Chapter 32: Wedding

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Water dripped. Lights buzzed. Footsteps echoed.

It took me a minute to open my eyes. It felt like the world was spinning, and the lack of light didn't help. I sat up on whatever I was lying on, my eyes darting around the room. Alarms went off in my head when I noticed that the room I was in had walls made of metal, and the door had three locks keeping it shut.

I ran over to it, scanning the limited area that I was allowed to see. The small window on the door had bars on it, not allowing my arms to go through it. I looked around, the fluorescent lights buzzing as if they needed to be repaired.Β 

And then I remember what had happened yesterday.

He grabbed me by my arms, pulling me out of the back of the van. I screamed for help even though nobody could hear me, and my heartbeat was so loud it felt like it was in my ears.

"H-how are you here?" I stuttered as he forced me around to the back of the house. "Miles hasn't been able to find you."

He didn't answer my question at first, unlocking the back door and forcing me inside the house.

He shut the door with his foot behind him, guiding me towards a staircase that leads to what I assume is the basement.Β 

"Miles was trying to fucking kill me," he spoke in my ear as we walked down the stairs. "He wanted me dead so badly that he set a fucking prison on fire. I escaped because I'm fucking smarter than him, and I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to get revenge on my son."

We reached the bottom of the staircase. The floor was concrete, the walls the same shade of gray. He walked me over to a steel door, pushing me inside before shutting it and locking it.

My body hit the cold floor, and his face stared at me through the window. I looked up at him, trying my best to mask my fear. He looked at me as a smile spread across his face as if he had just won a game.Β 

He told me, "Tomorrow is our big day, Alissa. Thanks to your father Lincoln, tomorrow we will get married and have a wedding that's unforgettable. Your father will be in attendance to walk you down the aisle, and don't you worry. I'll make sure that Miles is there to see the entire thing."

His words made my stomach drop, and a sick feeling washed over me. I spoke quietly, "How do you even know my dad?"

"Your dad is a shady man, but I'm sure you already know that. He and I worked together a little bit after I managed to escape, and I guess he kept my contact in case he ever needed me for something. But this is by far greater than I ever imagined," he smirked at his words as if he were proud to be saying them.

He took a step away from the door, "Now get some sleep, Alissa. You'll need it for our wedding tomorrow."

He walked away, his footsteps echoing off the stairs, making me feel both relieved and angry. I pushed myself up, hitting the side of my body into the door repeatedly. My arm started to ache from the force, and I let out noises of frustration.

I took a few steps away from the door, my breathing heavy. I looked around, noticing that there wasn't much in the room. There was a couch, a toilet that looked like it was from a prison, and a calendar hung on the wall.Β 

As I looked around, I couldn't fight back the hot tears that were forming in my eyes. My bottom lip quivered, causing me to bite it. My breathing got even heavier, and I knew my face was probably a shade of red.Β 

I walked over to the couch, laying down on it as the tears dripped out of my eyes. I cried to myself as I stared at the gray wall, wondering what I did wrong to deserve this.

What did I do to make my dad hate me this much?

Do I deserve this?

I cried until I had no tears left. My breathing was rapid, and I had to use my dress to wipe my cheeks. I brought my knees into my chest, crying myself to sleep.

I pounded my fists against the door, the sound of footsteps shuffling happening on the floor above me. My hair was messed up from sleeping, and I had no idea what time it was, if it was even the same day.

I continued to pound my fists but stopped when I heard the basement door open. Footsteps pressed against the stairs, and I prayed to myself that somehow it was going to be Miles.

"Morning, Alissa," his dad smirked at me. "Brought you breakfast."

He walked over to the door, tossing a granola bar through the bars. It hit the floor, and I just stared at it. He rolled his eyes once he realized I wasn't going to pick it up.Β 

"Fine, don't eat it. I'll be back down here in a few hours to get you ready for our wedding."

I snapped, "I'm not fucking marrying you. I would die before I said yes."

"We'll see about that, Alissa," he shrugged like he didn't believe me.Β 

He turned and walked back up the stairs. I watched him through the window, thinking about how I could get out of this. I walked back over to the barred window, trying to reach my arm through it.

I pulled it back once I realized I couldn't fit it through. I grabbed my hair frustratedly, walking back over to the couch. I laid back down on it, staring up at the flickering lights.

If Miles is there, he won't let this happen.

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"Get the fuck up," Alexander's voice pulled me out of the nap I didn't know I was taking.

I sat up, jumping, realizing he was standing directly in front of me. He looked down at me with a smile, "Are you ready to get ready for our wedding?"

"Didn't you kill your last wife?" I spat. "Why do you even want a new one?"

He crossed his arms, "I don't want a wife. You'll eventually die down here, too, after our wedding. I'm only doing this to see the look on Miles' face when he sees me with the thing he loves most in this world."

Puke rose in my throat. When he stepped to the side, I saw the white wedding dress that he had hung up for me. I shook my head, "No way I'm wearing that."

"You will wear it, Alissa."

"No, I fucking won't."

He pulled a gun out from his waistline, pressing the cold barrel against my forehead. I shrunk in fear, watching his finger that was resting on the trigger. He talked to me as if he were scolding a child, "Now, wear it, Alissa. No need to be difficult."

