Will I ever love you?

Blazes POV:

Today Is the wedding day, I don’t want to get married, I never have, I mean sure, I’ve always had my dream wedding planned out in the back of my mind, and thisice man, whom I do not know, is letting me have everything I want, but I don’t want to get married.
“blaze!” my mother yelled, I lifted the covers and was met with the cold air. I got out of bed, and walked into the kitchen, wearing nothing but my thin satin robe, my friends were already here, along with a bunch of people to do my hair and makeup, I just hope, that if I’m being forced to have this wedding, nothing goes wrong.
The ladies have finished our hair and makeup, and left, we put on our dresses, and are on our way, on my way to the worst day of my life.
We arrive at a beautiful place, I don’t know what it’s called, but it looks like a castle, there arent any people here yet , but mom says there are supposed to be about 500, I’m really nervous, I hope he’s at least cute.
I’m in my dress, holding my flowers, with the veil over my face, the girls walked down the aisle with the groomsmen first, and I wasn’t allowed to see them either, now it’s my turn, I can only see figures thru the thick veil, but my little brother guides me down the aisle, and up the few steps, its time, time to come face to face with the man I will spend the rest of my life with.
“who gives this bride away?”
“I do, Johnny guilbert” my little brother says, clenching onto my arm, before letting go and walking away, leaving me to be unveiled, and come face to face with the mystery man.
I feel him grab the veil, and start lifting it, he looks at me and his breath hitched, it took me a second to confirm this, Andrew biersack was my mystery groom? He wrote all the sweet letters? No, this is just not right.
I turned, and ran, crying, not caring, he already broke my heart once.
“blaze?”
“blaze?”
I hear Andrew calling my name,
“bla- there you are”
“go away Andrew, I’m not marrying you, you’re an asshole”
“look, blaze, I’m sorry, I’ll explain everything tonight, please just marry me, my dad wants this so bad, and apparently, so does your mom, just please make them happy, I’ll sleep on the couch until I get a bigger apartment, blaze I’m begging you”
“Andrew, why should I marry you?”
“please just let me explain later”
“fine, but for our parents, not you”
“ok, you do have to kiss me though, be prepared, we have to act happy and sell it.”
“whatever” I said, then motioned for Andy to walk, he walked down the aisle back to his spot, and johnnie walked me back, we did not say vows, and the reception was pretty short,
We said out ‘I do’s’ then I heard the six words I was dreading,
“you may now kiss your bride”
We kissed, then walked out holding hands, strait to the wedding party, where we were to have our first dance, we danced to a song called ‘done for you’ I’ve never heard it before, but I let him chose music, considering I chose everything else, but the music wasn’t bad, we danced, even kissed a few times, but I wasn’t happy about it, now for the embarrassing parts, the bouquet, and garter toss, he was nice though, he used his hands, he threw the garter, and I threw my bouquet, then we left, on our ‘honeymoon’ to the Bahamas, I always wanted to go there, but where I really wanted to be right now, was at home, in my jammies, applying to colleges.
We get to the airport, and Andrew grabs my hand and starts running, because we are late, but I have to yell at him to slow down, because he’s 6’4 and I’m 5’2, he laughs when we get to the gate, we were almost late, as soon as we handed the lady our ticket, I heard screaming,
“Andy, Andy, Andy”
“Andrew, why are there 40 teenage girls crying and screaming your name?”
“jealous are we?” he says, as we walk onto the plane
“in your dreams”
“wow, ok, well you just married an uprising rock star”
“nice, fan girls are going to love me, now, it’s time to talk, we are going to be on this plane for 8 hours, explain yourself.”
“I don’t have anything to explain, I just didn’t want our parents to get mad.”
“I fucking hate you Andrew”
“I hate you too blaze, but you are my wife now, and you will act like it, let’s set some rules, I will tell you mine, you will not interrupt, then you can tell me yours.”
“rule 1, when we go out in public, we will act like a happily married couple.
Rule 2, I will not sleep on the couch, I lied, we are married, you will sleep in my bed,
Rule 3, you will have sex with me,
Rule 4, you will clean and cook, I will help occasionally, but, for the most part it’s your job,
Rule 5, you do not work, I will support you, but you will be a stay at home wife.
Rule 6, my final rule, you will not cheat.
Do you understand”
“ok, now for mine,
Rule 1, I will not have sex with you
Rule 2, I will not sleep in your bed,
Rule 3, you will not be a dick to me
Rule 4, I will not stay on a bus with your so called band.
Got it?”
“oh boy, your still a bitch”
“fuck off”
I can’t believe this, this is not the same guy that wrote those letters, I can’t believe it, I hate this ma so much, and he’s obviously not letting go, I will not have sex with him, that’s for sure.
“get up slut, were here”
I was woken up by Andrew insulting me, great.
“fuck you”
I walked off the plane, following Andy, my carryon in my hand, we got halfway thru the hallway, and heard fans, chanting his name, I rolled my eyes, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, I followed his rules, and put a smile on my face, and placed my hand on his, which was wrapped around my waist, we walked out, and got some stares, we were still in our wedding attire, I in my huge white dress, and him in a tux, suit jacket in one arm, and his tie sloppily hanging around his neck, he shook hands with some of his fans, they all took pictures with us, he was kissing my cheek or forehead in most, why does he have to be such a dick when we aren’t in public though.
We got in a car and went to a beautiful beach house, Andy changed first, then I tried to, but I couldn’t get undo my dress, I hated to, but I had to ask for help.
“hey Andrew?”
“what?” he said bluntly
“I can’t get my dress off.”
He walked in, and helped me, and I thought he was going to leave, but no, he turned me around, and pulled the dress off.
“get out Andrew”
“no. you’re my wife, if I want to see you naked, I will.” He seethed
“if I want to do this, I will” he said, as he forcefully grabbed me an pressed his lips to mine, shoving his lounge in my mouth, I bit him, and scratched him, and it didn’t stop him, he held both of my wrists over my head, he finally stopped, and reached around my back and unclasped my bra, it fell to the floor,
“Andrew”
“no.”
“Andrew please”
“no blaze, just shut up”
“Andrew your hurting me.” I whispered that, as soon as I did, his facial expression changed from nothing, to sorrow, he dropped my wrists and started saying
“blaze, I’m sorry, please forgive me”
“fuck off Andrew, I hate you!”
And I left.

Andrews POV:

A wave of shame came over me when she told me I was hurting her, I do not hate her, I love her with everything I have, that’s why I did what I did to her years ago, she had this boyfriend, and I guess he got jealous of her talking to me, and he started to beat her, and sexually assault her, when she told me, I told her that I couldn’t talk to her anymore, she begged me not to leave her, but I just couldn’t let her get her, and it be my fault, so I told her that I never liked her, I hated her, since then I never saw her until I looked in the crowd at my last concert and saw her crying. I knew I had to do it again, or I would be attached, little did I know I was going to marry her.

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