The Turbulence?? (#1 in the Our Side of The Dice series)

31: The Day of Doom.

Still, I know I wouldn't have been able to utter a word if he didn't even threaten me. The pain and the fear of losing him to the shackles of imprisonment were too great for me to foster the entire process in the way that I had to.

"Come on now, we should go to the hall. Your guests are waiting, " Mrs. Karen smiled. "You deserve to be celebrated in the grandest of ways my best because I know the previous year had been tough on you emotionally so please accept my little gesture of kindness."

"Little? This is nowhere near little, " I locked my arms in hers ( since she compelled me to do so) as we exited the dressing room. I couldn't dislike Mrs. Karen for everything she was doing even if it was extreme. She cared about me and wanted me to happy more than anyone cared for me to be but I just wasn't in the position to appreciate her properly.

The hall was moderately decorated with chandeliers ornate and dimly lighted. There was a miniature sycamore tree situated in the center of the hall with a little ray of light from the very top of the building, shining down on the tree like the travesty of a glasshouse.

The guests were dressed in outfits that were not as 18th century themed as hers.  Many of the guys wore two and three pieced suits, not tailcoats and hats while the ladies wore sequin and sequenced dresses; the likes that one could wear for a prom does not dress that required chemises and literal breathtaking corsets.

I wanted to throw a death glare in Mrs. Karen's way but refrained from doing so when it dawned on me that Mrs. Karen would be the one doing that eventually.

She urged me to mount the stage so I could say a few words to address my guests. Holding the microphone made me more anxious than I had imagined. My attempt at imagining the guests as candy floss to make my speech easier to deliver went futile.

All that raced through my mind were the expressions that were going to be on their faces once the truth spread like wildfire. Their smiles would be gone. My world would crumble and become utterly dark. No one would want to associate with the girlfriend of a rapist.

It wasn't like people associated very much with me in the first place but it wasn't out of proportion. At least they didn't avoid me. It was very terrifying.

I tried to get the image out of my mind but I had a hard time trying and Mrs. Karen noticed. I hoped she would be considerate enough to understand that I didn't need to address the public simply because I was the celebrant.

Luckily she did, so she stepped up and took the mic. Sighing with relief, I stood beside her on the stage so it wouldn't seem as though, I was shying away. At least, it shouldn't be obvious.

"My girl is a bit overwhelmed which is okay so I..."

Mrs. Karen's voice faded away like a distant siren from my hearing when I saw Zion amid the crowd, dressed in a black suit, looking handsome like never before with a wine glass resting leisurely between the fingers of his left hand and his right hand shoved inside his trouser pockets.

Our eyes met. His face was gaunt and decided. Like there was no going back. Nothing I can do to make him change towards me or start loving me. I despised what had become of our relationship as siblings because I had no idea that it was going to get to the level of deterioration.

Now of all times was the worst for me when. He was the only person I could rely on at a time like this but he doesn't care anymore and wouldn't even be on my side if he finds out about my atrocity.

When I felt like tears were going to fall down my eyes, I looked away into the distance and my gaze just happened to be focused on the direction of a door and immediately I regretted looking in that direction.