I could feel the cold going up my spine,

"Damn, I need some heat" I cursed to myself.

Glancing once more at the dress I was about to wear, I felt proud. I was going to walk down the aisle in this beautiful dress to the man I loved.

A knock came on the door and Monica walked in.

"Do you need help in putting on your dress?" she politely asked.

Monica had always been kind and supportive and her sweet little voice made it easy for people to agree to whatever she said. I may have wanted to be the only one to touch my dress but I did need a little help.

"Yes please" I replied,I didn't want to ruin my perfect dress.

The dress fitted perfectly and I was thrilled about it, months ago it was a dress that was too thin for me but after losing 15 pounds from starving myself for six months, it finally paid off and I was proud of myself. It was a dress that John had picked out himself.

"Its...

I'm speechless"

I raised my head to stop tears from streaming down my ears, I had promised myself that I would not cry and I was going to stick to it but the dress was so perfect on me that I got too happy leading to tears.

Monica sat me down on the bed and began with my hair.

"I can't believe you are getting married to John, you have had the biggest crush on him since high school" she said trying to avert me from crying.

I suddenly thought about what she said and realized that I was living the fantasy of a twelve year old me, I have had a huge crush on John and chased after him, right now I am getting married to him. I couldn't be more happy about it.

"I know, this is a dream come true" I added with a cute smile. Grinning too much would turn my smile into a vicious grin and I didn't want to look like the grinch on my wedding day.

"Honey, I can't find Rachel anywhere, I have searched the whole house and she isn't picking up her calls either" I could hear my mother's voice from the door.

"Is she supposed to be the maid of honour?" Monica voiced out the obvious.

"Yes dear but she is nowhere to be found"My mother grunted.

'How could she be missing on my wedding day' I thought to myself. She was just as excited about my wedding as I was and yet she wasn't present to be a part of it.

"Did she leave any note or message?" I asked in a slight panic realizing that I didn't have a maid of honor.

"No" She shook her head.

"Oh my God" I stood up now being consumed with fear.

"I had no maid of honour" I freaked out openly,

"Relax honey, I will do something about it" Mother tried to calm me down but my breathing was already uneven.

"If you want, I can be your maid of honor" Monica spoke and I immediately felt this huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

I took her hands in mine and gave her the cutest eyes I could bring forth.

"Really, you would do that for me" I asked almost crying but held it back.

"Yes" she nodded and I couldn't be more happier.

"Thank you so much" I hugged her in happiness.

"Okay, now that is solved. Let's get back to getting ready for the wedding.

Thank you Monica for saving us" Mother said as left the room to take care of other things.

Two hours later and I was ready for my wedding, I sat in the waiting room watching the video of all the guests swarming into my wedding Hall, old friends, teachers, family, business partners, the whole town was there for my wedding. They were all present to see me get married to the man of my dreams.

To the one I would refer to as the perfect man.

I could see my parents greeting every guest that walked in and I was filled with joy. My father may not have been fine with me marrying John but he would do anything to make me happy.

An hour has passed and John had not arrived yet, I could feel tension in my body, my hands and feet were getting sweaty that I had to take of the shoes.

"Where is he?" I asked myself. He was supposed to at the Hall thirty minutes ago but there was no sign of him.

I carefully took off the veil on my head and moved closer to the screen hoping I would see him walk in and all my fear would disappear.

"Where is HE?" I asked myself the second time. Thirty minutes had passed again and there was no sign of the groom, there was no sign of my Man.

Where exactly could he be, How dare he be late to our wedding.

"Late" I picked up the word from my thoughts, maybe he might be running a little late, it could be traffic or the car had a little accident.

"Please"

I didn't know when I began pleading but I knew I was so close to crashing on the floor, I was now facing one of my biggest fear. Anybody that walked into that Hall got my hopes high making me think it was my John.

"What is going on?" I asked myself. My lungs was actually collapsing but not because of lack of air but began I was trying to breathe in as most air as possibly. My breathing was more than uneven, my face was dripping in sweat and the room was getting smaller.

"Where is he" I yelled.

"Where is he?"

Pacing back and forth in my wedding dress wasn't a bright idea but who cared anyways, it was my wedding day but my groom was nowhere to be found. I searched my purse for my phone and trying calling him but his phone was switched off.

'How could his phone be switched off when I am here frantic"

The door to the room opened and I rushed to whoever it was only to be met with my father's gloomy face.

"What is it?" I asked dreading for my life.

"Honey, he uhmmm"

"He what?" I yelled at my father for the first time in my life.

"He is..."

"He is gone" he said.

