by Dani René
“Okay?”
“Fine,” she mutters.
I can’t help but chuckle at how she’s playing the little angry girl role to perfection right now and she’s probably expecting me to budge and give in, but it’s not going to happen.
Jameson is a good man.
I’d stake my life on that much and if he fucks up, then I’m sure Molly won’t hesitate to right his wrongs.
“I have an idea,” I say getting to my feet. “Why don’t we go get ourselves washed up and pick out the prettiest dress you have and head on down to the bar? I’ll get nice and drunk and let you take advantage of me.”
I wink at her and the little angry girl immediately melts away. She quickly gets to her feet, the top of her head barely grazing my shoulder as she smirks.
“I think we owe ourselves a little bit of fun tonight—just the two of us, don’t you?” she asks, biting her lower lip seductively.
I put a hand on either side of her face and smile down into her beautiful face.
“It’s always just the two of us, Molls. Always.”
The Dress
Molly
“Naughty dolly, naughty Molly, sitting in the sun. Daddy doesn’t like when you play with his gun,” I giggle, thinking about the day I found Pike’s gun in the drawer. He hardly uses it, but I remember the one time we played a game which he promised me we’d never do again.
“Sweet Molls,” his voice comes from behind me when I swirl the black metal handgun around my finger again and again.
“In the dark, in the light, it’s time for a fight. Red and white, black and red, all the colors spin around in my head.”
“Baby girl,” Pike whispers as he leans in, his lips at my ear. My gaze finds him in the mirror as he rises, leaving me shivering from the missing heat of his breath. Those sky-blue eyes seem to shine like diamonds when he looks at me. He steps away from me, taking in my grip on the gun.
“Daddy,” I purr, standing so I’m at my full five foot nothing and sidle up to him. “I’m going shopping today.”
He quirks a dark eyebrow in question. “And you need my gun for that?”
“Of course, Daddy,” I giggle, leaning up on my tiptoes and pressing the barrel of the gun beneath his chin like I’ve seen him do to assholes before. “Because I’m a bad girl.”
A low growl vibrates through his chest and I can feel him harden against my leg. I plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and lower the weapon.
“And I feel safe when I have it. You can’t come along on my shopping trip today.” I turn and head into the closet. Pulling out my jeans, I tug them up my slim legs. Throwing on a jumper, I find him standing at the dresser, his arms folded in front of his chest. Gold chains hang from his neck and his eyes are penetrating right through me.
“What are you up to?”
“My dress, I need to get one. For the wedding,” I tell him easily, shoving the handgun into the waistband of my jeans. “And you’re not allowed to see it.”
“Because I’ll rip it off and fuck you in front of everyone and make you squeal on my dick,” he says, the corner of his mouth lifting seductively.
“Mmm,” I shrug, attempting to calm my erratic heartbeat from the thoughts of having everyone watch him own my body with his.
“Don’t ignore me, baby girl.” It’s a warning. One that I turn around for, meeting his gaze once more to find it burning with need.
“I’m going to look so pretty, Daddy,” I promise, kissing him one last time before making my way into the living room and pulling on my boots. Once I’m ready, I grab my keys and phone, so Pike can call me if he’s worried and I head for the door.
“If you’re not home by five, I’ll come looking for you.”
I nod, exiting our apartment with excitement thrumming through me. I know the store I’m heading to. It’s one of those vintage style ones, the kind that holds dresses from the fifties and sixties. I’ve never been a fan of dressing up, spending most of my time in boots and jeans, but this is special. It’s the one day that I can finally say happiness has found me.
It’s been a long time since my monsters caught me, it’s also been a long while that the nightmares weren’t knocking at my door. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw them hovering over me. Snarling and grunting.
The sun is high, the heat is enough to stifle anything in its path, and as I make my way into the store, I bask in the coolness of the air conditioner. Killing people in the heat is never fun. As much as I enjoy being drenched in blood, I prefer doing it in the shade.
