It had been 7 whole days
7 unbelievably long days
7 brain boggling, heart mutilating, never ending, devastatingly long days.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He weighed his options, he took 7 whole days to completely analyze the situation, overestimate the repercussions and prepare himself for the worst case scenario, IF they were ever caught.
Bianca Rose was more important than any repercussions, so it was just a chance he had to take. He could not stay away from her for another second! He would pop if he did, he would go completely insane-
'Nuttsville city on the top of a building, blowing bullets on an unsuspecting crowd!!!'
He tried his hardest, he really did, he spent all his time trying not to think of her, or that night at The Rouge, he was even trying to spend more time with Brittany. She was the only one he knew that irritated him so much, he couldn't think of any thing else, plus she was a trained, if not absent, professional when it came to sex. He was even trying liquor to numb her relentless vision and his over active imagination, but even the over indulgence of liquor and sex had not worked.
NOTHING WORKED!!!
He had to see her.
***
Bianca was having a very hard time keeping her emotions inside. She had to hide her feelings from her family, lest they become suspicious. She felt like an empty, powder blooded zombie- hollow in her animated death. She cried herself to sleep ever night since their prom, she wanted to just say "fuck it", but she couldn't, she just could not bring herself to defy her father on such a serious level. This was not someone her father didn't like for simple, stupid reasons, this was someone her father had hated before he was even born, hated for his blood, his roots, his family tree and his last name.
What happened? her mission in life had not been to fall in love with her fathers enemy, it had been to make her father love her or at least pay some attention to her. If she said 'fuck it' it would put the last nail in the coffin of her dying relationship with her father. He would never forgive her and she would never be able to teach him to love her. She just couldn't do it. She would survive this living hell physically, but mentally she was destroyed.
She would never love like that again
She would never feel like that again
She would live the rest of her life existing on only the memory of that one perfect night, she was dead in real life, but she would learn to live again in her dreams, the only place where she could openly love Diago Stone.
***
Diago had to see her, there was nothing else to it, so he went incognito, in a baseball hat, sunglasses, and all black clothes. He parked in a clearing in the woods just outside the trailer park, he already knew which trailer was hers. He looked into the open window, the cheap, white lace curtains blowing in the breeze as he crept through, quietly lowering himself into her bedroom.
He stood silent for a second as he looked at her, such a beautiful angel, wrapped in an old blanket on top of the beat up mattresses that were her bed. He looked around the tiny room, seeing a cheap cardboard dresser, and nothing else. No perfume, make up or anything feminine that would mark a girls room, nothing that spoke of her character or her tastes. She lived in a plain shoebox for a room. His wide steps were silent as he went over and sat on the edge of the mattress, facing her. Diago reached out and touched a curl that had escaped from the ponytail, barley holding the mass out of her face. She opened her eyes, and gasped as she sat up.
"Oh god, what are doing here?" her eyes wide with fear. She wasn't sure if she wanted to break down in fearful hysterics or if she wanted to scream in joy and just kiss him. "I'm dead if he-" She froze as she heard the footsteps outside her door.
Her brother was a lazy slob who slept all day and stayed up all night, so she was sure it was him.
"Shhh." Diago took her head between his hands. She was paralyzed with fear and he felt a little guilty. The footsteps hovered by her door for a second before they went into the direction of the kitchen, she almost cried in relief.
"I missed you." he kissed her deep, raw, and true, with every bit of his suffocated emotion from the last 7 days. When he finally pulled away from her, they were both gasping. "Come with me."
"No," she started to cry, "I cant keep doing this to myself, do you know how painful it is to have to keep trying to forget you?"
"I do," he leaned into her, "I just can't stay away from you."
"This is killing me," she tried to stifle the thick emotion ready to burst, "every time I have to leave you," she put his hands to her heart. "my heart dies a new unbearable death. Please Diago, Please, just let me go." she cried, all of misery, her anguish pouring through her, "i can't take saying good bye to you again.".
"I can't let you go." he stood up holding her hands, "and I wont." he pulled her up.
