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The Story:
They skipped up to the little chapel with their hands locked in an inseparable tangle. All they heard was their own laughter. All they thought was of the happiness they shared. All they felt were their rapidly beating hearts pumping out adrenaline saturated with love.
Stopping a few feet from the doors, she turned to face him.
“Let me fix your bow tie for you.”
She straightened a freshly picked flower tied around his neck, giggling at how ridiculous and cute it was.
“Why, thank you, ma’am. And do you need any help with that garter?”
“Oh, stop it,” she laughed as she smacked his hand away.
When the laughter of the moment subsided, he gazed into her endless blue eyes and touched her cheek.
“For better or worse.”
“For better or worse,” she agreed.
Each of them took a deep breath and threw open the doors of the chapel. Waiting for them on the other side was her father, who without hesitation charged at her lover and grabbed him by the neck. He threw him to the ground in the front courtyard.
The chapel’s minister came running out to stop the spectacle.
“Stop! Stop, please! This is not necessary! We can work this out togeth…”
Her father let loose a throwing knife, which embedded itself in the minister’s chest. His daughter screamed as the minister collapsed. He looked down and grinned at her lover.
“You’re going to wish you could have died as quickly.”
He pulled out another knife and began carving a word into her lover’s arm. She screamed at her father in hysterics from a distress that few would ever know as she helplessly watched him begin to mutilate the only man she had ever loved.
It took a few moments for her to realize that this scene showed her father for the monster that he was known as. She had never actually seen his work, but she always knew. She thought about the joy she shared with her lover and how he strove to always do good.
With finality, she decided that monsters had no place in her world. She pulled the knife from the minister’s chest and threw it into her father’s back. He cried out and disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
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