“Hello,” a pretty brunette says, smiling at me. She’s wearing one of those polka dot dresses which have netting under the skirt and I hope they have a plain red one. Perhaps the color of cherries—dark and rich.
“Hi, I need a dress for my wedding,” I tell her with a smile.
Her eyes widen in surprise, “Oh, we don’t stock wedding dresses.”
“I know. This isn’t a conventional wedding.” Flicking through the hangers on the silver railing, I don’t find what I want. When I have an image of something in mind, that’s the exact thing I’ll look for.
“Okay, well, we can find something in white—”
“No white. I want red. It has to be the color of blood. Like a red wine.” Stealing a glance her way, I notice her hands shake when she nods. I make people nervous. I know I do. Social cues aren’t my strong suit.
“Right,” she says, her voice filled with confusion and I can’t hide the giggle that bubbles in my chest. “We have this dress,” she tells me, pulling out a knee-length cherry red dress that has a thick black belt which will fit around my middle. The square neckline is perfect, along with the black netting just below the skirt.
“That’s it.” I tell her, grabbing the item from her grasp and quickly heading toward the changing room to see what it looks like. Once inside, I shut the door and take off my clothes. I pick up my phone and take a selfie in the mirror—my underwear the same color as the dress—before I send the photo to Pike with a little message.
Thinking of you, Daddy. Xo
I pull on the dress, ensuring it’s a perfect fit, before glancing in the mirror again. The image is blurry when I stop to really look at myself. I’m short, with long blonde hair, and the biggest blue eyes which matches Pike’s. I guess it runs in the family. My dark liner gives me an emo look. I’ve always hidden behind it, ensuring everyone was scared of me because I thought it’s the only way I wouldn’t get hurt. Then Pike broke me down and made me feel something. He made me love.
The dress is everything I had envisioned. It’s perfect. Just like Pike and me. My phone buzzing on the small chair in the changing room drags me from the thoughts of what’s to come, and when I open the message, I can’t help laughing.
Get home now so I can spank that little ass.
I can’t deny him. I’ve never been able to. So, I change into my normal clothes and make my way to the counter to pay. With a smile, I skip down the road, looking forward to my welcome when I get home.
With This Ring
Pike
Today is just another day in the vast equation of time. Nothing special to anyone who can’t see what I see or feel what I feel—and I pity every last person that doesn’t get to share this typical day in their lives with us.
I’m standing with Jameson at the front of the dilapidated chapel, leaning against the dusty altar, waiting for my bride to make her way down to me. I would have liked a tidier place for us, but much like the old, broken trains in the yard, Molly said this place reminded her of us and I don’t want to take that away from her. I want her to have every bit of happiness I can give her and more.
I crack my neck and feel a slight flow of warmth flow through my body. I can’t tell if it’s the excitement of what’s to come or the little magic papers that we slipped onto our tongues when we arrived at our destination.
“You nervous, Pike?”
I glance over at Jameson and grin, rubbing my hands slowly together.
; “Nah. I’ve lived most of my life with her in one way or another—it just makes sense to do this now,” I reply with a shrug. He nods as I cross my arms loosely over my chest, eyeing the little audience we’ve gathered for our day. I don’t think any of them still really know why they’re here and that’s okay, as long as they don’t try to fuck this up for us.
Molly’s mother and father sit on the left side of the chapel, three pews back, exchanging confused looks with each other. My mother and father sit on the right side in the front pews—always wanting to be the center of fucking attention, they won’t sit anywhere they wouldn’t consider “front row” for any reason, regardless of what it may be.
Besides these four useless fucks, the place is empty, which will make the reception a breeze. None of them can stop us no matter what they try to say because Jameson already told me that he won’t ask for objections to our union.
As unholy as it may seem, we’re going to have our ceremony, exchange rings, and sign the piece of paper that will make Molls feel complete. Nothing has ever mattered to me as much as Molly does and they’ll finally understand that they pushed us toward each other.
