killing Dave softly as he stared back without a word. It was the scariest sight I’ve ever seen and at that point, I wasn’t even breathing.
Margaret and Tilly watched in horror, as did the guests at the reception. Dr. Logan came running with her husband and stood there speechless at the debacle that just occurred. Dr. Joe approached me and I shook my head to leave me alone. He stepped back and stood near Margaret and Tilly. No one followed Dave.
Michael and I stared at Tilly and Margaret, then he grabbed my hand hastily and we walked out of the reception hall and walked towards the limo. Michael was so angry he was shaking. I released myself from his grip and sat in the limo.
The limo driver drove us to the John F. Kennedy airport. We were headed to Puerto Rico for five days. Michael couldn’t take off any more days than that. He was a lawyer with an agenda bigger than Donald Trump’s. I was really nervous because I had never been on a plane before and my stomach was in knots at the thought.
We sat quietly waiting to board the plane. I glanced around the airport. There was no security. No tall men with dark glasses to drag us out of here in case of an emergency. Just Michael and I. I had the feeling if someone was coming our way to harm us, we wouldn’t stand a chance get out of here safely.
Michael was distant and I could feel the tension between us. He didn’t look at me once as if I was the cause of the commotion at our reception. I picked up a magazine that lay on the seat next to us when suddenly our flight was called. We walked separately onto the plane. Michael walked ahead of me as if he were a single man and sat near the window. I was exhausted from being so stressed out at my own wedding, so I decided to ignore his childish behavior. I leaned my head back against the chair and glanced over at Michael who sat silently looking out of the window. He then placed his head on my shoulder, as if apologizing for being aloof and snuggled up beside me and closed his eyes. The stewardess announced our take off, Michael stood up startled, and we both buckled up. He then assumed the position again, and leaned back on my shoulder.
We took off and I felt the anxiety creeping up from my stomach to my heart. The muscles around my chest tightened as I tried to catch my breath. I grabbed Michael’s hand tightly. He squeezed my hand gently letting me know it was going to be okay. I felt the tightness in my chest subside a little. I let a sigh of relief and Michael looked up at me with his beautiful eyes. I smiled and then he placed his head against the seat and looked out of the window. Saying nothing was better than getting into an argument and I was content with that because I had had enough arguing for one night.
The plane ride was smooth. It gave me the opportunity to reflect on everything that had happened at the wedding and in the last year and a half of my life. I glanced out of the window and the sky was so dark and it seemed as if it swallow the stars tonight leaving a few lines of white cirrus clouds scattered about. I closed my eyes and started to think about how much my mother would have enjoyed the wedding minus the drama with Dave at the reception. I felt guilty because I haven’t had the chance to go to Pennsylvania to visit her gravesite. When I get back from our honeymoon, I’m going to Pennsylvania to visit my mother at the cemetery, I thought to myself. I stroked Michael’s hair gently and he opened his eyes for a moment and then closed them again. Those beautiful eyes were finally mine. Despite the drama, it felt so good to be Mrs. Michael Hunter. My new life was with Michael now. I was ready to take it on, no matter what drama was dragged in along with it.
As much as I wanted to move on, Dave’s words still haunted me. He wasn’t confused and he didn’t make a mistake. Something was wrong and he wasn’t being honest. By the
Margaret and Tilly watched in horror, as did the guests at the reception. Dr. Logan came running with her husband and stood there speechless at the debacle that just occurred. Dr. Joe approached me and I shook my head to leave me alone. He stepped back and stood near Margaret and Tilly. No one followed Dave.
Michael and I stared at Tilly and Margaret, then he grabbed my hand hastily and we walked out of the reception hall and walked towards the limo. Michael was so angry he was shaking. I released myself from his grip and sat in the limo.
The limo driver drove us to the John F. Kennedy airport. We were headed to Puerto Rico for five days. Michael couldn’t take off any more days than that. He was a lawyer with an agenda bigger than Donald Trump’s. I was really nervous because I had never been on a plane before and my stomach was in knots at the thought.
We sat quietly waiting to board the plane. I glanced around the airport. There was no security. No tall men with dark glasses to drag us out of here in case of an emergency. Just Michael and I. I had the feeling if someone was coming our way to harm us, we wouldn’t stand a chance get out of here safely.
Michael was distant and I could feel the tension between us. He didn’t look at me once as if I was the cause of the commotion at our reception. I picked up a magazine that lay on the seat next to us when suddenly our flight was called. We walked separately onto the plane. Michael walked ahead of me as if he were a single man and sat near the window. I was exhausted from being so stressed out at my own wedding, so I decided to ignore his childish behavior. I leaned my head back against the chair and glanced over at Michael who sat silently looking out of the window. He then placed his head on my shoulder, as if apologizing for being aloof and snuggled up beside me and closed his eyes. The stewardess announced our take off, Michael stood up startled, and we both buckled up. He then assumed the position again, and leaned back on my shoulder.
We took off and I felt the anxiety creeping up from my stomach to my heart. The muscles around my chest tightened as I tried to catch my breath. I grabbed Michael’s hand tightly. He squeezed my hand gently letting me know it was going to be okay. I felt the tightness in my chest subside a little. I let a sigh of relief and Michael looked up at me with his beautiful eyes. I smiled and then he placed his head against the seat and looked out of the window. Saying nothing was better than getting into an argument and I was content with that because I had had enough arguing for one night.
The plane ride was smooth. It gave me the opportunity to reflect on everything that had happened at the wedding and in the last year and a half of my life. I glanced out of the window and the sky was so dark and it seemed as if it swallow the stars tonight leaving a few lines of white cirrus clouds scattered about. I closed my eyes and started to think about how much my mother would have enjoyed the wedding minus the drama with Dave at the reception. I felt guilty because I haven’t had the chance to go to Pennsylvania to visit her gravesite. When I get back from our honeymoon, I’m going to Pennsylvania to visit my mother at the cemetery, I thought to myself. I stroked Michael’s hair gently and he opened his eyes for a moment and then closed them again. Those beautiful eyes were finally mine. Despite the drama, it felt so good to be Mrs. Michael Hunter. My new life was with Michael now. I was ready to take it on, no matter what drama was dragged in along with it.
As much as I wanted to move on, Dave’s words still haunted me. He wasn’t confused and he didn’t make a mistake. Something was wrong and he wasn’t being honest. By the
Similar Books
