I Was Never Yours - Episode 2
01-09-25 (05:06)
Fifty times. That was the number of times Noah had
called me in the past hour and also the number of
times I had hit the red button and cancelled his calls. A
part of me was dying as I did this to him but an even
larger part was already dead inside of me. A kind of
numbness had crept all over me and as a result of
that, I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. The shock had
been so great that it had rendered me incapable of
behaving the way a normal person would under the
circumstances.
I leant my head against the car window, pressing my
forehead against the cool glass to provide a reprieve to
my burning forehead. I was ill, a temperature of about
102 degrees and it was a miracle that I had still
managed to maintain some level of consciousness. I
couldn't tell him, I couldn't even look at him without
wanting to wrench my own heart out. What had
happened? How had this day gone from being so
perfect to becoming the biggest nightmare of my life?
I, Arianna Bell, was married to Zach Price, the Zach
Price who was supposed to marry my sister a few
hours ago. The thought made me want to hurl and the
one thing I wanted more than anything else was for
someone to wake me up. Any moment now, Olivia
would come yelling for me in my room, shaking me so
that I'd wake up and make her her favourite chocolate
chip pancakes.
It didn't happen, she didn't come and no one woke me
up. Olivia had abandoned me, left me to the worst of
fates and here I was in a car, married to the man who
was supposed to be her husband. I couldn't even dare
move my face towards him, in fear of the amount of
hate that I might see in his eyes. I had willingly
sacrificed my happiness for my family's sake but Zach?
Zach had been forced to do so; I had heard the
arguments, his parents trying to reason with him. In
the end his father had resorted to threatening to
disinherit him. I didn't even need to look at him to
know how much he resented me.
The car came to a halt outside a huge mansion, the
Price Mansion to be exact. I had been here a couple of
times with my family but never had the place looked
so daunting, so intimidating. It was engulfed in
darkness and as I peered out of the car window, I
realized that this was the welcome that was
specifically intended for me. Had the day gone as
planned and Olivia had arrived instead of me, there
would have been lights galore, celebration and an air
of festivity. I on the other hand brought with me
gloom and perpetual doom. The gates opened to let
the car in and I could feel the stare of the watchman
following my face as the car slowly made its way
inside. No sooner had we stopped that Zach sprang
from his seat, getting out and slamming the car door
behind him.
A migraine made its way to my head that coupled
with my burning fever didn't really help my condition. I
tried to move but my body felt too weak to even be
able to move a single muscle. The driver had noticed
my predicament and opened my door with a
concerned expression on his face.
"Are you alright Miss?"
I shook my head, a sharp pain shooting through it as I
did so. I gripped my temple and laid my head back on
the seat. Everything was starting to spin around me,
my eyes beginning to water. I distinctly heard the
driver call for someone before it all faded to black.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Will she be fine?" he asked and even in the state of
near unconsciousness that I was in, I scoffed. He didn't
care, the carefree tone of his voice made that obvious.
He'd left me in the car and now was putting on act for
God knows who.
"Well I've written down the required medicines and a
nurse will arrive shortly to stay with her as you
requested. I'm sure that when she wakes up, the
temperature will be considerably lower. There's no
need to worry, Mr. Price."
A doctor, I assumed and tuned them out. Couldn't he
just let me be? I'd prefer to be in this state forever
than to wake up and have to face reality. A reality in
which I was Zach's wife, a reality in which my sister
had left me to be fed to the sharks, a reality in which
my parents literally sacrificed me on the altar. Worst of
all, a reality in which there was no Noah.
A pain shot through my chest at the thought of his
name. Noah, Noah, Noah. Would he ever find out
about what happened to me? What would he think?
Would he hate me? I loved him so much, could he be
able to see that? The questions made my head hurt
and I felt the migraine come back with a vengeance.
My head felt like it was being crushed with the weight
of a thousand boulders and I couldn't hold it in any
longer. A low scream left my mouth and immediately I
felt someone rush into the room.
Zach hovered above me protectively and I shivered
inwardly at the size of him. He towered above me as I
lay on the bed, his features masked by the lack of light
in the room. I couldn't see the expression on his face;
was he angry, annoyed, worried?
"What's wrong Arianna?" he asked softly and knelt
beside the bed. He was near enough for me to smell
his cologne, an expensive one at that. Noah didn't
smell like that, not like rich people. He had his own
wonderfully warm scent. I quickly pushed the thought
out of my head.
"My head..." I managed to choke out in between the
spasms of pain that were now rocking my entire body.
"Here, take this. The doctor said it'd make the pain go
away."
Zach made me sit upright and noticed how disabled
the pain had made me. He made me open my mouth
and placed some pills inside it and then placed a glass
of water near my mouth, forcing me to drink. The
simple act of kindness was all it took for my inner guilt
to come back and haunt me.
Voluntarily or not, I had taken a place in Zach's life
that was never meant for me. I had invaded his world
without permission and he had to bear the brunt of
that. My sister, my own flesh and blood had ruined his
life because of her selfishness. He did not deserve
what he'd gotten.
After laying me down carefully on the bed Zach
walked out of the room, switching off the bedside
lamp as he left. The last thought that crossed my mind
before the sleeping pills began to take effect was how
unusual it was for someone to be so fond of the dark.
Not a single light illuminated his way as he walked out
so easily into the darkness. Is that how he perceived
his life to be now? Full of darkness, was there no room
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