"BIANCA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" her brother yelled trying to open her locked door. She froze and for the first time he saw a true terror on her face, she was afraid of her brother.
"Nothing, I had a nightmare." he held her trembling body close to him and she squeezed back pretty hard.
"Well shut the hell up, I'm trying to sleep!" he stomped back to his room, calling her some rather vulgar names.
"I'm gonna fuckin get him for talking to you like that." one look at his face let her know just how serious he was.
"No-."
"Come on, lets get out of here." he cut her off.
"No, I-" she gasped, trying to still keep silent, as he slung her over his shoulder, walked to her window, than carefully climbed through it.
"I can't believe we're doing this." she said once outside, her whole body tingling with an exhilarating excitement laced with a vivid fear. He ran as fast as he could to his car, carefully setting her in the passengers seat before he got in. "I have a bad feeling about this." she said, but at this point there was no way she could leave him.
"I'll have you back before they get up," he ran his hand over her cheek, "don't worry," he kissed her lips lightly.
***
Diago was supposed to be having dinner with her family tonight, so when she saw him leaving as she was coming to pick him up, she just figured he probably forgot and was just running to the store or something, one never knew with Diago. So she decided to follow him than when he arrived at his destination, she would remind him of their date tonight.
When he pulled into the trailer park, Brittany was instantly alarmed, she knew who lived here. She stayed far behind, watching as he drove down the tiny dirt road that led to a clearing in the woods. She watched him, dressed in all black, sprint from his car than disappear into the trailers that congested the small lot.
"What the hell are you up to Diago Stone?" she whispered.
It wasn't long before she found out...
Her jaw dropped, her eyes bulged put of her head, she didn't breath for a full 27 seconds, and venom seeped into her mouth as she watched Diago running by with Miss Scumbilina Rose over his shoulder. Brittany started to shake, she saw red, gripping the wheel so tight she was putting holes in her custom made pink leather steering wheel cover. She was grinding her jaw, forcing the scream of rage to stay inside.
***
"I have been expecting you." Pierre greeted them, "I have just the perfect room prepared for you tonight." he smiled with the glee of a child, that twinkle in his eyes.
If she thought the last room was amazing, her heart fluttered just looking at this one. It looked like Pierre had brought a room straight down from heaven! The huge thick mahogany sleigh bed dominated the room, it was covered in thick white silk covers, edged in frothy Chantilly lace. A mass amount of pillows topped the bed like clouds, huge white silk pillows with matching lace, smaller white faux fur pillows. round pillows of thick white and silver tinsel streaked brocade. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, which was elaborately painted in cherubs and little angels. There was a gigantic crackled mirror in the shape of the sun, and various sized star shaped mirrors scattered across the the white walls that reflected the light from the chandelier. There were sterling silver vases and bowls filled with the whitest magnolias she had ever seen.
"It's beautiful Pierre." she smiled.
"Not nearly as beautiful as the glow of love, it is but a cheap imitation of it." he smiled than let himself out of the room.
That's when she noticed the glowing bright white gown hanging from a silver hook on the bathroom door.
"Oh my-" she gasped going over to the most amazing gown she had ever seen. There had to have been at least 50 yards of fabric in that full skirt with the long train, layers upon layers of crinoline, silk and satin. The top was a whale boned and beaded corset with delicate looking silk strings lacing up the back. "It's gorgeous!" she smiled.
"It's yours." she heard his deep voice behind her.
"What?" she turned to Diago.
"We're getting married."
"Married? Your crazy."
"Yes, and your still marrying me"
"No!"
"Yes." he walked over and slid his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. "It will be our little secret." he kissed her lips.
"They will disown us if they found out." tears were already coming to her eyes. He was at the point where he didn't give a fuck if they knew, he wanted them to know, he was sick of hiding her, but he could never tell her, she had this irrational fear of her father and a desperate need for his love and approval. He was selfish, but he could not stand to see her so afraid. He pulled back a little but still holding her hips tight to him.