UnForgotten part 7

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Hey people! Welcome back to the mind of 3moAng3l!!! Full of twisted humor,gummy bears, popcorn, cliffhangers out the wazzoo and rabid panda pairs that are ready to attack at any time!

My People, we have come this far...and it will go further. Part 8 is going to be the last in the UnForgotten series. But I am currently working on the third book. It's called UnWanted. Look for it!!!

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  1. Time flew by, and before I knew it, I was trying on my dress. It was white of course, but it was an empire style dress. The neckline wasn’t that low, but low enough that it looked extravagant. It had beading on the waistline, which was just below my bust. I came out of the dressing room, and I sware to Bob that it was just like the movies. Everyone, seriously they did, gasped as I stepped onto the little circular podium-type thing. I looked at myself in the mirror and just stared. My Aunt Lisa, Jason’s dad and his bodyguards, Laura, Schelby, and Conner were all there. This was only the first dress that I had put on and I already knew it was the one I wanted. I heard sniffling and turned around to see that Lisa was crying.
  2. “No, don’t cry!” I exclaimed. I got off of the podium thing and went to go comfort her. “It really is a beautiful dress Erica,” Armando said to me, nearly welling up himself. Joey and Vinnie were both smiling, but said nothing. Both Schelby and Laura were just staring at me. “What’s wrong?” I asked, starting to turn around to see if I had stepped on the veil or something. “It’s just that not two years ago, you didn’t know what the hell you were going to after high school, and now,” Laura said, her voice quivering like she was going to cry. “Now you’re going to get married.” Damn it. Now I’m going to end up crying. Both Schelby and Laura started sniffling, loudly, and then I just looked up at the ceiling, trying not to break down, myself. “Don’t you dare start crying too, you’ll get your make-up on your dress,” Lisa said, starting to fret. “I’m not gunna cry,” I said, tears spilling over. Schelby hugged me and was laughing. “What happened to not crying huh?” “It’s all your fault, you idiots started crying and then I did,” I mumbled, taking the tissue that Armando had offered me.
  3. **Forward time** It was the day before the wedding, and I was at the church with Conner, Schelby and Jason, making sure nothing would go wrong. We were decorating the isles when Conner got a call on his cell phone. “Hello?” he answered. I looked over at Conner. His face turned really pale. Jason looked over at me, then at Conner. “Alright, thanks,” Conner replied, weakly and shut his phone. “What’s wrong?” I asked, fearing that someone had died. “You know how my brother Caleb had took off after he got chased by the cops last year?” he replied. “Yeah.” Jason said. Schelby sat down and just looked at all of us. “Well, he got in a bad situation with some worse people and now he’s in a coma. He was driving down the road when this gang that was after him decided to try and crash into him. They did and now he’s in the hospital,” Conner said with a weird look on his face.
  4. Oh. Dear. God. Caleb had been like my older brother during junior high and after he went off to college three years ago, everything went downhill for him. I haven’t seen him in a little over a year and a half. I dropped everything and ran out of the door. “Erica wait,” Jason called out after me, but I ignored him and was already out the door and in the car. I opened the passenger door and Conner, Jason and Schelby all got in the back seat. I gunned the gas and raced to the hospital. By the time we got there, which was only ten minutes later by the way, I was about ready to kill someone my blood pressure was so high. I squealed the tires to a stop and hopped out of the car.
  5. I ran into the building and straight to the nurse’s desk. “Where is Caleb Heath?” She looked surprised to see how exasperated I was and told me that he was in the E.R. I raced around the hospital, until I saw through a little round window; he was lying on a hospital bed, and the doctors were still working on him. The pace in the room was frenzied, and there was blood everywhere. I stepped back, not being able to take all of the blood. I backed into a wall, and slid down to the floor. Jason and Conner finally caught up with me and were looking through the window now. Conner looked as white as a ghost while he kept looking through the glass. Jason noticed I was on the floor and sat down with me. He held my hand as I tried not to hyperventilate. A doctor came out of the room about ten minutes later, covered in blood that obviously wasn’t his. “Are you the patients family?” he asked.
