Only You Sweetheart

“I’m not marrying you”
Matt smiled at her “It would be the answer to everything, we would be husband and wife, it would give you a reason to want to be with me”
Charlotte held back the tears and spoke softly “That makes no sense, being your wife wouldn’t make me want to be here anymore then I already do” He’d beaten, raped, humiliated and emotionally scarred her and he thought she would now just agree to marry him. He wasing ing in his own little fantasyland where nothing made sense and everything went exactly how he wanted it to.
“Why would you think I would want to marry you?” she looked at him, no emotion on her face, he had knocked her of all her feelings for the time being so that she didn’t even remember how to smile, or laugh, or even despair until it really happened. He was turning her into a zombie, something that felt nothing. Nothing until the next time he decided he wants to use forms of torture as a use of bribery, then she would feel again!
“Because nobody will ever love you as much as I do”
“You don’t love me, you can’t love, when somebody loves someone they don’t tend to make their life a misery. They treat them as if they were the greatest thing on earth not a shell they can beat senseless until they agree to anything they want.”
“That’s no true! You don’t know how I feel, don’t tell me how *I* feel!”
“So I’m lying?” Matt calmed down slightly, she wt tht thinking straight. He knew he had gone overboard with the punishment, like he always did and so it had made her react badly, she would come round. If he didn’t punish her, she might take advantage of his love for her. Though he didn’t really believe that, she was too kind and lovely to do something like that, but he couldn’t even afford for her to get that idea into her head.
“Your not lying, just mistaken that’s all. I know you, you don’t lie”
“You don’t know me at all, you have just made yourself believe you know me. I might be horrible, I might treat people like crap … you don’t really have any idea what I’m like, you want to believe that I’m this perfect woman for you so you do”
“I don’t hany sny sort of mental disorder Charlotte, so don’t treat me like I do, I know exactly what your like, sure I don’t know most of your past, or your elementary school grades but I do know what you are like as a person. You forget that I followed you for months, I heard your conversations, watched you interact with people saw your kindness and your loyalty, I saw everything I needed to see”
“Then if you think I’m so loyal and so kind, why are you treating me like this”
“I cant live without you, I tried talking to you normally and it didn’t work, I don’t want to make you miserable but I’d rather have you here against your will and unhappy then not having you here at all. I don’t mean to treat you badly, its obvious I have social issues and I don’t give a fuck about anyone in this world, I haven’t for a long time apart from you, I lived my life for myself, nobody gave a fuck about me, nobody cared so I learnt to do the same but then you came along and fucked it all up and made me feel again. Made me care about someone that wasn’t me.”
“Its not my fault that you’ve not been treated well”
“I know its not and I don’t blame you, I never have, I don’t want you to hate me”
Charlotte avoided his last statement. Of course she hated him, he’d made her life hell. Charlotte convinced herself that she hated him except; something inside of her told her that she didn’t hate him at all. Which she didn’t even want to consider for too long.
“You went about everything all wrong, you know that right?”
Matt kissed her on the forehead and got up, leaving the room, a sad expression sketched over his face “I know”

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Once he left the room, Charlotte burst into floods of tears. He had degraded her by he previous actions he took not long before and then he would make her feel sorry for him. How could she feel any sort of remorse for somebody so cruel? And yet she did. He beat her and humiliated her but his words were never cruel, Charlotte had just realised he had never actually said anything extremely unkind, he harped on about his love for her and what he would do to her if she broke the rule or if she had broke the rules which were yes, mean but he never told her she was disgusting, or pathetic or that no one loved her, which was in no way an excuse on his part she just assumed that all kidnappers who put their victims throsuchsuch terror did just that. Charlotte shrugged off her thoughts on his not so unpleasant words and blocked out all memories of him physically assaulting her. She couldn’t go back to the things he did to her; she would just deteriorate into a broken mess.