"What!"

"What do you... what do you mean he is gone" I stuttered.

"We can't find him anywhere, we reached out to his parents and they can't get in touch with him either and that only means"

"Don't" I stopped my father before he could utter the next words. I didn't want to believe what he was about to say. John would never do that to me, he would never abandon me on my wedding day, on our wedding day.

I took three steps backwards allowing everything to replay in my head, trying to see if I could put the old pieces together, maybe there was something that I missed. I tried so hard but I still couldn't get anything. I was now a mess, I was looking like a mess and my whole wedding was a mess.

"My dear, maybe this is for the best" he added moving closer to me.

"Don't say that Father, don't you dare say that to me. I know that you may not like John but I love him".

A thought struck into his head and I stared at him furiously.

"Did you do anything to him, please tell me now and I will forgive you?. Bring my Husband to me and I will let everything go" Peter, My father looked so shocked that he couldn't utter a word.

I had gotten so delusional that I thought my father had something to do with the disappearance of my husband, a lot of things flashed through my head.

My head ached like crazy.

"What are you talking about, I would never do that to you. I may not like him I would not do anything to ruin the happiest day of your life" he replied.

"Then where is he?" I asked him gripping his hand tightly.

"Do you think something bad happened to him" just the thought of it made my heart ache more. Could my poor John be in danger, could that be the reason he couldn't make it to our wedding.

"Do you think he was kidnapped or laying in a ditch somewhere, do you think someone has hurt him" all sort of bad thoughts crept into my head and my father was already seeing me as a crazy bitch.

"Honey I think you need to calm down" he answered with no harm inflicted but there was no way I was going to calm down at a time like this.

My eyes widened as I stared at him, he realized he had made a mistake by what he said, his eyes turned into fear.

"Dont you dare tell me to calm down, I am a bride at a wedding with no groom. I have no idea where my groom is and I cannot come up with anything. There are several guests in that hall waiting for my wedding to start and I have got nothing. So don't you dare tell me to calm down Dad" I screamed at him causing the guests to look our way.

Christy, my mother had tried her best to keep the guests at bay but it was already four hours and nothing was happening. No one would be stupid enough to think that the wedding was going to happen. The looks of pity on their faces as they looked at me made me feel terrible. Each guest kept leaving one by one and I didn't know if I should stop them or not.

"I am going to look for him"

I made a decision.

"What!, you don't even know where he might be" Peter tried to stop me.

"I don't care I will search the whole of Athens for him"

I pulled up my 2 pounds of white cotton dress and made my way to the entrance when I met John's parents.They were dressed in casual clothes.

I reached out to grab Mrs Malachi but she pulled her hand away, I could boldly see a smirk on her face but I chosed to ignore it and be polite even though I wanted to scream at their faces demanding where their son was.

"Mr and Mrs Malachi, please where is John. It has been four hours and there is no sign of him" I asked, my hands shaking, I was about the hear the worst news of my life because nothing good could come from the family of a groom missing at his own wedding, who knew if John was in the hospital or probably dead.

"Well, John is gone. He has left the country" Mr Micheal reported.

I was as if I was struck by lightning as I stood in a daze, I couldn't comprehend what he had said.

"What?" I whispered.

"He left you" Mrs Malachi said.

My head felt light and I could see stars hovering around until I was met with this sudden darkness.

An hour later,

I open my eyes and was met with my mother's face, my head was right on her lap while she sat on the bench.

"What happened?" I asked,

"You fainted"

"Where is John?" I asked hoping he would arrive.

The silence brought me back to reality, I sat back on the bench staring at my wedding dress, a dress that was once my dream, my bliss has now become my biggest nightmare.

Suddenly a taxi stopped right in front of me,

With no thoughts in my head than to get away from my wedding, I rushed towards it, pushing the passenger to the ground, I sat down hurriedly and slammed the door, half of my dress was still outside the car but I didn't care.

"27 Broadway street and step on it" I ordered him.

He tried to argue with me but when he saw the mascara lines on my face indicating that I had been crying and the wedding dress, he sealed his mouth shut and stepped on it.

Looking at the mirror, I just realized that I was crying, I was too occupied with my thoughts that I didn't know tears were streaming down my face.

"No, I can't cry" I said to myself, it was my wedding day and i had made a promise not to cry.

The taxi arrived at the location and I ran towards the apartment by the left, Surprisingly it was locked, I began banging the door hoping that John would open the door.

Whatever reason he had, I was okay with it as long he was present and agreed to marry me.

"John open the door please, I know you are in there" I said.

