POV:ELLE
I was finally married.
It all happened so fast. The engagement, the arrangements, the wedding. Everything.
I was going to miss my parents and Dylan. We had cried our eyes out and promised not to cry today. It seemed we kept that promise.
When I walked into the house, I couldn't keep the expression of horror I had on my face even if you paid me to. It was that horrible.
The room I got in wasn't though. It was painted in plain white. This house was big, I had chosen the room next to Mason's. I showered and changed into my pyjamas. I wasn't sleepy yet as it was still five in the evening. I wanted something to snack on while I scroll through my phone and reply some emails.
I went downstairs to find Mason leaning on the kitchen counter. I went straight to the kitchen shelves in hope that he had stocked snacks. After opening about five shelves I finally found where the snacks where kept.There were a lot of snack there. I found some chips and biscuits and I took two of each and one soda.
I was about leaving when he spoke, "Where do you think you're going to with MY snacks?"
The way he spoke caught me off guard. He haven't been speaking to me nicely since we met but this was on another level. His words and tone were sharp and hard.
"Um, upstairs to my room. And what do you mean your snacks? This is our house" I said
"Well it might be our house but I bought those snacks with MY money. You can't just come in here demanding we re-paint the walls, taking my snacks and doing whatever you like" he said, his words dripping with venom.
I just stared at him. What's going on? All this anger was new to me and I was fed up with it. I dropped the snacks on the kitchen counter.
"What's your fuck is your problem? What did I ever do to you to deserve this fucking attitude, huh?" I asked anger evident in my voice.
He laughed but there was no humor in it. "What did you do? After all these years you're still a pretentious liar" he said with bitterness.
"What?" I asked. Where was all these coming from?
"Oh don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You think I would forget how you betrayed me years ago? After I told you about Kylie what did you do? You went ahead to tell your parents to get us married" he shouted.
I didn't know what to say I just kept mute. What was he talking about? That wasn't what happened. I tried to talk but he raised his hands shutting me up.
"Keep your fucking excuses to yourself, I don't want to hear it. I told you I had a crush on Kylie and after encouraging me you decided to be the pretentious liar you are and ruin it"
"But let me tell you Elle, you didn't win. I knew about your pretentious ways and I decided to play a long with it. You might have succeeded in getting married to me but you'll never succeed in getting my love. I fucking hate you Elle" Mason said, his words cutting me deep. His eyes flashed red in anger.
There were tears in mine. All these years he had hated me? He thought I deceived him to get married to me? Was that how low he thought of me? All these years I've had feelings for him and what? He hates me? He played along for years just to get back at me?
"If you hate me this much why didn't you call off the wedding since we are adults now?" I managed to find my voice.
"Because it would be more satisfying to see you suffer and miserable in the marriage you trapped me in"
"Trapped you in? It was an arranged marriage Mason, our parents did that" I told him.
"You knew about Kylie yet you didn't object to it did you?" He asked crossing his arms.
"Well that was beca-"
" When will you ever accept that you're just a fucking pretentious liar? Your stupid excuses are not needed Elle. This marriage will be a loveless marriage forever. You trapped me in here, now you'll be miserable in it" he finished.
He took the snacks on the kitchen counter and left. I was numb. What did I get myself into? I thought the awkwardness between Mason and I would get better. Hate? He hates me for something I didn't even do. It was all a missunderstanding, one that I could easily clear up but he won't let me speak.
I went upstairs to my room with blurry vision. I laid on my bed and cried my eyes out.