Forget a husband and pick a bodyguard

So, let me fill you in, in my misfortune and the confusion that arose in my life which was Damon after the accident. My claiming husband.

He could cry it out as many times as he could but, still his explanation on how I married him and went away to live with Trevor wasn't making any sense to me. That's so cliché.

I may have been drunk at that time but hey! That's thing is huge. How can I forget a husband and pick a 'bodyguard'?. That's plain crazy.

As I said before, I was heart broken that day of my first meeting with Trevor which was the same day we got married actually and lost my v-card. Wasn't I epic?.

Maybe it's one of the reasons my marriage failed. We never leave time to know one another before jumping into the hurrah hurrah of forever. It was a rush of adrenaline while now, looking back I could clearly tell that I was just out of my mind.

So here it goes...

I was sad and all empty inside because I had to send my baby twin sister, the jewel of the family and my best friend, Antonia, off on her wedding day, kissing her goodbye before she boarded a plane to her honeymoon with no one other than the man who went by the name dushbag six months before to a knight in a shining armor a.k.a her husband, Troy.

I wasn't hurting like how my ex friends said. I was actually numb. I felt so much empty and I needed an escape from that feeling. It was better to feel something, anything really but that emptiness feeling like you're missing a piece of your soul? Trust me, not a great feeling.

So, I called my friends to hang out after I made sure Antonia was safely flying. I needed some distractions and they had to suffice.

Remember how I said my friends were so shitty? Well, that was the day I saw their true colors. How they perceive me.

Just because it was at my request I had to pay for their outfits, car gas, their time wasted with me plus the drinks and like a fool and lonely ass I was I did them all with a sound mental health.

It wasn't something to dwell on with me because I was rich. I had the mindset of 'If I could and you're my friend then, I would', I had some money from our parents plus I was an architect in a well paying company. My life was blooming.

It's still a mystery to me on the work mechanism of any relationship. How does friendship even operates? You can love and cherish a person but only to get stabbed in the back in the end without another thought. And that's what happened.

The same friends I was slaving away for, providing for, Hiding my sexuality for, changing my style for, reducing my standards for... betrayed me.

I walked in on them mocking me.

Was it my fault to go to the bathroom between drinks? Or did I take too short a time to return?

I didn't want to hear them but, for some reason I stood there, glued to my feet, holding my breath not making any sounds with my heart bleeding out of my chest.

"Am I wrong?" I heard Levis say in an amused voice.

"Nah, he's really just a stupid rich kid" Agreed Adam, who I thought was my best friend among all of who I thought were my friends.

"Don't forget desperate, that dude would do anything just for your time of day " Came Robby's voice with a chuckle.

"Like who would want to spend time with a sad chip like him?" Levis chirped with a scoff.

"Not me! I'm just here for some free meat and beer!" Said Travis making others laugh aloud.

"Like seriously he's so much a pussy! 'My sister left me?'. Who does that?" Adam said imitating my crying voice.

"That's a sad chip for you, okay!" Supplied Levis laughing his butt off followed by the other.

The best thing I did for them was bring them together. They wouldn't have known each if it wasn't for me. A sad chip.

It was three years before the accident. I was a naïve. I was just some dumb youth who didn't know any better. That was the first time I knew that love could be faked. I couldn't gather any strength in me to face them and chance some confrontations. I wasn't built that way.

I was a rainbow according to my mom, A ray of sunshine to Antonia, The cute dynamite to my Dad. I used to have it all.

I wanted to run from there.

Antonia was right I was never good with solving anything on my own. I run and that time was no different.

I was so hurt. So down to my last hope of making connections with people. My first person to call was Antonia whose phone went straight to voicemail and that crushed me more. She was already married. Got her own life with her new bestie while I was on the toilet's floor crying pathetically before I heard some pleasured groans from the toilet next to mine.

Pain forgotten, curiosity piqued. I love hearing a man pleasuring himself. And for it to be live? All the better.

I stood up and opened my door very carefully so as not to startle him. I was determined to see the man who turned me on.

There's something about the husky pleasured groans if I wasn't gay before I sure was then. I tiptoed to the door and peeked on the handle holes. That was dumb because, I couldn't see shit. I cursed in frustration.

After taking forever to decide my next action, I decided to return to the toilet I got out from so, I could enjoy the service in peace but, No!.

Just when I held the handle I felt a hand grabbing mine and dragging me to the toilet forcibly before locking behind it, and just like an idiot the masterbating guy next door kept on screaming for release when I didn't even got to touch my hard twitching dick between my legs. So unfair!

"Now, look at what you've done!" I yelled at the intruder, turning to the man who thought grabbing my hand was something he could afford.

Wrong move.

I was startled out of my body. I didn't need a mirror to see my pale face from fear because, I felt it turning ice cold with goosebumps all over my body. I was kind of tipsy but, I was pretty sure that the man was covered in blood pointing his bloody sharp knife at me.

I always hates sharp objects.

I nodded obediently before I opened my mouth to scream the fear away only to get his dirty blood smelling hand on my mouth and the other holding the knife on my adam apple. Rude!.

It wasn't a matter of 'almost' that act literally got me peeing on my pants. I'm not proud.

We stood there frozen for some seconds, I didn't know about him but, I was stunned by what I've done before, I saw him looking down to my wet gray jeans and up to my frozen face then, he laugh lightly. I frowned at him.

Who did he think he was to laugh at my despair when he was the cause of it?.

Before I went on to give him a piece of my beautifully created mind we heard some rustles outside, men shouting in a foreign language but curses were so in my language. They were frustrated to the maximum, I could tell.

The man must have read my mind because he increased his strength on the knife making me feel that cold knife on my neck. I whimpered.

"Hide me" Said the man in a foreign accent which drew me in.