And for that, I’m grateful.
I’ll never tell them, though.
They don’t deserve to share in our happiness, and luckily, they won’t have to for much longer.
A door creaks open in the back of the chapel and I take an involuntary deep breath as the nerves start to sink in. I’m not worried about what we’re doing, nor am I second guessing it, I’m just excited to be able to look her in the eyes for the last time as only my lover and then again for the first time as my wife.
She peeks her head around into the chapel and grins when she sees me waiting at the end of the aisle for her. I run a hand back through my normally wild hair, sleeking it down as much as I can, and then blow out a breath. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a moment in the entire time that we’ve been together as happy as I do right now. I feel proud of us—not that I’m not already, but I could fucking burst at the seams over this path that we’ve chosen to walk down together.
Molly steps out from behind the door and as it slams behind her, she giggles. I chuckle softly and glance over at Jameson, who slaps my shoulder in a friendly way. After spending some time with us, he gets her. He knows this is just how she ticks, and he even told me that I’m one hell of a man for taking on someone like Molls.
Granted, I know a back-handed compliment when I’ve been slapped with one, but it’s not like he’s wrong. Being with Molly comes with a lot of work and patience; I’ve become the man I am today because of loving her as much as I do. I’ve learned to be kind, caring, patient, and even how to calm her monsters when she seems like she’s slipped away for good.
As she begins to make the trek toward me, I slide my hands into my pockets and grin. Hopefully she won’t put on a show of it because I really do want to get this show on the road, but if she does, then I’ll just have to wait until she’s good and ready.
That’s where patience comes in.
Molly almost makes it to me when she stops at the third pew on the left of the chapel and smiles widely at her parents.
“Hi Momma!” she says, completely ignoring Uncle Pete’s presence. I watch cautiously as Aunt Janine gets up from where she’s sitting and slides over her husband to get to Molly.
“Honey? What’s going on? Why are were here?” she asks her softly, placing a hand gently on her arm.
“Don’t touch me,” Molly snaps at her, pulling away violently. She takes a deep breath before her smile returns and she continues to make her way toward the altar, but again, she stops at the first pew on the right of the chapel and smiles at my parents.
“Hi Aunt Rhonda and Uncle Greg!”
They nod at her in their pretentious, snotty fucking way, and she shrugs. The only opinion that’s ever mattered to Molly’s has been mine and I eye my parents dangerously as she turns away from them, finally walking up the three small steps and stopping in front of me.
“Hi Daddy,” she says softly.
Her dress is cherry red; like the stain on her lips, like the blood that flowed from her when I stuck my dick into her for the first time.
She’s wearing her favorite pair of black, leather moto boots that give her an extra inch of height, and as she slides her hands into mine, I can’t help but think about how lucky I am to even be standing here.
Molly could have broken and killed me a thousand and one times, and if she’s ever thought about it, I’ve never been made privileged to that information. She could stick Gigi straight into my fucking heart and my last words would still be I love you.
“Hi baby girl,” I reply, running a hand down the side of the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen.
“Well, alright. Let’s do this,” Jameson says as he clears his throat and snaps us back to the moment.
“Do what exactly?” Aunt Janine asks loudly.
Jameson rolls his eyes as we turn to face him, my heart racing knowing that Aunt Janine seems to be the only person in here that has a clue besides us. I’m worried that she’ll try to stop us and make Molly upset. I’m worried about what I’ll do to her if she protests to our union before it’s time for that part of the show.
Molly glances over her shoulder at her mother, venom on the tip of her tongue, but I nudge her to remind her that we’re not here for anyone but each other.
Her body shivers slightly as she turns her attention to Jameson who begins to speak. It’s not the usual wedding vows, because we aren’t usual people, so he wrote something special just for us.
I can feel it coming.
