What Happens In Vegas

"You what?!" Andrew demanded.
"Yes, you what?!" Dad yelled from behind. I turned around and looked at everyone guiltily. I feel like a naughty toddler who has just been told off. Accept I'm not a toddler, I'm a grown woman. Accept I'm I haven't been naughty, I've been stupid. Accept it's not like I've drew on the carpet or thrown my toys about, I've gone to Vegas, gotten drunk and married a man who I've only actually met once including our wedding night.
"I didn't mean to." I muttered.
"It's not like you've lost your car keys. You've married someone!" Dad yelled. Everyone is watching. If I were them and I was watching this unfold I'd be there too, eagerly looking and laughing at the daft mare who got married in Vegas.
"What happened, V? How can you not mean it?" Andrew asked. He was angry, sure. But he looked sad more than anything.
"I was in Vegas. I got drunk. I didn't even know what I did until I work up the morning after." I explained slowly.
"That's why you keep asking how far away the wedding." he stated.
"We're going to file for divorce as soon as we can." I sighed.
"You and what? Some guy you met in Vegas. I really can't believe you." He puffed out.
"Mike." I sighed.
"Who is he?" Dad asked angrily.
"Stop-" Gran tried. I think she's hoping we can all sort this out over a cup of tea, postpone the wedding and go back to playing happy families.
"No, I will not stop! She's gotten married, Mother. I want to know which stupid, poor man she picked." Dad spat.
"He lives in San Diego. He's in a band." I said anxiously.
"A band?" Andrew asked.
"He's a drummer."
"Christ sake, Violet. Everything you have and could have had and you throw it all away for some horny drummer." Dad shook his head angrily.
"It wasn't like that!" I spat. "I've thrown nothing away."
"Really?" Andrew laughed humourlessly. "You think everything is fine then?"
"I never said that." I sighed. "I fucked up. I know I did, but please we can sort this out!" I begged.
"Did you hook up?" Andrew demanded. I looked around and saw everyone exchange looks.
"Can we just go somewhere to talk? I don't want to have this conversation here." I tried.
"No, here is good I think." Andrew snapped.
"Dad-" I tried, turning to face him.
"No. Just no." he glared.
"I think if we go to talk-" Gran tried.
"No." Dad told her. Gran has never tried to be so nice to me. Maybe she's got the wrong end of the stick. Or she's completely terrified of me not marrying Andrew. Probably the latter.
"Andrew, I know I messed up and I know I don't deserve it, but-"
"Don't ask for another chance." he warned. "Don't do it, V. You promised you had calmed down."
"I have!" I rushed.
"You haven't though." Andrew sighed.
"What is this?" I asked desperately.
"I need time to think." he told me.
"But I love you!" I said desperately.
"I know." he said. Then he turned around and walked right out of the hall. Everyone was still watching. I feel like some freak in a zoo. They're all pointing and staring and laughing at how stupid I am. They don't really care about how I feel, they've just paid to come and see me suffer so they can tell all their friends about how messed up I am.
I went to go after him but Dad came to grab my shoulders. "What have you done?" he said angrily. "Do you know how good he was? How good for you?"
"I know," I sniffed. "I know all that. You don't have to tell me."
"You've gone and thrown it all away for one night of some rough. You stupid, stupid girl." he told me.
"It's wasn't like that. Don't you think I'm embarrassed enough?"
"You're embarrassed?" Dad laughed bitterly. "I'm standing in front of friends and family. People who matter. They all know that my daughter has left Andrew, a man who they respect, for some dirty, horny drummer. Do you not understand how ashamed I am?"
"I'm sorry, I never meant this to happen!" I exclaimed. I looked into my dad's eyes and it suddenly hit me just what he was saying. He was ashamed. Image was everything and I've ruined his in the process of burying mine. Everyone here knew and they hated me.
Somehow I knew the words that were going to come out of his mouth before he said them. "Get out, Violet. I don't want to see you here."
"Please, Daddy." I almost cried.
"No," he let me go. "You married this man, so what are you doing here? You don't need me. You don't need Andrew. You don't need our money."
"You can't take me off of the account." I rushed.
"I just did." he glared at me. I stepped back and looked at everyone. Liz looked horrified.
"Shows over!" Dad suddenly called.
"I never meant for this to happen." Liz told me, coming over.
"Snap." I muttered grimly.
"V, I'm sorry."
"Please, leave me alone." I sighed tiredly. I took tiny steps until I realised there was no point. I've already wrecked my image. So I bolted right out of the room.
I hurried outside and started walking. I just kept walking. I tried calling Andrew and of course got nothing. He text me saying simply, 'Keep your distance, V. We both need space.'
All my friends were in that room and not one stuck up for me. Not one came and told me, you can stay with me. They want nothing to do with me. That's the problem with the rich kids. They're so fucking superficial.
I ended up at a ATM. I had to clear it all out while I still had the chance. I popped my card in and took out as much money as possible. I stuffed it all into my bag and collapsed down o to a nearby bench. I took out my phone and got through to the airport.
"Can I have a one way ticket?" I asked.
"Where to?" a friendly female voice asked. That was a good question. Where to?

Notes

Hey! Quick update. What did you think? What will happen? Fave line? Where will V go? Also anyone wanna come and teach me how to cook Mexican food, please and thankyou xo