Connection (A short novel sequel in progress)

[yoshman9000]

Wow. I haven't updated in a while. That's why I have two parts in this update. Enjoy! 

Part Four: My heart can’t take the rush

Cassandra Goth

People say that you should only marry someone if you love them. I’ve been wondering why I’ve agreed to marry Don as he is an ignorant self-centered jerk that has only made me feel drained. Though this one feeling, a feeling that I’ll be okay with him, that he won’t harm me when we say our vowels. I’ve sent my dad in tears for this event that is going on in my life. He told me that he wouldn’t say a word to me until the wedding because he knows I dislike Don. These choices that I’m making are putting people’s lives in misery and I keep telling myself that it’ll be okay after we get married. Don has said to me that he loves me with all his heart and that he’d stand in the fire for me. I know that they’re all lies because Don has cheated on me dozens of time. I’m punching myself in the eye because I can’t break up with him.
Don stared at me with his bright green eyes gleaming in the daylight. He had just asked me if I wanted to get married tomorrow. My reaction was no reaction. I was dumbfounded as he couldn’t wait a simple three months to walk down the aisle with me, but instead he wanted to wait one day. He lifted up his hand and caressed my tan cheek. His arms were hairy and gave me the urge to scratch. I lifted up my arm and pulled down his hand from my cheek.
“Don, why can’t you wait like everyone else that gets married?” I asked him while sitting on the couch in his living room. The couch squeaked while my leather jacket rubbed up against it. Don never made enough money to afford a simple decent apartment. Instead, he owned a dirty brick-face condo that his brother had bought for him. I glanced at the white stucco wall of the living room and tried not to quiver. Don had made himself feel proud of the dump that he lived in and always convinced people that he lived in a decent home and made enough money, but never convinced me. As my family is the richest family in town, I always knew what was decent and what was not. Don leisurely stepped over to me and pressed his lips against mine. At that moment, I knew that everything would be alright.



Part Five: You betrayed me, and I loved you.

Dina Caliente

I starred at Don’s eyes and took in a deep sigh. The only guy that I really loved is marrying the worst tramp in town today, and now I realized that I truly had feeling for him. He’s the only guy on the face of the earth that really listens to me and understands me. Cassandra will soon be in his arms and I’m going to have to go on with my life because he told me that he loves Cassandra with all his heart and he doesn’t want me anymore. What have I gone wrong with this? I love him more than that whore ever will and Don actually finds me attractive. He told me numerous times that he thinks Cassandra is the most hideous woman that he ever looked at and now he’s getting married to her. I want to strangle her until her lungs fade out and she faints onto the ground. At her funeral, I’d dance on her grave and let Don love me again. My only love is being faded away in the dust by another woman that was originally just a money scheme.
My eyes glanced back down at the hardwood floor of my condo living room. I spotted a tiny red ant crawling past Don and onto his hairy tan leg. It slowly crawled up into his shorts and was never seen again. I wished I could hide away like that ant did. All of my problems would be away and I’d have less stress in my life. With Don breaking up with me, I feel like committing suicide and never walking on the face of the planet again. I’d let everyone, especially Don, know how much stress that they put in my life. A tear slowly dropped down from my eye and splattered onto the floor. I watched as the water jiggled onto the hardwood and eventually stood still.
Taking in another sigh, I gazed up back at the love of my life. His eye lids weren’t blinking and his eyes were starring right past me. At that second, I knew just what to do. I dashed into my kitchen and opened my shiny brown cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Windex. My arms were shaking and I just realized what I really was doing and started to question myself. My head turned and I saw Don behind me, chuckling at me. Now I knew that I was making the right decision. My hands guided the bottle and I poignantly gulped down the liquid. I felt as my tears were covering the outside of the bottle and as I finished, I turned to Don and whispered, “fudge you!”