  6. Conner came out of his trance and looked at the doctor. “Yeah, we are. Is he going to be alright?” The doctor looked wary. “He’ll be okay for now, but we’re going to keep him on the machines.” This had gotten my full attention, blood or no blood. “What do you mean machines? What machine? And why the hell can’t I see him right now?” I had the doctor up against the wall before Jason could get hold of me. The doctor looked as if he had done this all before. “He can’t exactly breathe on his own. The blow to his head on the steering wheel caused extensive damage to his brain. He is in a weak coma.” “It didn’t help that the truck rolled eight times before it came to a stop,” said a police officer that was nearby. Apparently, he arrived at the scene and called in the ambulance. I felt beaten. All this was going on and the wedding was tomorrow. “Its off,” I mumbled.
  7. Jason looked at me. “What?” “I said it’s off. I can’t deal with all of this and then go to a wedding tomorrow.” I said, turning for the hall. “You can’t possibly mean that. After all the trouble you’ve gone to make this wedding? I don’t think so,” Jason exclaimed, a vein in his forehead starting to throb. I ignored him and kept walking down the hall. “Erica, stop.” I whirled around. Angry now. “Jason just shut the hell up. You go ahead and do the stupid Italian yell and hands waving in the air thing and get over yourself. The wedding is off,” I screamed at him, and stormed off. As I was walking away, I heard Jason yell, “You are absolutely, undeniably the most stubborn person I have ever met!” Not surprisingly, when I looked out of the corner of my eye when I turned down another hall, Jason was waving his hands around and cussing in Italian.
  8. I got back to the apartment that Jason and I were now renting until we got a house and flopped down on the bed. It was around ten o’clock and I was bone tired. I had thought about calling off the wedding and decided it wasn’t that good of an idea. Especially because we already had three hundred people coming and the invitations had already been sent out. So while I was in the car, driving around, doing nothing productive, I texted Jason and told him that the stupid thing was still on. He replied back when I was laying down on the bed in our room, but I didn’t take the time to read it. I dozed to sleep, my mind still racing.
  9. I struggled out of sleep thinking that something was wrong. I was caught at the edge of a dream, and something was pulling me awake. It was a light, I thought. Dim, but annoying. I’d fallen asleep and left a light burning somewhere in the apartment. Probably did it when I checked the locks. Probably I should get up and turn the light off. I was on my stomach with my face smushed into the pillow. I squinted at the bedside clock. Two o’clock. I didn’t want to get out of bed. To quote Danni, I was snug as a bug in a rug. I closed my eyes. The hell with the light. I was trying hard to ignore the light when I heard the faint rustle of clothing from the far side of the room.
  10. Since I had gotten into that fight with Jason earlier, and from the tone of his voice when he yelled at me, it sounded like he was ready to kill me. I kept my eyes closed and hoped death came quickly. After about twenty seconds of this, I got impatient with waiting for death. I opened my eyes and rolled onto my back.
  11. Jason was leaning one shoulder against the doorjamb, his arms loosely crossed over his chest. He was dressed in an outfit that his father made him wear when he was working for him, black T-shirt and black cargo pants. This is not a good sign. He either killed someone or put somebody in a hospital tonight. And it was probably because of me he was doing this. He was trying to take his anger out on anyone but me. “I’m trying to decide if I should throw you out the window, or if I should get in next to you,” Jason said, not looking especially surprised or angry. “Are there any other options?” I asked, groggily. His mouth curved at the corners. Not quite a smile but definite amusement. The brown eyes were unwavering, fixed on me. “What scares you more…getting thrown out the window or sleeping with me?”
