/Samantha/
Henry grabbed my behind and pulled me into a deep kiss, which caused his lip to start bleeding again, but he didn't seem to care. I chuckled and replied, "Yeah, fine, good luck with that one," before he dismissed what I had said.
She slammed the key down on the counter and exclaimed, "I offered you room 4, it has a bath and a TV," while still maintaining the appearance that she thought she had a shot with Henry.
"Thank you very much, but I don't think we'll be watching too much TV this evening." Henry responded to her with a sneer as he took the key and hauled me out to room 4. On the way there, I grabbed a bag of ice from the cooler.
The accommodation was adequate; it was spotless and furnished with a double bed, television, refrigerator, and air conditioning; in addition, it featured a private bathroom with a bathtub as well as a separate shower. He attempted to draw me into another kiss, but I quickly pushed him away, said, "Sit," and pulled out the chair from the dresser. He complied with my instruction and sat down, and I went to get the items from the drugstore. I began by cleaning his face and then applying ice to it in an effort to reduce the appearance of the bruising and hopefully prevent further damage.
During the time that I was working, he had me sit on his lap so that I was straddling his legs. I slapped his hands away and shouted, "Will you stop I'm trying to concentrate," while making an effort to sound authoritative. He kept tracing his hands up and down my thighs, which made me aroused. He gave me his most confident grin and slid his hands back to his previous position on my legs "Stop! It's important that I wash your face, Henry "I responded while making an effort not to smile. He drew me closer to him and delicately brushed his lips to mine. As we made contact, I could taste the antiseptic that was on his mouth.
While he was touching his forehead to mine and stroking my face, he whispered, "I love you so much, Mrs. Williams."
I replied with a grin, "I love you too, Henry," as I could feel butterflies forming in my stomach. Oh my god, according to what my mom stated, are we truly not married? Henry, do you think it's actually illegal for me to do that because I'm not yet 18? I inquired with apprehension.
He scowled and gave a shrug before saying, "I don't know Samantha, I guess we'll have to look into it, I hope it was," in a hushed voice. Oh, God, please let it be so, I never gave much thought to being married to Henry, but once we were engaged, I wanted it so badly that I was willing to do anything to make it happen.
I teased her by saying in a flirtatious tone, "If it's not legal then I'll just have to marry you again in a year." That was the only option available to us; if our first marriage wasn't legal, the next one could take place on my birthday.
He exhaled deeply before saying, in a taunting tone that made me chuckle, "Oh well, I guess I can cope with another wedding night, seeing that I let you down the first time." He did this while making a theatrical gesture. He gently kissed me while tucking my hair behind my ear and then asked, "How about I order us a pizza?" I responded in the affirmative without even realizing how hungry I was until he brought it up.
I got out of bed as softly as I could the next morning when I woke up before he did, climbed out of bed, and dressed myself in order to avoid waking him up. I quietly exited the room and made my way to the closest bench to take a seat. I had been thinking about this the entire night, and I really didn't want to have to move out and find a new place to live if it wasn't necessary. If there was a way that we could come to an agreement with our parents about how to handle this situation, I didn't want Henry to have to get a job to help pay the bills.
Henry was very popular with both my mother and my brother James, so the news came as quite a surprise to them both. At least, that was the outcome I was hoping for. I had a glimmer of hope that if I phoned them, I would be able to persuade them to let Henry and I cohabitate in their home; after all, he did spend the majority of his time at my residence.
I called the house while secretly wishing that my mother would pick up. I was still angry at James for hurting Henry, but he had convinced me the night before not to harbor resentment toward him. I suppose he was doing what any other father would have done to a person who had just told him that he married his underage daughter in Las Vegas.
I imagine he was doing like any other father would have. I was still irritated, but I realized that I needed to let it go and get things straightened out as soon as possible because Henry and I were going to have to find an apartment soon and I didn't want to be stuck in this motel for too long.
While the phone continued to ring, I held my breath, and soon James answered it.
"Hi, it's me," I murmured, closing my eyes as I waited for his response; I really hope everything is okay!
"Samantha! Where in the devil have you been, young lady? You need to go back to this location immediately so that we can clean up this ridiculous mess "He yelled, and wow, he hadn't even remotely cooled down.
I tried to use my most convincing tone to convince him that there was nothing that needed to be sorted out, that Henry and I love each other, and that we want to get married. My goal was to calm him down. It was always successful when I attempted it in front of him, but I had never tried it over the phone before.
"There is unquestionably something that needs to be sorted out, Samantha! You are too young to get married at 17, for the love of god, go back home "He gave the command to make me flinch just so slightly.
