The Marriage That Didn't Stay in Vegas (BWWM Romance)

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locked up in a room upstairs,” Xena said. 
                  I walked past her and headed upstairs.  I wasn’t sure if she was being facetious or serious because her face held a very blank expression. She didn’t look mean, but she wasn’t smiling either. 
                  I stripped down to my tank and panties before sliding deep under the covers.  I drifted off into a deep sleep quickly.  I was standing in front of the movie theater in Vegas.  There was a mannequin in the ticket booth, holding a ticket for a showing for "A Patch of Blue."  I got the ticket out of the mannequin's hand and went inside of the theater.  There were mannequins behind the counter and there were even some inside the theater.  Some were coupled up and some were by themselves.  The theater was packed. 
                  I saw an empty seat in the dead center of the theater. I walked down the crowded row to get to the empty seat.  The closer I got, the more I realized that the person sitting next to the open seat was a real person.  It was Xavier. He was smiling widely at me.  I sat down next to him.
                  He pulled me into a kiss but then all of a sudden, he stiffened. I pulled back to see what was the matter.  Xavier was now a mannequin; the mannequin wore all of Xavier’s clothes.  I shook him hard and then, the whole scene had disappeared. Everything turned black- pitch black.  I screamed and screamed for help, but no one came. 
                  “Phoebe! Wake up! Wake up, baby!”  I was jerked and pulled away from the pitch-blackness into the shadows of Xavier’s bedroom. 
                  I could see dim lights coming from the hallway.
                  “Momma, turn on all the lights!” Xavier told her frantically.
                  “X,” I sighed.
                  “I’m right here. Open your eyes for me.”
                  I heard Xavier, but I couldn’t find him.
                  “Phoebes, open your eyes, baby. Look at me. I’m right here.”
                  I reached for his voice and found him.  When I opened my eyes slowly, he was cradling me with the covers tucked around me.
                  “There you go.” He kissed my sweaty forehead.
                  “How long has she been having night terrors?”  His mother asked.
                  I didn’t hear Xavier respond to her.  I heard water running, then someone placed a cool towel on my head; it felt so good. Xavier gave me a few quick pecks on my lips.  I was so exhausted that I could barely move.  I focused on the room now, and all the sisters were there and their father.  Mini sat on the bed with Xavier and me.  I focused on her face.
                  She smiled at me and asked, “You think you can eat something?”
                  I shook my head.  I was still a little shaken up from the nightmare. 
                  “What scared you?” Xavier asked.
                  “We were in the theater, watching ‘A Patch of Blue’, but everyone else there was a mannequin.  And, then you turned into a mannequin… and everything went pitch black. I couldn’t see a thing. I couldn’t find you anymore.”
                  “I swear, I’ll never leave you alone again,” Xavier promised me. 
                  None of them probably knew what those words meant to me.  But, even I didn’t even trust the words that were coming out of his mouth now.  Xavier and I both knew this wasn’t going to work and this was nothing but a charade for his family.  I was about sick and tired of all this pretending, and I just wanted to be left alone.  I pulled away from Xavier and snuggled up to a pillow.  I buried my face in it and sobbed continuously. 
                  I heard the shuffling of

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