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We ate in silence. When we finish our plates, he breaks the tension with a question that would change the course of this evening. “You said you wanted to discuss the wedding. Did you finally come to terms with the date?”
I swallow the last bite I have in my mouth, dabbing my napkin over my lips. “Actually.” I clear my throat. “I need to be honest with you, Blaine.”
He tosses his napkin on the table and gives me his attention. “Let’s hear it, sweetheart.”
I nervously twist the ring on my finger. “I…” I feel like I’m suffocating. Like the words were wrapping around my throat. I fought the urge to sign. He wouldn’t be able to understand me anyway.
“I don’t want to get married," I blurt.
His face remains neutral. No sign of emotion.
I clasp my hands together. “Did you hear me?”
He runs his thumb along his lip. “Oh, I heard you. I’m just trying to figure out what has given you the audacity.”
I rare back. “Excuse me?”
“Why?” He questions.
“Why what?”
“Give me a reason you don’t want to marry me? You know how many women would kill to be in your shoes?” He scoots back from the table.
“I’m just…. this happened too fast. I thought I was in a place where I was ready, but I’m not.” I place my napkin next to my plate.
With shaky hands I remove the ring from my finger, placing it on the table in front of him. “I'm sorry. I never meant…”
I didn’t get the words out before his arm stretches out, forcefully raking our plates and the entirety of the dinner I cooked onto the floor.
“Put that fucking ring back on your finger!” He roars.
I shoot up from the chair, jumping back as my plate of spaghetti tumbles to the floor.
“Blaine!" I scold. “That’s enough!”
His strides were quick and unexpected when he steps around my chair. “You think you can leave me?”
I wasn’t fast enough. The sting was immediate when he backhands me across the face. The metallic taste of blood coats my tongue as I stumble, falling over the back of the couch.
Instinctively I move my hands to mouth. “Blaine,” I croak.
His eyes had the same hollow look as they did yesterday. Cold and empty. “Is this about that football player?” He laughs, loud like a maniac as I scramble to my feet.
“You really think he wants someone like you?”
I had just regained my footing when he snatches me up by my hair. I cry out in pain as he yanks me towards him. “I was willing to overlook your shortcomings.” He tugs my head back, baring his teeth at me.
Bile rose in my throat, and I dug my nails into his wrists. I was sick. Sick that I let him manipulate me.
“You’ll regret this.” I grit out. “You think my father, or my brother will let you get away with this?”
His grip tightens. “You forget the power I hold, Tilly.” He leans down, placing a wet kiss on my jaw. “Now. I’m willing to overlook this little tantrum you’ve thrown.”
His words ignite a surge of anger, and I use my elbow, lifting it up as far as I can before I ram it into his ribs.
“Bitch,” he hisses as he doubles over.
“Get out!” I shriek.
