Married to the Bad Boy (12 page)

Brandon and I found ourselves at the airport the next morning, waiting to board the plane that would take us to some crazy island.

We had been woken up  by Brandon’s mom who came barging through the door after what had felt like seconds after falling asleep. Brandon protested over his mom’s noisy entrance, but she just dismissed him and said, “You’re going on vacation since you don’t have school for the rest of the week, for senior week, and are still newlyweds. We’re sending you away for a few days.”

Without waiting for our reply, she walked into our closet and took two suitcases out of their storage and had us packing. Apparently she had overheard us leaving last night and snuck into our room while we had been gone to make sure we had everything we needed.

“Man, my head hurts,” Brandon complained as he sat more comfortably against the hard-backed airport chair and laid his head on my shoulder. “Why did you let me drink so much?”

“What?” I asked as I looked at him with furrowed forehead, then looked away, not liking how he was blaming me. “I told you we shouldn’t be drinking. You’re the one who was downing it like water.”

Then I felt his breath against my ear and he whispered. “Don’t get all mad at me. I thought we had a good night after we got home. I was just teasing you.”

 Before I was able to reply, a voice came over the intercom. “Flight 213 now boarding to the Dominican Republic.”

Brandon stood up and walked to the lady, handing her our tickets and showing the passports. I remembered that after the dinner with my father, Brandon’s mother took me to file for a passport, not knowing that she was planning this. To find out that Brandon’s parents and my father had planned this trip for us without telling us till this morning baffled me. I understood that his parents wanted to do something nice for us, but finding out that my father had something to do with it? It didn’t sit right with me.

“Hey, you ok?” Brandon asked worriedly as he grabbed hold of my hand. I looked at him about the same time another girl our age sat down next to us. I watch as she checked Brandon out, with lust washing over her face.

I just shook any negative thought out of my head and focused on Brandon. “Yeah. I was just thinking how your parents were able to pull this all together so fast. And my father helping just seems odd.”

“From what my father told me after that last dinner we had with them, he wanted to make things right, so he and Emily changed their ticket information and gave us their honeymoon trip,” he told me as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to him to kiss my forehead.

“Wait, you two are married?” the girl next to Brandon butted in.

Brandon turned around and noticed the girl for the first time. “Yes, she’s my wife. What does that matter to you?”

The girl shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I just thought that maybe you were brother and sister or something. I thought that maybe we could meet up and have some fun away from our family,” she replied, batting her eyelashes at him.

That only made Brandon laugh. “Brother and sister, really? We don’t look alike.”

She nodded. “Well, siblings don’t always look alike. You could have different moms or dads.” She placed her hand on his knee and started to rub it. “Plus, she doesn’t look like she could be much fun, if you get what I mean.” Then she gave me a cruel smile.

Brandon scowled at her when he noticed her hand on his knee and pushed it away from him. “Don’t fucking touch me, slut.” Then he turned back to me and gave me his little smirk that screamed trouble. When he pulled me into his lap, he looked at the girl with my back facing her. “As for my wife being fun, let me show you just how much fun she is.” Within that second his lips were pressed against mine and we were in a heated make out session.

I just lost myself in his kiss, forgetting we were on a plane. I stopped stressing over my father reappearing back in my life. But the number one thing I noticed was that I wasn’t thinking about the nightmares and the hell I lived through. I was thinking about the boy here kissing me with so much passion that I was able to feel how much he cared for me. I knew without a doubt that I was falling in love with the bad boy, who wasn’t really as bad as others made him out to be.  

In the middle of the kiss we heard a woman say, “I’m sorry, but you two have to stop that or we are going to split you up.” We stopped kissing and I turned to see one of the attendants standing over us. I moved out of Brandon’s lap and got back into my seat. “Good. Now don’t let me catch you at it again.”

“Why don’t you just move her, then maybe I can have the best of both views,” the girl next to Brandon replied. I could feel my blood about to boil knowing this girl was still flirting with my husband. I was ready to jump on her when Brandon grabbed my hand, shaking his head at me.

 The attendant looked at us with a raised eyebrow. “That won’t be needed, unless you two think you need to be split up.”

The girl was a bit too insistent for my taste. “Oh, I think they do. Maybe a little pre-honeymoon break is what they need.”

I tried my best to get my anger under control. I was able to handle Jasmine last night when she was throwing herself at Brandon, but this girl, there was something off about her and I wanted her gone.

“Honeymoon?” the attendant asked and looked puzzled with this information.

 Brandon lifted my hand and showed the ring on my finger and he showed his other hand as well. “Yes, we just got married last month. Our parents are sending us on our honeymoon. But no, there’s no need to split us up, but maybe you can find this slut a new seat since she is so determined to make us.”

“Sir, I can’t let you call other passengers those kinds of names, but since you’re unhappy with your neighbor, I’ll see what I can do,” she said, telling the girl to go with her and walking away.

A few moments later, we had some guy sitting in the empty seat. He looked a little older than us. Brandon turned to face his new neighbor and sized the guy up. “OK, man. I’m only going to say this once. Don’t look, touch, or speak to my wife or I’ll beat your damn ass right here.”

That only made me laugh and the guy rolled his eyes before putting on his earphones and looking to the front.