  12. I sat up in the bed, pulling the covers up with me. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not that scary.” The almost smile stayed in place. “Really? That’s not what my dad’s clients thought tonight.” “Well I’m not your father’s client, I’m your father’s soon-to-be-daughter-in-law.” Jason started unlacing his boots. “Don’t look so panicked. You can sleep on the couch, or you can leave, or you can stay in the bed,” he said when he saw the look on my face. “I’m not going to attack you in your sleep. At least its not my plan right now,” he continued with a wink my way.
  13. And he disappeared into the bathroom. Heaven help me, I didn’t want to give up the bed. The sheets were silky and the pillows were soft. And the bed was big. I turned on my side, face to the wall, back to the bathroom, lulled into sleep by the distant sound of the shower and the rain on the window.
  14. I came awake slowly, thinking I was back at Aunt Lisa’s house. I could feel the warmth from the man next to me and I edged closer. I reached out, and the instant my fingertip touched skin I realized my mistake. “Oops,” I said. “Babe,” Jason said, wrapping his arms around me, gathering me close to him. I meant to push him away, but I was distracted by the scent of the sexy shower gel mingled with the warm Jason. “You smell great,” I told him, my lips brushing against his neck as I spoke, my mind suddenly not totally connected to my mouth. I liked his response.
  15. “I have to go,” he said a minute later after kissing me. “No, don’t go,” I said, squeezing his fingers that were tangled in mine. “You don’t want me to be at the wedding then?” I sighed. “Go before I hold you hostage.” He smiled slightly, and I watched him leave the bed, in nothing but black silk boxers. They sat disturbingly low on his hip, and his long hair was mussed from sleep. His hair really wasn’t that long, only to his shoulders, but still long for a guy. How’d I’d managed to stop kissing him and give into the lame excuse was a mystery. Even now, I was having a hard time not jumping across the bed and grabbing him. I got up, still in my short shorts and tanktop pajamas that I had somehow gotten into, and pattered into the livingroom. The apartment wasn’t extravagant like Aunt Lisa’s place or Armando’s palace, but it was any other normal one-bedroom apartment. Jason was already somehow dressed and was grabbing a bagel from the toaster. “You aren’t going to freak out on me like you did yesterday are you?” Jason asked, mouthful of bagel. I shook my head no as I started making calls for all of the girls to come over. I was done with the calls in less than fifteen minutes and Jason was waiting to say good-bye to me. “Finally,” he said jokingly. “Oh, you’ll be otay,” I replied.
  16. He pressed me against the front door and kissed me. My fingers curled into his grey shirt, and I think I might have momentarily lost consciousness. And I wondered how long it would take me to get him undressed.
  17. “If you want to get married today, I suggest you quit tempting me like this,” Jason mumbled. Yes, this was no time to send myself to the fiery depths of hell. I smoothed out the wrinkles from his shirt where my fingers had gripped the material. Jason nearly laughed and left. Literally, ten minutes later, Schelby, Aunt Lisa, Kenna, Ashley, Laura, and Danni all showed up, all dressed and everything. Schelby was my maid of honor so her dress was a bit different from the rest. The bridesmaid colors were kind of a jade green, and Schelby’s was more of a hunter green. They were all wearing dresses, including Danni, and how he got the dress I don’t know because I specifically asked that he wear a suit that was the same color as the dresses but that obviously didn’t happen. “Omigod, what are you still doing in your pj’s? Come on,” Laura exclaimed as soon as she walked in. She went to the hall closet and got out my dress. Jason was told that if he even thought about opening that closet that I would have his own cousins and uncles go after him. Which was not a lie. Laura hauled the thing out of the closet and pulled it into my room. It ended up being very loud and crowded in there because of the constant chatter about how pretty I was going to look or how there’s actually going to be a wedding. I mean, it’s just a wedding people. Only I wasn’t the one that was going to be in some horrible bridesmaid dress, instead, I was going to be the one walking down the isle, with…everyone looking at me…and me putting a ring on Jason’s finger…with everyone looking at me…and…I can’t do this.
  18. Lol. Come back for the final Installment of UnForgotten :))))

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