He removed the gun from my forehead, walking back over to the door. He told me, "I'll be back once I'm ready, and you better be in your dress."

He shut the heavy door behind him, a chill getting sent down my spine while I looked at the dress. I walked over to it, placing my hand on it.

When I said I wanted to get married, it wasn't like this.

But I stayed hopeful. There is no way that Miles is there and doesn't stop this.

I changed into the white dress, looking down at it in disgust. He left a hairbrush, too, so I combed out the knots that formed when I was sleeping.

The familiar sound of footsteps came from the other side of the door, and soon enough, it swung open. Alexander stood there in a suit and tie, his graying hair combed backward. Looking at him, I could see the resemblance in the hair and eye color to Miles. But their facial features were nothing alike.

He held his hand out for me to take, "Come on, Alissa. We have a wedding to host."

When I didn't take his hand, he grabbed me by my wrist, forcing me out of the room and up the stairs. He dragged me out of the house through the same door that I entered from, the van parked and waiting.

I was once again put in the back, feeling like a caged animal. I looked at the house, getting a good look at it as we drove off.Β 

The drive was short, but knowing that I never wanted it to end made it feel even shorter. After 10 minutes, we were parked outside of an abandoned church that looked like it hadn't been used in decades.

He parked the van, got out, and opened the back doors. The wind had no effect on my skin as if I were in shock.

We walked up the steps to the front door, and the wooden floor creaked beneath our feet. As we entered, I asked aggressively, "Who the fuck is even going to marry us? Who would marry somebody being forced into it?"

"Obviously, it's not a real wedding," he rolled his eyes. "It's just a fake one, to make Miles suffer through."

I felt a glimmer of hope for a second. I looked around, "Where's Miles? Is he here?"

"You'll see him soon enough," he brushed some hair out of my face. "I'll see you at the altar."

I stared at him with a confused expression as he walked away, entering a different room. I quickly turned and started running towards the door we entered from but was met with the chest of a person. As I stumbled back from the impact, my heart dropped seeing my dad standing there.Β 

He smiled at me, "Hello, Alissa. Did you miss me?"

His green eyes that I inherited from him felt like they were staring directly into my soul. His face didn't have an ounce of humanity to it, and it felt as if I were talking to something paranormal. My voice was shaky and quiet as I asked, "What did I do to make you hate me so much?"

Wedding music started to play from the room behind us, but I still stared at him and waited for an answer.

He looked down at me as if I had just asked a question that I should've known the answer to. He said bluntly, "You were born."

My heart felt like it was getting stabbed. He grabbed onto my arm aggressively and smirked, "Come on. Time to break Miles DiCaprio's heart."

He dragged me into the room playing music, and Alexander stood at the altar. He held a single flower in his hands and smiled at me, adjusting his tie.Β 

As I took my first step into the room, a figure became visible. Miles was sitting in the only chair in the audience, a black gag covering his mouth and metal chains wrapping around him. Once his eyes fell on me, he started using all of his strength to try and get out, but it was no use.

My dad forced me to walk down the aisle as Miles tried to scream words through the cloth. Once I reached the altar, Alexander grabbed onto my hands.

The music stopped, and Miles' words were muffled, "I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

His dad completed ignored him, forcing a smile at me. He spoke, "I, Alexander DiCaprio, take you, Alissa Gomez, to be my wife."

His hand went to the side of my face, making me recoil in disgust. He chuckled, "And I don't need you to stay it back because Lincoln here heard it. Didn't you?"

"I absolutely did," my dad lied.

"Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce us husband and wife," he leaned down into my face to kiss me, but I turned my face away from him. The sound of Miles trying to break out of the chains filled the room, and I felt my heart break for him.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder, his face a shade of red as he never stopped attempting to free himself. A single teardrop fell out of his eye, a sight that I never thought I'd see.

"How does it feel, Miles? Was trying to kill me worth it now?"

Alexander's words made Miles try to free himself even harder. His hand went to the back of my neck as he whispered in my ear, "Would you like to say goodbye to him? Because I promise on my life, you will never see him again."

A lump formed in my throat at his words. I nodded my head, and he removed his hand from my neck. He gestured towards Miles and said, "Very well."

I rushed over to Miles, wrapping my arms around him despite the chains on him. I hugged him tightly, and his head went into the crook of my neck. I removed the gag from his mouth, and he instantly started talking, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Alissa. I promise I'll get you and bring you home."

"Shhh," I forced a smile. "It's okay."

I hugged him again, and I whispered in his ear, "10-minute drive, small white house, large yard."

"Okay, that's enough. I'm going to puke," my dad spoke from behind me, grabbing me by my hair and pulling me backward.Β 

Alexander put his hand around my arm and spoke to my dad, "You'll make sure he gets out of here? I have a honeymoon to have."

"Mhm," my dad nodded. "Make sure it ends with her death."

His words made me feel sicker than I already felt. Alexander started pulling me out of the room, and Miles yelled louder than I'd ever heard, "You're both fucking dead! I swear that when I get out of here, you're both fucking dead!"

His voice became quieter and quieter as I got closer towards the door to leave.

As Alexander opened the door to the outside, I was able to hear the last thing that Miles yelled.

He called out to me, "I love you, Alissa. And the only way I won't come get you is if I'm dead."


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