Chapter 254 The Sketch
Brax had been a jerk and had not been invited to it, and he kept me away as well. It sucked because a lot of my friends were there, my sisters were there and they were celebrating the baby!
Why the hell do I always let him get away with everything? Why can't he just once consider what I want? He's such a fucking bully and I can't seem to get away from him!
I look down at my sketch and smile. I'm drawing a picture of Charlie and my new brother-in-law from their wedding. It was so cute how he looked at her like she was his whole world... I wish someone would look at me like that!
I still remember his words from the wedding. "I love you, Charlie. You are my everything. You always have been, and I can't wait to make you mine forever. I want to raise a family with you, and grow old with you. I want all of life's highs and lows to be with you by my side, and I promise I will never leave yours!" he proclaimed.
See! I'm freaking jealous and I'm not even ashamed to admit it! (Not that I actually want Trent, she can have him. But I want my own 'Trent' or 'Rick'...) Both my sisters have devoted husbands, and all I have is Brax, who is seething as he sits in the chair next to me.
I can actually feel the anger rolling off him in waves and I'm actually scared to look at him right now. I don't know what the hell is going to set him off. But I have a pretty good feeling I know why he's pissed off this time.
The thing is, there is nothing I can do about it! So, I'm just going to have to put on my brave face and pretend he doesn't intimidate the shit out of me. I don't want him to think I'm the coward I really am.
"Why wasn't I invited?" He snarls into my ear. "You know I should've gone with you. I don't like you being anywhere without me! What the fuck were they thinking keeping you away from me for almost a fucking week?!"
It sends a shiver up my spine (and not a pleasant kind). It's never good when he's in this kinda mood. I could just play dumb... Or ignore him... Or tell him the truth, stating that neither of my brothers-in-law even like him, so why the hell would he be invited to the wedding... But instead, I lie to save my skin!
I'm pretty sure if Trent or Rick ever found out I threw them under the bus they wouldn't even care! Neither of them is scared of Brax. In fact, Trent beat the hell out of him recently, so Brax is scared of Trent. And Rick just stood by letting it happen!
I roll my eyes at my boyfriend and look up from my sketch, "Uh, because Rick paid for the tickets, and Trent wanted a quiet wedding?" I sigh in fake annoyance. I'm actually really nervous, I never know how this is going to turn out. "Why would you even want to come to the wedding anyway? You hate both of them!"
So, I didn't lie, I just didn't give the full reason. And the full reason is my whole family is against my relationship, and I'm starting to see why. They keep telling me to ditch him.
"Liv, you really need to start thinking about yourself. Do you really want to be under Braxton's control for the rest of your life?" Charlie pulled me aside before her wedding.
"I don't know. I just... feel important when I'm with him," I admitted.
"Sweetheart, that is not a good enough reason for him to treat you like shit. You know this, Liv! Use that pretty head of yours and start thinking! He's not good for you!" she challenged.
And I hate to admit that I’m actually considering it. We’ve been fighting all the freaking time lately. And this situation doesn't seem to be getting any better with our current argument.
"That's not an excuse! You should've demanded I come along! I'll be part of your family soon enough!" He snarls. "You can't leave me ever again! You belong to me!"
Dread fills my soul at his words. Is that really what I want?
I look down at my sketch and see the love my sister and Trent have for each other. That is what I want. That is NOT what I've got with Braxton!
I can't stop the lone tear from tracing my cheek. This is the fairytale ending I want... And I don't think I'll be getting it with Braxton, no matter how much he claims I belong to him.