The part where we get to pledge a lifetime of devotion to each other and it’s making me as giddy as a schoolboy. Jameson nods at us and we turn to face each other, clasping our hands together, and I can actually see the love swelling in her eyes.
“I do!” she yells happily, and I can’t help but smile and shake my head.
“Baby, we haven’t gotten to that part yet,” I say to her softly.
“Daddy, there’s nothing I can say to you now that I haven’t said already to prove how much I love you. And to be honest, there’s nothing you can say to me that will prove your love. You’ve done so much for me—more than those pieces of shit have,” she says nodding at her parents, “and I just … I just want to be your wife.”
I can feel a tear spill down my cheek.
Of all the years we’ve spent together, not once have I ever shed a tear. Not when her mind has come close to leaving me; not when she’s cried in my arms begging me to never leave her.
But this.
Seeing Molly being so vulnerable with her love—the love I’ve silently questioned so many times before stirs the humanity in me.
“You two can’t get married!”
Molly inhales sharply as she turns her head toward my father, who’s now standing on his feet, ready to charge the altar and she hisses at him.
“I didn’t ask about objections,” Jameson offers with a laugh. “Your words don’t count here, buddy. Anyway, I now pronounce you husband and wife—you may now kiss the bride.”
I put a hand on either side of my Sweet Molly’s face and turn her trembling body toward mine. I push away the stray piece of hair that’s fallen into her eyes and I smile softly at her.
She’s focusing now.
She’s remembering that this is just for us and no one else.
And as my father’s heavy footsteps starts walking toward us, I lean down and kiss my new bride passionately on the lips.
The Bloody Reception
Molly
There’s never been a more perfect day. The moment I looked into Pike’s big blue eyes and vowed to be with him forever, I knew it was the right thing to do. Lifting my gaze, I find a swirl of colors before me—a rainbow of promises.
Of course, my parents had to spoil the day by showing up, but it’s okay because I know that even though they don’t approve of our union, they can’t stop us. They’r
e lying six feet underground. They look good for dead people. My mind swirls again and the bright colors pulse like those lights in a nightclub, but we’re far from the busy city fluorescents.
A giggle escapes my lips and Pike turns his gaze to mine. Those big blue eyes that offer me calm and solace, now allow me to be free. He’s my husband. Mine. The ring on my finger is made of some sort of black metal. He told me what it was, but for the life of me, the only thing I can think of is drenching it in blood. A sacrifice of sorts.
“Molly, Pike,” the low hiss of his father startles me, and I find my right-hand gripping Gigi tight in my fist. The wrinkled skin on Uncle Greg’s neck makes my fingers itch and tingle. They want to see him drained of the Merlot colored liquid. “This is blasphemous.” His continued complaints make the thick vein on his forehead pulse wildly and I wonder if there’s a lot of liquid in it. Would it spurt, or would it merely trickle down his face?
“Father, this is our day. Would you be happy for us for once in your godforsaken life?” Pike’s voice is cold, harsh. He places a hand on my thigh, holding onto me as if I’m going to root him to the spot, but I can’t, because I’m flying away.
Lifting my hand, I trail the sleek silver blade over the table where we’re all sitting. Uncle Greg’s face is one of pure horror when he sees Gigi. Everyone is always scared of her, and I’m not sure why.
I rise silently, stalking around the table, making my way toward the man whose vein is ready to pop. Perhaps I should help him.
“What are you doing, girl?” He grunts when my hand wraps around his neck. He’s old, frail, but he’s still strong. He attempts to fight me off, but Pike’s friend Jameson holds the old man down for me.
“Look and see, a gift for me. My Pike gave me a shiny ring, and for you, he’s brought nothing.” I pout, allowing the sharp metal to scrape against the wrinkles of flesh. When I reach the vein that’s now throbbing wildly, I push into it, right into his forehead. Aunt Rhonda screeches beside me, causing me to snap my gaze toward her. “Shut up, bitch!”
