CANNON
WEDDINGS, I fucking hated them.
They all fucking reminded me of the asshole I had of a father and the pathetic woman my mother had been in failing to stand up to her husband.
What I fucking hated even more at the moment was everything in front of my eyes.
Dumb as fuck snobs.
So much pink that it made me almost barf and flowers that did nothing but clog my nostrils.
What stung the most was the man standing at the altar grim as ever and nervous as fuck. I’d never wanted to be a groom. Fuck, I’d never thought of marriage let alone having a girlfriend but at this very moment I wanted to shoot Lucas fucking Hawkins in the head and take his place.
I couldn’t though I had the chance to.
Seated in the midst of the guests waiting for the bride to arrive, I took a fucking breath. Coming here was stupid and yet for some stupid reason my heart insisted on staying.