He came back into the room not long after, making her jump, she thought she was going to crumble into a sobbing uncontrollable state but she held herself together.
“I brought you your medication”
She took it quickly, never once making eye contact with him. He sat next to her stroking her hair softly. He pulled some clean clothes out of the drawer for her and put them on, Charlotte lay motionless on the bed, his frs rrs ran over her skin as he dressed her. They lingered longer on her skin then they nd tod to, Charlotte bit her lip from screaming.
“I rang the local chapel, see when we could get a booking”
Charlotte froze, this wasn’t happening. She had forgotten all about the stupid fucking marriage idea.
“Don’t you want to know what they said?” he sat next to her lying body and looked down at her petrified face, cupping it with one of his hands affectionately.
“They said we can get married this Wednesday if we want. Isn’t that good?”
No.
“What? But I don’t want to marry you Matt” a tear ran down her cheek, he brushed it away with his thumb and kissed the area softly.
“I know you don’t darling, but once we are married I wont treat you so badly. Because I know we will be together forever”
Charlotte almost bit her tongue right off “You cannot make someone marry you”
“Please don’t question it Charlotte, we’re getting married on Wednesday, lets just leave it at that” his lips brushed over hers before she had time to answer.
You cannot make someone marry you! How could he think she would ever agree to marry him, ever! She gritted her teeth as a means to argue when he stopped kissing her but before he pulled away she had an idea. It was dangerous and it would be horrible for her to do but if it meant means for escape, Charlotte would have to do it. Not yet though, she didn’t want to have to do it for any longer then she would have to. First she would fight against it but if Tuesday came to no avail, then she d dod do it. She would have to.

…………………….. Tuesday ………………………….

Charlotte had gone through two days of arguing and protesting about the marriage; Matt had pretty much been lenient with her. As lenient as a psycho woman beater could be, she’d suffered a few blows to the face and stomach but unlike previous conflicts she hadn’t endured too much. He hadn’t ‘made love’ to her, he hadn’t locked her in the cupboard, he hadn’t done anything. Pretty much because she hadn’t done anything, hadn’t had the chance really. She had been lying on the bed for most of the two days, sleeping a lot from the medication that made her dozy, crying a lot because she just anted to be free and see her family and cringing a lot every time he ran his fingers or lips over her face and body, talking about the wedding and how happy they’ll be once their marriedout out as happy as her mom was when she had to take medication for three weeks meaning no alcohol, which sent her into a whirlwind of depression. No, that was a poor example; she would be ten times more miserable then that.

She sat in the bath quietly, his hands massaged the shampoo into her hair as he rambled on about her coming round to the idea once she realised how happy he would make her, how pleased he was about the little amount of trouble she had caused in the last two days. Did he not remember how much he made her suffer on that horrifying day to the supermarket? She didn’t want to make life easy for him but she wasn’t stupid, making him so angry so close together would lead to a horrendous amount of torture and degrading situations that he would find great pleasure in dishing out and then apologising profoundly afterwards making it up to her with kisses and kind words. Charlotte shivered slightly at the thought. The days without his touch had made her realise that she couldn’t handle him ever touching her again, whether it be rape or making love. She’d breakdown, it was then she knew she had to take the plan into action if ever she wanted to be free of him. Except if it didn’t work, she’d be worse of then before. Which was possible even if she didn’t think it was.
“Can I finish the bath myself please?” she leant forward slightly to stop him from washing her hair anymore.
“Why? You know I’m not gonna let you”
“Its just that …. I want to make myself look good for tomorrow, you know pamper myself abit … on my own”
He came round to look at her from the side of the bath, looking at her oddly.
“What?”
“Well I know how to wash my hair the best don’t I and you know other things”
“Why do you want to make yourself look good?”
Charlotte swallowed slightly. This was hard.
“Well I’m getting married aren’t I” she fake smiled, but even that was unbearable to do. It made her ill to think that he might actually think she wanted to marry him!
He smiled slightly but she knew he was suspicious.
“Yeah you are but since when did you mind?”
“I’ve just warmed to the idea that’s all, aren’t … aren’t you glad?”
He beamed at her and grabbed her head kissing her roughly
“Of course I’m glad! This is … this is … great! I mean, you wont ever regret marrying me Charlotte, I mean never … you won’t!”
Something told her she would. staystayed by the side of the bath, smiling like an idiot.
“So can I have a bath on my own”
His face tightened slightly. Shit. “You want me to leave?”
She couldn’t say yes, it would look too obvious.
“Well I … I just …”
“I can’t leave babe, I’ll just sit here but I can’t leave, you know that”
Charlotte gritted her teeth slightly, now she had to continue with her bath, with him watching her every detail, grinning her like a lovesick puppy.
She avoided all eye contact with him as she bathed herself as quickly as possible, she stood up out of the bath, she felt his eyes wonder over her body making her feel like vomiting and wrapped a towel around herself, she moved out of the bath so quickly she was surprised she didn’t slip and bang her head, killing herself in front of his eyes. Still it would have been an answer to her escaping. And that really would have pissed him off.

He walked beside back to the bedroom, he was still grinning. She wished she hadn’t even started this plan, it wasn’t going to work. He wasn’t stupid. But it was too late.