"No, I just wanted to know if there was anything we could do to work through all of this, be married, but come home," she said. I did so in a hopeful manner, while being aware that there was no purpose in even asking.
He sputtered, "Are you kidding? You can go back home if you want to, but you have to go back there by yourself, do you understand what I'm saying?" He let out a shout. I turned my attention to the background and heard my mother sobbing.
I begged James not to force me to pick between him and Henry, saying, "Please don't make me choose between you and Henry."
He yelled at her to "come home now and quit acting like such a f**king child." "I'm not tolerating this Samantha, come home now and stop being such a f**king child." I covered one eye with my hand and wiped away the tear that had just fallen. Because I adored James and had always considered him to be my father, it broke my heart to think that he would make me do something like this.
I hushed, "I really do love Henry."
The condescending question that he posed was, "Then you're staying married, is that what your saying?"
I managed to stammer out "yes."
He stated with a voice that was cracking with emotion, "Well then I guess you've made your choice, when it all goes wrong your mother and I will be here to pick up the pieces but I can't condone a youthful marriage, I love you Samantha."
I hushed, "Love you as well," she heard me say. In the background, I could hear my mother sobbing, and he abruptly ended the connection when I did so.
Even though it seemed like it was going to take my life, I was confident that I had made the correct decision because I loved Henry with all of my heart. I wanted to be Mrs. Williams, and James was wrong when he said that things wouldn't work out since Henry and I were destined to be together. I wanted to be Mrs. Williams. In due time, he'd come to the same conclusion.
I cleaned my face and then walked to the convenience store that was closest to me to get the newspaper. On the way back to the motel, I made a pit stop and purchased some doughnuts and coffee. When I returned to the room, Henry was still asleep, and his face appeared to have become worse during the night. He had two purple shadows under his eyes, and it seemed like he was blushing on his cheeks. The cuts on his nose and lip had healed, but they still looked raw and irritated. He had two purple shadows under his eyes.
I said "Henry" as I sat on the bed next to him and he moved to put his arms around me. I immediately moved the coffee and doughnuts out of the way as he flung his arm over my legs. Then he wrapped his arms around me. When I repeated his name Henry, this time a little more loudly, he slowly opened his eyes and took in the sight of me dressed and holding breakfast.
He greeted me with a sleepy "Hey you,"
"Hey husband," I said with a fake smile, pretending that I wasn't hurting inside. He pushed himself up, and I handed him one of the coffee's and put the box of doughnuts on the bed. "I got you a jelly doughnut," I said, pulling a disgusted face and pretending to shudder. He laughed, and then he picked up one of the doughnuts and took a large bite out of it.
"You've had everything under control this morning; what gave you the idea not to wake me up? If only I had known, I would have joined you "He stated this as he tenderly ran his hand up and down my leg.
While sipping my coffee, I remarked to her, "I wanted to get you breakfast in bed." I reached for the newspaper and flipped through it until I found the section labeled "for rents." After that, I pulled him closer to me and spread the paper out across my legs so that we could both read it.
He seemed pleased with me as he remarked, "You bought a classifieds paper, right?"
I agreed, "Yeah, Henry I called James this morning and he said that there is no possibility that we can go home; perhaps you could also call your folks and find out?" I inquired with anticipation.
He nodded and added, "I'm sorry, Samantha bear. They'll come around when they understand that this wasn't a mistake, and when they see how much we love each other, everything will be OK," while rubbing my leg in a reassuring manner. "I'm sorry."
I leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss on the perfect corner of his mouth before continuing. "Yeah, I know, it's just unfortunate that it had to happen this way, but if your parents won't let us live at yours then I thought we would skip school today and get everything sorted, I don't mind this place but I don't really want to stay here too long," I said while turning my nose up. "It's just sad that it had to happen this way
During the time that Henry was on the phone with his mother, I kept myself busy by organizing our luggage and our wardrobe. Because he was obviously upset, he didn't even feel the need to explain what had transpired when he hung up the phone. From the look on his face, I could see that he and the others did not intend to go through with it.
I forced a grin on my face and accepted the fact that we would be renting an apartment for the foreseeable future. I liked the concept of it being our first house; however, I wish that Henry wouldn't have to pay for it and use his salary to pay the bills because I wouldn't be able to assist with either of those things because I would be attending school. At least we had the money from Vegas, which would be enough to cover the deposit as well as the rent for the apartment.
Henry didn't want to spend much of it though; he claimed he wanted to save it and use it to purchase a house in a few years, or at least use it as a deposit on our own place anyway because that wouldn't go very far in today's market. But Henry did not want to spend much of it.