Before long the plane took off, and it felt like my heart did too.

I sat there thinking of everything that I’ve been through these past few weeks and how I could feel myself falling for Brandon. What scared me the most was, could I really trust him with my heart? Did he really feel the same or was it all just words to him? I mean, I’ve seen how he treated the girls at our school like trash and acted like he didn’t care about their feelings. So what if he was just saying all these to get me in bed with him? What if, in the end, he really wanted to stick to the original plan and leave me? All these thoughts kept running in my head as we started to soar through the clouds.

“Please bring your seats to the upright position. We will be landing soon,” the disembodied voice rang over the intercom. This had been the longest flight in history.

Brandon was still asleep beside me and for some reason my eye went to the guy next to him. I saw him smiling at me, but all I could do was frown back at him. I didn’t want to think about what Brandon would do if he woke up and saw us smiling at one another. I turned my head to look out the window, not liking the idea of this guy looking at me.

As I stared out the window, I could make out the green of the island and the ocean waves crashing onto it. With each wave, it seemed that the water was trying to drown the island, which made me wonder if a storm was coming.

Through the whole flight, I wasn’t able to shut off my thoughts about Brandon. Here I was on some island with a guy I was falling in love with and I didn’t know what I was going to do about it. We married so he could protect me, but there wasn’t supposed to be attachments formed. In my head, I kept hearing his father telling us we need to treat our marriage as the real thing, but now I was even more than scared to. Every person I’ve ever loved has hurt or left me. First, my grandma died on me, leading to my father leaving me to my mother. I thought she loved me and wouldn’t let any harm come to me, but man was I wrong.

My mom, I haven’t thought about her since that last night in that house. She would come home from whatever dead end job she was working at and would make herself a drink first and down it as fast as she poured it. She’d keep at it till I would do something that my stepfather didn’t approve of and hit me. Then she’d sit her glass down and laugh as she watched him beat me. I never understood how she could just sit there and watch someone beat her own daughter up as if she was watching a soap opera on TV.

I sighed and once again tried to enjoy the view, but it wasn’t helping because the image of my mother laughing as I was beaten to death was stuck in my head.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Brandon suddenly said from behind me. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “But not as bewitching as you are.”

I pushed him away and I saw from the corner of my eye the seat belt sign come on. “Brandon, that’s the cheesiest thing you ever said to me.” I laughed at him, trying to push him away just a little. I could see the guy watching us closely and there was just something about his stare that made me feel uneasy.

But the more I tried to push Brandon back, the more he pushed forward till his lips captured mine. It was a soft yet sweet kiss. He gently caressed my lips, then pulled away. “Now that’s the best way to wake up from a nap.” He chuckled and held my hand once again as we felt the plane land at the airport.

Soon we left the plane and walked through the airport hand in hand to the bag claiming area. Brandon spotted one of our bags. He let go of my hand and ran off to get it and left me to look for the other one. As I stood there watching the bags go by, I saw someone grab one of them that was right in front of me. I looked up to see the guy from the airplane standing there.

“Hi.” He smiled. I just looked away trying to figure out where Brandon had gone. Why was he taking so long? “OK, not much of a talker or is it because you don’t want to see your pathetic husband beat me up? Which I don’t see happening even if he tried.”

I tried to ignore that comment. I took a step to the side to get away from this guy, but it only made him move closer to me. “Take my word, sweetheart. He’ll get what’s coming to him.” And with that, he walked off.

I was puzzled by his remark that I didn’t see Brandon come back till I felt him place a hand on my lower back, making me jump. “Whoa, Kami. Are you ok?” he asked. I turned and looked into his brown eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just zoned out for a moment. What took you so long?” I asked. He had both our bags in hand.

“You remember that annoying girl before we took off? Well, she kind of showed up and tried to talk me into going someplace with her. I’m against hitting girls, but I wish I could have with her.” He shook his head as we started to walk out of the airport just to see the airplane girl standing at the door.

I really didn’t think anything of it till I saw the guy with her. They looked to be arguing about something. As we walked by, I caught a part of it of their conversation. “You know the plan, now get it done,” the guy said to her. I turned to face him and saw him looking at me with a wink.

We grabbed a taxi to the hotel where we were staying for the duration of the honeymoon. I guessed our parents had everything sorted out and didn’t care how much it cost since they booked our room on the top floor with the view of the beach below us.

I walked onto the balcony and looked out into the ocean. I breathed in the salty sea air and for some odd reason, it brought me peace.  The wind picked up for just a second and dance around me and I closed my eyes, letting the tranquility take over me. For the last eight years or so of my life, I haven’t had this feeling and I wanted to drink it in before it went away.

“Kami, are you hungry?” I heard Brandon ask from inside the room. I sighed, letting the feeling go away and walked back in the room. Brandon looked up from his suitcase and smiled at me. “So?”

“Yeah. Let’s go eat and maybe do a bit of sightseeing. We can unpack when we get back,” I replied, smiling back at him.

He walked over to me, pulling me to him by wrapping his arms around my waist while mine went around his neck. As we stood face to face, it was like we became trapped in a trance where it seemed I could see his soul, but right about the time I was starting to see an emotion in them, he blinked and pulled away.