"John Please, please tell me what I did wrong, you don't need to hide from me like this.

After minutes of knocking, I gave up and sat down on the front porch, the wedding dress was now feeling heavy on my skin and my body was lighter. It was as if I had lost weight in a few hours.

Observing the tears at the ends of my dress, i knew I couldn't sit down there for long so I began searching for ways to get in when I found an open window.

I squeezed my way into the house and ended up in the kitchen. It was sparkling clean like a new house should be. John had never been that clean.

"John" I called out climbing the stairs, I could hear echoes of my voice as I kept calling. The door to his room was open and I made my way in, everywhere was totally empty. His closet was empty, all his clothes were gone, the bed was missing. It was just a big Empty Room.

'It was true' I reasoned.

What Mr Malachi had said was true, JOHN WAS REALLY GONE.

I tried to stop the tears from flowing down my eyes but this was as far as I could do.

"How could he do this to me, how could he leave on our wedding day"

"What have I ever done to deserve this"

Not in my wildest dreams did I think that John would leave me on my wedding day, all I dreamed about was us living happily together but all that was shattered. I was broken, I could even pick up the pieces of myself on the floor because they were too heavy then my tears dropped and made them drown. I dropped to the ground crying.

IT WAS ALL OVER.

John had left me on our wedding day, I had thought that today was going to be my happy day, a day that would mark the beginning of my happiness, a day that I would always tell my kids about how I married the man of my dreams but rather it had turned into a NIGHTMARE, a nightmare that will haunt me forever.

The man I was madly in love with left me on my wedding day, it would have been okay if he had been dead or lying in a ditch somewhere but for him to leave me without any sign or reason whatsoever.

"It hurts".

Alicia pov

I woke up the next morning feeling the chills, the window was wildly open and so was the door which had been open all night. I could barely feel my legs as I laid on the cold floor, it was as if blood had stopped flowing to that region and it felt heavy.

Part of my dress was still wet like I had been crying in my sleep.

I know it was kind of wrong but being in a room that I had once shared with John made me miss him.

NO, I should be angry about it, I should get mad, he left me at our wedding without a word.

Barely able to stand up, I stumbled back to the ground in pain, my whole body was in pain but it wasn't as painful as what my heart was going through at the moment.

I had never been so heartbroken in my life, it felt so real like I could rip my heart out and fix it myself but I couldn't do that otherwise I would be dead, maybe it was because I had dedicated my whole life to one man, all I had ever dreamed of was him and being with him that it hurt so much.

He was the love of my life.

Tears began to roll down my eyes and I refused to stop them, I thought if I let them all out then my heart wouldn't ache as much as it is now, I could feel it crushing against the thick walls of my body hoping for something to set him free from all that pain.

Taking a step at a time, I slowly stood up facing the empty room I was in, my head was hung low like I was embarrassed.

Ofcourse I was ashamed, I was a bride who was abandoned at her wedding and is now in her fiancée's room crying.

I used to be the talk of the town because I was marrying my high school crush of which everyone thought we would never be together but I proved them wrong when we announced the wedding.

Everyone complimented me for being able to get married to him but now it was different, they were all mocking me. It was as if I could hear the whispers, the mean things, the mocking things they were saying about me.

"You deserve to die" I could hear a whisper within me.

"There is nothing to live for, you cannot handle the shame" the voice spoke again and I was more convinced. After what had happened to me, I was nowhere near being strong, I had no one to lean on. The one person I thought would always be there for me was actually the one who left me.

I ran out the room almost tripping down the stairs, I could hear a tear from my dress but that was not my concern, I pulled the door knob to the door and walked outside.

I found my car outside and realized that my parents left it there for me.

It was a way of them telling me to 'Come Home' but I couldn't do that. I couldn't face them after I had humiliated the family, I was a lost cause and I didn't deserve to live anymore.

"Hey, isn't that he bride he abandoned" I heard a neighbor say and he didn't care if I had heard it or not.

I got into the car in speed wishing and hoping that I would get into an accident that something would kill me at a blow but it was as if fate was against me until I arrived at my usual hiking spot.

More like it was OUR USUAL HIKING SPOT, stepping out of the car, there was so many glances on me. I guess I was the crazy lady who went hiking in a wedding dress, as I took steps up, I was reminded of memories of John and I. The little kisses we had, the holding hands, and the races, they were all fond memories that I cherished so much.

Finally making it to the top of the cliff,

"Yes baby" the screams John would make when he had made it to the top filled my head. I didn't know when I began smiling but I knew I looked like witch giggling at the top of the cliff in her wedding dress. I wanted to cherish those memories but at the same time I wanted John to disappear from my memories for hurting me this much.