As she sat on the bed, she felt his body get too close for comfort; he kissed the nape of the neck and his hand slipped inside of the towel. “NO” she cried out and grabbed his hand making his expression turn to anger “I thought you were warming to me” he snarled slightly.
“I am … it’s just …. Erm… I thought maybe now, we could just (just say it) wait until our wedding night, make it more special” she cringed but not so that he could see.
He looked at her suspiciously “OK then, fine. We’ll wait until tomorrow” his mouth moved to her ear “but tomorrow night your all mine, you’ll be my wife and I can show you just how happy you’ve made me” she felt his tongue run along the lobe of her ear.
Charlotte fought back the urge to scream in horror but forced out a smile instead.
“Great”.
The next day came all to quickly, she dressed herself in a knee length black and white ‘A’ line skirt, black strappy top and sandals. She tied her hair back in a ponytail, she even added a flower to it and put on some make up. She didn’t want to make any effort at all but she had to stick with her plan now.

Matt walked into the room, in a black suit. Had she just met him she would have thought he looked good, even sexy but now it just reminded her of what was coming. He looked at her up and down and beamed at her “You look gorgeous” she laughed nervously “Err, so do you” He took her arm and they drove to the chapel, it was a small white building surrounded by trees with white flowers across the walls and door. The feeling of nausea filled Charlotte as she looked at the building of doom; time to take this plan into action.
She turned to Matt and smiled as brightly as she could making his stomach flip as he smiled back at this beautiful girl that was about to become his wife. He helped her out of the car, she was still very unsteady on her legs and her body though it was not in as much pain, still ached. He leant in to kiss her, she pulled her face away slightly but his expression told her he wasn’t best pleased. She trembled slightly as she kissed him, his tongue ran smoothly inside her mouth and his fingers weaved in her hair, as he pulled away the bright smile was still etched all over his face. Best kiss ever.

Now or never. “Matt I’m scared”
He turned to face her “What? There’s no need baby, I’m right here”
That’s why I\'m scared you idiot.
“I know but … I want my brother to be here to give me away and … and Nina to be my bridesmaid and I always dreamed that my wedding would be the day my mom was finally proud of me and none of them are here”
Matt looked at her sadly “It’s OK babe, I’m all you need to make this day special”
“I know that … and I want it to be with you but couldn\'t we just … wait. We could go back to New York and get married surrounded by family and friends and I can show them all how happy I am”
“But the weddings all set up, I just want this day to be about you and me”
“Me too but it would make me so happy, you want me to be happy right?”
“Of course, that’s all I have ever wanted”
“Then couldn’t we just … wait?”
Matt sighed slightly. “We’ll get married in New York, with your family and friends”
Charlotte smiled brightly. It worked.
“After we have got married here”
The smiled faded as quickly as it had appeared.
“What?”
“They will never know we have already been married once. We can marry now and in a couple of weeks. Unless you don’t want to marry me now” he eyed her distrustfully
“I ... I …” She was actually going to have to marry him. If ever she wanted to get home she was going to have to marry this bastard.
“Are you ready?” the priest came out to them smiling at the happy couple.
Matt looked at Charlotte waiting for her answer, she looked to the floor. “Yes”
The wedding lasted for half an hour, as the now married couple walked out of the chapel, Matt’s hands firmly wrapped around his wife’s he whispered into her ear “Now we can go back home and I can show you how happy you have made me, just like I promised” he escorted her into the care before she could answer.
“But New York. I thought we were gonna make plans for that”
The car drove away from the chapel and Matt grinned evilly.
“We’re not going to New York sweetheart, you should know that”
Charlotte almost choked “What?”
“I did enjoy your speech though”
“But you said. We would get married here and then in New York”
“I lied … just like you did when you said you had warmed to the idea of marriage”
“I didn’t …”
“I’m not stupid Charlotte so don’t make me out to be, I know you didn’t really want to marry me but telling you I would take you back to New York was the only way to get you to agree to the wedding. Your plan backfired majorly and now you are my wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health”.
He laughed cruelly “And when we get back home, I can show you just how angry I am and yet, at the same time how happy I am at you being my beautiful wife”
Charlotte couldn’t believe it; everything had deteriorated in front of her eyes. She was married to a sick bastard who was going to make her life a misery.
They pulled into the driveway and he practically pulled her all the way back to the bedroom. “I’ve been looking forward to this night … now take off your clothes. Or I can rip them off, whichever”