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I made my way to the elevator holding back tears. I looked down at my arms seeing the bruises that she left. I can't believe I'm going to be stuck with her for 5 years. How am I gonna deal with her for that long? I feel like she would actually kill me if I fuck anything up with the company. I brought my phone out and started calling Scarlett, she's my best friend. She's always been there for me and always has the best advice.
I met scarlet in the local cafe and told her everything that had happened including the lovely Dylan and her threats. 'Shit Lizzie, what are you going to do?' She asks me. 'Nothing I can do scar, it's all done we're officially married and got a text from my dad telling me I'm moving into her house tomorrow' after talking with Scarlett I felt better. I knew she would be there for me no matter what happened.
I decided to go out, it's basically my last night of freedom so might aswell. I made my way through the club going straight to the bar. I saw a guy staring me up and down and walked up to him whispering in his ear. He pulled me with him outside to take me back to his. But we were stopped when a hand forcefully pulled me back from him.
I looked up and saw an angry Dylan. Even angrier than when I first met her. I pulled my arm out of grip and pushed her away from me. 'I told you not to touch me again' I spoke feeling myself getting angry. The guy I left with came up to me and started to push Dylan away by her chest. And Dylan lost it. She punched the guy in the face. And threw him up against the cab. 'You touch me again and I'll break every single fucking finger on your hands. Do you understand me?'
The guy nodded his head with fear then Dylan pushed him away. She then turned to me. 'Why the fuck were you going to leave with him. Our marriage is going to be on the front page of every news article and here you are slutting yourself out, now get in the taxi and get home'. My jaw opened wondering where the fuck this dick had the audacity to tell me what to do. I ignored Dylan and walked back into the club trying to find someone else to dance with, before I even entered she had grabbed my arm and forced me in her car then locked the doors.
'Dylan open the fucking doors now' I screamed at her she just sat there turning the volume up and ignoring me. 'You do not get to embarrass me Elizabeth, you're not to step foot in that club again if you can't control yourself'. I looked at Dylan with nothing but rage. 'You can't tell me what I can and can't do you absolute ass hole' I screamed hitting her arm making sure it hurts.
Dylan brings the car to a sudden stop. I look around and see I'm 2 blocks away from my house. She gets out of the car and opens my door dragging me out by the back of my neck. 'Fine if you want to act like a fucking bitch, you can find your own way home'. And then Dylan left. Elizabeth stood there feeling nothing but anger towards "her wife".