In a few minutes the scenery was empty and I couldn't find anyone,

'Ofcourse there would be no one to stop me when I want to take my life' I muttered to myself. Was this earth's way of telling me I was done for.

I took steps moving closer to the edge of the cliff, my life was over, everything about me was over. Looking down I could barely see the ground because of the great height and how dark it was.

Was I really going to do this?.

I thought once again.

"Loser, pathetic sorry bitch" the voice came again and I felt so sorry about myself. Standing there for minutes, I thought about how this used to be my happy place with John and now it was going to be a place where I die.

"Will he even feel guilty knowing that I died at out favorite spot?" I questioned once again.

"Do it and find out?" the voice whispered.

"Do you need a push" a voice said from behind me.

"No" I replied in haste.

Then I paused, that wasn't my inside voice, that was an actual voice. Who could dare to ask such a question to a person who was about to die. I knew I was supposed to mind my business and think about jumping off but I had to see.

I turned back and was met with a pale green eyes staring intensely at me, when the sun shone on him for a second and I got a glimpse of his face, I was shocked . I had never beheld such beauty before. His long black hair breezing in the wind while mine was just still greasy, maybe a little itchy.

I could see his skin from the unbottoned portion of his shirt and I could tell that his skin was soft and super silky.

'Was I checking a man out when I was about to die?" I thought to myself and shook my head.

It was as if his eyes were calling me and I raised mine to meet his, his stare made my body burn, could he really see through my dress?, has my constant tears made my dress transparent?, he kept staring at me like I was this petite and fascinating thing before him.

I pulled myself together and turned forward, I was here to kill myself and not check him out.

After five minutes, I could still feel a stare on my body, I turned back and saw him still standing at the same spot folding his arms. Was he watching to see if I would do it?,

He must be really crazy.

Not able to take the staring anymore, I open my lips and uttered something.

"Do you mind?" I asked for the privacy that i very much deserved. He looked at me as though telling me that I wouldn't do it and then walked away in a path that I had never seen anyone go down before.

I never even thought that path existed, I watched him disappear and felt like I should check that path out for myself, so I took one step backwards.

As I followed the path he had used earlier, it got darker as I wandered until I was met with a dark cave.

"Please Boss, please don't kill me" I heard a voice and I quickly hid behind a tree. I could vaguely see a man kneeling in front of another man, I could recognise the man standing in front of him with a gun to his head, it was the man from earlier.

"What is going on?" I asked myself.

"I swear that I didn't betray you" the man kept on pleading, he held unto his shoes crying his heart out, for a minute, I felt his pain, I could see myself begging my mother-in-law but of course she would push me to the side like a trash doll.

"You have the guts to lie to my face" the man with the green eyes responded.

I know I was taking pity on the man on his knees but he suddenly wiped his eyes and began to smile.

"I thought you would fall for that, well I guess I am not a good actor afterall" he answered and got on his feet cleaning himself up.

"Well wait are you waiting for? I know you cannot kill me, I am the closest you have to a family. You cannot kill what is left of your family and if you tried, you know the consequences of what would happen.

So go ahead, pull the trigger, I would like to see you try" he continued, provoking the man with the gun.

His choice of words made him aim the gun closer to his head, I got so scared that he might shoot that I began praying for the man's life.

"I knew you couldn't hurt me" the young man uttered and waltzed away.

"Bang" I heard and I screamed in shock. I watched the man drop to the ground dead after he got a hole in his head.

I couldn't move as I felt my hand were stuck together and my feet couldn't move either.

"He shot him" I muttered to myself shaking my head, why did I have to stay to watch such a gruesome scene. I covered my lips and tried to raise my head up but the green-eye man was nowhere to be found.

"Could he have heard me?" I muttered to myself.

"You shouldn't be here" a voice said from behind me and I instantly froze. I didn't need to turn to see who it was.

"Look at me" he ordered, his voice domineering as he spoke different from what I heard before.

I shook my head refusing to look at him when he twisted my head in force, I was now face to face with him.

"What do I do with you?" he asked raising the gun, when I saw the deadly weapon that could take one's life, I couldn't think of anything else.

"You killed him" I whispered and quickly covered my mouth to avoid a reaction from him but who was I kidding, he heard me and his eyes darkened before me.

"You must be blabber mouth, I guess I can't let you go now" he said and before I knew it, I was knocked in the head with the gun.

A few minutes later, I could see myself floating in the air but I could see past the black round shaped buttocks moving in front of me.

"Great ass" I...