Chapter 8

• Juliette Pov
• “How can you tell that?” He asked as his eyes twinkled mischievously and he smiled at my impatient look.
• “I know everything about you. Now give it to me” I said as I raised my hands to take that gift which he was holding.
• He brought a gift for me but the problem was he was finding it more of a fun to tease me by not giving it to me.
• “Nope. I won’t” he said as he raised the box higher in the air. I stood on my tip toe trying to get it but couldn’t because of the height difference.
• “Emmett!” I scowled at him and gave up crossing my hands over my chest frustrated.
• “Fine! I am going” I said as I began to walk and as soon as I heard him shout for me to wait I inwardly smiled. This was the trick.
• “Don’t you want the gift?” He asked following me.
• I shook my head negatively and looked around the park to find children running everywhere playing with each other. Their laughter echoed in my ear and I smiled looking at them.
• “Aww! But I brought for you” he pouted and I stopped in my tracks glaring at him.
• “And You are not giving it to me,” I said and he smiled. He came to me and stood behind my back wrapping his muscular arms around me he gave that box to me.
• I smiled and took it from him. While I unwrapped the box he kept his head on my right shoulder, his stubble touching my cheek and I could feel his hot breath fanning my ear.
• “Oh my god!” I clamped my hand over my mouth.
• Tears pooled my eyes and I couldn’t believe my own eyes.
• Inside the box was a very elegant and expensive yet traditional necklace and it was not just some necklace, it was his mother’s necklace.
• It was his family’s traditional which was passed down to every generation, to every new bride.
• “It’s It’s..” I stammered not finding words to describe how beautiful the necklace was.
• “Beautiful?” He completed for me and I nodded smiling as I trailed my finger over the jewellery.
• “But not as beautiful as you are,” he said his cheesy line and I blushed but nevertheless elbowed him lightly on his rib.
• “But I don’t understand. Why are you giving this me?” I questioned as I turned around to face him.
• He gave me a wholehearted smile and I raised my eyebrow questionably.
• “Do you know why I love you so much?” He asked and I gave him a blank look.
• “Because” he kept his hands on my shoulders and bent down maintaining our eye level “You are so innocent and naive. So pure” he told me and I couldn’t help but blush deep red at his comment.
• I felt him kiss my cheeks and the next moment I found him kneeling on one leg on the ground.
• I gasped as my heart rate spiked thinking about the possibilities that were going to happen.
• “Ms. Juliette Swanson will you please do the honor to marry this Mr. Hot jerk as you call me” I chuckled at this “to complete him, to mend him, to make him a better person?”
• By this time happy tears were flowing down my cheeks and I couldn’t believe that the day I dreamt of was finally happening before me.
• “Ms. Juliette Swanson, will you marry me?” He asked and I broke out of my state of surprise nodding slowly but as I was giving him my hand the place surrounding us started to change and I looked around to find myself in a church where people were standing looking at me sympathetically.
• I frowned looking at their expressions. But as soon as my eyes looked down to where they were looking my breath hitched and I couldn’t breathe properly because of shock.
• There I saw a woman who looked just like me wearing a bloodied wedding dress crying and screaming at no other one but Emmett.
• He lied on the floor, his head rested on that woman’s lap as blood oozed out from his body and stained the floor.
• “Emmett!” I heard the look-alike of me cry.
• “Emmett!” She cried, even more, when he began to close his eyes.
• “Emmett!” I screamed running to him.
• But it was as if I wasn’t reaching to him. The more I ran the far they looked. Slowly everything began to change around me and I cried it to stop. Desperation was flooding into me.
• I was desperate to reach him. My only desire was to touch him.
• “No!” I screamed as the scene before me began to fade.
• “No! Emmett!”
• “Emmett” I screamed as I woke up gasping and panting for air.
• Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and on my neck which I had to wipe it away using the back of my hand.
• “Another nightmare” I spoke to myself as I rubbed my face in frustration. I have been seeing these nightmares since that day, my supposed to be wedding day.
• My hands stretched out towards my left towards the nightstand for the water jug.
• It wasn’t there.
• Sighing I got up after ten minutes when I felt my throat burning. I needed water.
• So I got up from my bed and walked towards the door. It wasn’t locked. Much to my relief or I would have panicked.
• I walked out of the room and slowly looked around for anyone. When I found no one I walked dragging my feet towards the kitchen. I was feeling really exhausted.
• It was as if those nightmares sucked up all my energy.
• As soon I got there, I pulled out a glass from the cupboard and poured water from the jug. I gulped it down my throat and instantly felt relaxed.
• I closed my eyes and stood there until I felt my breath turning normal.
• Again I poured water into my now empty glass and drank it when I felt someone behind me.
• I looked back only to find no one other than the Devil himself. The real cause of all my nightmares and sufferings.
• I glared at him and he raised an eyebrow shoving his hands into his pant pockets.
• “What are you doing here at this time of the night?” He asked as he took small steps walking towards me.
• I remained rooted to my position and continued glaring at him.
• “Nightmare?” He answered his question probably seeing my state.
• “Thanks to you” I whispered to myself but I think he heard me because he cleared his throat and took a glass for himself and poured water in it.
• He drank his water while I drank the rest of water from my glass.
• “I need to buy some clothes for you” I heard him whisper and I raised an eyebrow at him then looked down to what I was wearing.
• Then I realized what he meant.
• “Oh shit!” I cursed and looked up at him to find him looking towards the chair.
• “Thank God!” I thought to myself and slowly walked backward towards the door. As soon as I reached the door I turned around and ran back towards my room. I closed the door and leaned against it. Keeping a hand against my rising and falling chest, I tried to control my breath.
• How can I be so stupid?
• I walked out just wearing purple shorts which had white polka dots on it and a purple tank top with nothing underneath it.
• Thankfully my breast was hidden behind my hair.
• But still, how could I walk like this in a strange place.
• “Ahhh!” I pulled my hair feeling little embarrassed.
• This is all his fault.
• This was all his fault from the beginning.
• I had no other option but to wear this as I didn’t have any other clothes to wear. It is what I got from that wardrobe and I wore it because I couldn’t roam around naked.
• I composed myself and walked back to my bed. I crawled back into my bed and lied down on my belly and stuffed my head into the pillow.
• “Is it necessary for you to embarrass yourself before him every time?” I scolded myself and flipped back staring blankly at the ceiling fan.
• “Please Don’t fall on me” I found myself talking to the damn nonliving ceiling fan.
• It’s squeaking sound disturbed me, giving me a headache and at the same time made me worried.
• “Fall on him” I spoke pointing towards the door.
• “Fall on his head then maybe he will get some senses into his thick skull” I spoke and stretched my hands and legs.
• “I hate him and you should also hate him. He is not repairing you after all. What is your life?” I yawned and rubbed my eyes feeling sleepy.
• “Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! is all that you do” I turned to my side wrapping my hands around myself.
• “Stupid Zachary”
• “Stupid Ceiling fan”
• I drifted off to sleep.
• You both can go to hell.