What Happens In Vegas

I can't bare to stay married to him another minute. What was I thinking? Just what was I thinking? He's not even good looking! From what I remember I wasn't even that drunk. So what made me run up to this guy and say want to get married? I probably didn't, he probably forced me. He held a knife to my back as I said I do. It wouldn't surprise me, just look at him. He most likely has a whole collection of knives in his house. Body bags too.

After he'd gotten over the shock I left to go back to my hotel room. It took me a while, but I found it. I went to get changed and Mike would be meeting me here once he'd gotten himself ready. Hopefully he shaves. And puts on a shirt. And nice shoes. I can hope. But as he knocked the door I knew my chances were slim. I went to answer and sighed. He was wearing shorts and a tank top. It was all tattoos and hair everywhere.

"Do you not own any normal clothes?" I snapped.

"These are normal, sweetheart." he mocked.

"You knew what I meant."

"Because I don't walk around in a tux." Mike rolled his eyes at me. "Now, can you hurry up? I've got to be out of Vegas and in California by tomorrow morning."

"A California boy. I should have known."

"And what's so bad out Cali boys?" Mike asked. He pulled me out of my room and urged me down the corridor. "You're probably from Washington because your Daddy is in office."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I huffed.

"That because of how you speak you sound stuck up and posh." he said easily.

I stopped walking and Mike carried on. He turned to me and raised his eyebrows. "Let's get a move on, Sweetheart." he called.

"You're so unbearable." I grumbled. "And it's Philly actually."

"Of course." he rolled his eyes.

We headed outside and Mike started leading me down streets. He apparently knew where he was going. Maybe he's done this before. As we're walking I've just been preying I don't see anyone I know. Granted I don't actually know anyone who lives in Vegas. But the fear of someone finding out is still making me creep around.

We reached a building and Mike opened the door for me. I walked through and he went over to a desk. I waited just behind and he pulled me over. "We'd like to file for divorce." Mike told the woman behind the desk.

"Okay, I'll have to give you some forms. Do you have a marriage certificate or anything with you?" she asked.

"Here." I told her and handed her the piece of paper.

She looked down and back up again. Then back down. Then she did something which honestly was her asking to be hit in the face with the damn certificate. She laughed. "You got married last night."

"So?" Mike asked.

"You can't get a divorce."

"What do you mean we can't?" I rushed urgently.

"It's law in this state you must be living in this state and married for at least six weeks before you can even file."

"But I don't even live here." Mike said, looking horrified. He looks how I probably do.

"Neither do I!" I exclaimed.

"Then there's nothing I can do." she gave us a small smile. I don't know why. This isn't a smiling matter.

"There has to be something." I tried.

"Under certain circumstances we could do an annulment."

"How long until that would be active so I wouldn't have that?" Mike asked, inching his head in my direction.

"That." I echoed. "I am your wife!"

"Don't remind me." Mike shuddered.

"Has the marriage been consummated?" she asked.

"Been what?" Mike frowned.

"She's asking if we've slept together." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah, I thought that's all I was getting."

"You idiot!" I puffed out.

"I'm sorry." the woman said guiltily and went back to her paper work.

"Wait!" I rushed, grasping the desk. "You can't let us stay married! He's violent! Just look at him!"

"I am not!" Mike argued.

"He's an addict! He smokes heroin."

"You don't smoke heroin." the woman sighed.

"Do you smoke it too?" I asked.

"Please, wait and file for a divorce. There are serious cases I need to discuss." she looked at me pointedly.

"Come on, Mrs Fuentes." So that's how you say his name. Mike took my arm and led me outside. "I can't believe this." Mike muttered.

"You can't? I'm engaged."

"You are not." he snorted.

"I am. Do you want to see a photo of him?" I asked.

"Not really." Mike sighed. I got out my phone and showed him a photo of me and Andrew. "If you're engaged why did you come to Vegas alone? And where the ring?"

I looked around and sighed. "I must have lost it."

"You are a great fiancée. You've lost the ring, gotten married to someone else and hooked up."

"You probably stole my ring."

"Is that the only thing that stands out to you from what I just said?" he shook his head. Mike's phone started to ring and he picked it up. "Alright, I'm coming Vic." he said. "I had something to deal with, okay." Who ever Vic is said his goodbyes with Mike. "You're coming with me." Mike said.

"I am not." I laughed.

"Sweetheart, the second I get back home I'm seeing my lawyer. I need your details."

I nodded and followed him. "Stop calling me sweetheart." I muttered.

"I thought you were supposed to use pet names for people you're married too." People? I was right, he's a Mormon.

We went back to Mike's hotel but I saw a huge crowd of people outside. "What's going on?" I frowned.

"Vic!" Mike yelled, completely ignoring me. It's like being at a family dinner. Mike grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd, right to the middle. I saw two men smiling at everyone.

"Hey, what took you?" one of the men asked hugging a small teenage girl. "Who's this?" Mike got closer to the one man, pulling me with him.

"My wife," Mike said as the girl pulled away. "I got married last night."

"You what?" the man gasped.

"To . . . What's your name again?" Mike asked me.

"Violet." I sighed.

"To Violet." Mike told him. He makes me want to throw up. In fact I might, I'll aim for Mike too.

Notes

Hey everyone! I got a great response for the first chapter. What did you think of this one? Do you like Mike and Violet. Is it funny? I feel like this one isn't as funny. What was your favourite line? Have a lovely day! Stay rad! Xoxo