Tangled Love

Mum knocks on my bedroom door for the millionth time and I groan, rolling over in my sleep.
"Emily, you've got half an hour to be up and ready!" She yells through the crack in the door. I hear her footsteps grow fainter as
she walks back down the stairs.
"Screw you." I mutter, flipping a finger at the door. I know she can't see me but I earn a sense of satisfaction from it.
Does Mum seriously want to walk around and act like the perfect family all day?
I haven't seen any of Mum's or Dad's family since he died. It's almost as if Mum wanted to isolate herself after his death. Once
Trevor came along, he made sure we never spoke to our relatives again. I remember having endless days where I felt insanely
lonely, nothing but my teddy bears and barbie dolls to keep me company. Considering it's been six years since I've seen my
family, I'm feeling a little nervous.
I glance at the outfit I bought yesterday that's hung up on my wardrobe door. Yes, I know . . . I'm pretty last minute.
It's a light pink dainty dress that ends just above my knees. It's a gorgeous lace collar that made me feel pretty and feminine
when I tried it on. I'm wearing nude tights underneath to hide my scars and white pumps that I'd found in the back of my
wardrobe. Comfy but cute.
Mum using Trevor as a threat against me is still fresh in my mind and I couldn't look her in the eyes anymore. I plan on ignoring
her and Trevor the whole way there and back. It wasn't as if we had anything interested to say to each other anyway. How sad is
that?
After showering, changing and completing my hair and makeup, I'm finally ready.
"Twenty three minutes, not bad." I grin, feeling proud of myself. How many other girls can say they got ready in that time?
My stomach still flares up in pain and I'mon constant painkillers to dull the pain out but I manage to make myself look
presentable. I grab my phone off my bed and tuck it into the small shoulder bag I'm taking with me. Exhaling slowly I open my
bedroom door and walk downstairs.
Let's get this over with.
*****
The wedding ceremony was incredibly boring.

After being greeted by a hundred and one cousins and aunties I never knew I had, I was officially pooped out. My eyes became
heavy, fluttering shut. I was exhausted and my body craved sleep.
A sharp jab in my ribs woke me up suddenly and I hissed in pain, clutching it tightly. I spun my head around, glaring at the culprit
- Trevor. He was frowning at me, eyes burning holes through mine. I sighed and sat up straighter, willing for the ceremony to be
over soon.
On the plus side, Auntie Mandy looked gorgeous. She was wearing a stunning white floor length dress, her smile lighting up the
room. When she had seen me, her eyes filled with tears and she hugged me tightly. I grinned as she repeating over and over
again how much I had grown. The woman practically cut off my circulation for a few minutes but I didn't mind.
It's nice feeling like you belong, even if it is only for a day.
After the vows and photographs, everyone began to head towards the party room to celebrate in style. AKA - Get so drunk, you
forget your own name.
I walked slowly behind everyone, dragging my feet as I went. All I want is to sleep, is that so much to ask?
"Emily? Is that you?"
I spin around at the mention of my name and my eyes connect with my favorite human ever, Grandpa.
I gasp and run towards him, my eyes filling up quickly with tears. He opens his arms out for an embrace and I fall into him,
knocking him backwards slightly. He chuckles quietly, returning my hug. I rest my head against his shoulders, memories flooding
back to me. My emotions suddenly explode and I begin bawling my eyes out, staining his immaculately crisp white shirt.
I haven't seen him in years.
Every school holidays I'd spend a few days with him and Grandma and we'd spend endless hours by the lake. I listened carefully
whilst my Grandad fished and told me all about his adventurous childhood stories. He was older now and a lot smaller than I
remembered him. He woody scent remained the exact same and I inhaled it, a smile stretching across my face. Grandad stood
back and looked at me, his eyes glistening with unshed, happy tears.
"You've grown up so much Elly," he smiles, sadness filling his eyes.

I grin at his nickname for me which sounds like music to my ears after not hearing it for so long. I wipe away my own tears,
feeling a little embarrassed for the way I reacted. I've always thought about him over the years but didn't know how to get in
contact. Mum always refused if I ever asked for her help.
"I've missed you Pops," I murmur, hugging him harder. He holds onto me and strokes my hair before re-assuring me that
everything is going to be okay. He repeats it over and over again —
"I'll make sure of it Elly."
I don't know how he plans to make it okay but I hold onto his words tightly. . . He's my only hope right now.