Chapter Twenty- Nine
Sam and Melody don’t see Adam for a few months, so they decide to carry on with the wedding. Melody is ecstatic; it is finally the day she will turn into Sam’s wife, and never be taken from him again.
Melody fixes a fly away hair as she looks into the gigantic mirror that’s frame is elaborate and painted white, its glamour flows throughout the hotel room. This is her dream wedding, in this palace like hotel with peach and rose scented candles lit everywhere as she gets ready.
She nervously runs her hands down her silk dress and peeks out the door, looking over the guests. Paisley colored dresses are adorned on her aunts and cousins; a simple yellow dress is worn by her mother who is speaking with them. Melody scans the room once more, looking over the happy, formally dressed crowd when she notices a haunting face.
Adam.
Her bridesmaids rush to her side as she begins to sway backwards.
“What’s wrong, Melody?” says the closest maid, Kara; she pulls on her pink straps to make sure she doesn’t slip out.
Melody steadies herself on the king-sized bed, resting on the white and gold sheets. “Get Sam for me, please.”
Kara shakes her head, laughing. “You’re not supposed to see him until the wedding!”
Tremors run through Melody’s body as she looks up at Kara. “Please get him for me, I need him!”
Kara’s eyebrows arch as she stumbles out of the room in search for Sam.
She finds him leaning against a yellow wall next to the door that leads to the altar, nervously playing with his camera.
Kara runs up to him, breathless. “Sam! Melody’s freaking out, she says she needs you.”
Sam nods, not needing an excuse to go see Melody. He hands Kara his camera before jogging up the marble stairs, cursing the black dress shoes that pinch his toes. He hesitantly raises his fist to knock on the white door with vines etched into it, old superstitions getting the best of him, but instead of giving in, he knocks.
She’s breathtaking; the white corset style bodice clings to the curve of her waist as the skirt hangs from her hips in a puffy white cloud and flows down over her feet.
Her eyes are in a panicked rage as she stares up at him. “Sam! He’s here! He’s in the building, I saw him come in two minutes ago.”
Sam’s muscles twitch as he pulls himself away from how beautiful she looks. “Jet? He’s here?”
She nods, her red curls bouncing back and forth with her head. He leans forward, quickly pecking her cheek before running back down the stairs.
Chester, who is donning a dark blue suit, is standing next to Kara, in deep conversation when Sam grabs his arm.
“Whoa is everything ok?” Chester asks once he has pulled his arm free.
Sam shakes his head, surveying the accumulating guests that are sitting in white painted lawn chairs down the aisle. “Jet’s here.”
Chester waves his hand in disbelief. “Wait, wait, wait. The guy that…”
Sam nods, spotting Adam standing in the corner of the room. Sam and Chester sneak up behind him, grabbing each of his arms as they pull him out of the hotel. Adam struggles against them, but Chester is, thankfully, stronger than he is.
They pin Adam’s arms to the brick siding of the back of the hotel.
“What are you doing here!” Sam shouts.
Adam smiles as he casually rests the back of his head against the brick wall. “I'm here for the wedding. I'm a friend of the bride.”
Sam rolls his eyes, pushing Adam’s arms harder against the wall. “Can’t you just leave her alone? Please, just stay away from her!”
Adam shakes his head, giving a cocky grin. “I don’t think I can do that, Sam.”
Sam lets out a grunt of frustration, shaking Adam’s shoulders back and forth against the wall. “I apologized to you about your mom and you know I'm not the one who killed her! I came and begged for your mercy! But then you go and harass Melody. I was fine with you hating and trying to seek revenge on me, but leave Melody alone!”
Adam smiles down at Sam. “You know this has nothing to do with my mother.”
Sam steps back, letting Adam slump against the wall, running his hands through his hair. “Please back off, we’re getting married today, this is meant to be a happy day. Please leave, I never want to see you ever again.”
Adam laughs, brushing his black sports coat sleeves. “Not going to happen, Sam… Sorry.”
Sam screams, balling his fist as his side before beating it against Adam’s face.
Chester grabs Sam’s arms, pulling him away from Adam, whose nose and cheeks are bleeding as he crashes to the ground.
“Sam!” Chester yells as he pins Sam’s arms against his chest. “Calm down!”
Sam takes a few deep breaths and pulls himself away from Chester, stomping back into the hotel. He massages his knuckles as he climbs back up the marbled stairs to Melody’s room, the door is already open so he just walks in.
“He’s gone,” Sam announces.
Melody hugs him close, her white skirt flows around his legs. “Thank you.”
He kisses her forehead and reluctantly leaves the room.
A black baby grand sits in the far corner of the ball room that Sam’s dad had rented out for this special occasion, the young college pianist plays the traditional wedding march, his fingers gently stroke each key as though if he were to press too hard they’d break. The two large oak doors swing up, revealing a white dressed Melody, her arm wrapped around her father’s.
Sam stands at the altar, holding his breath as he watches Melody’s grand entrance. Bright red roses line the white cloth that leads from the door to the altar, each petal had fallen there from the basket of the young, blonde flower girl with a braid down her back.
Sam fixes his pasture, standing a little taller the closer and closer Melody gets, her hair in loose curls around her face and shoulders, a white lace veil pinned at the crown of her head. Her soft pink lips part in to as smile as she looks over her family and friends that had shown up while she was getting ready. She kisses her father’s cheek as he hands her off to Sam. Her eyes fall upon Sam, her eyes misting over, no other word but dashing comes to her mind. His hair combed back out of his face, his black tie strait, his tux hanging perfectly off of his shoulders and down his arms. Melody spots out Sam’s bound fist, happiness turning into curiosity.
She stands beside him, whispering through her smiling teeth. “What happened to your knuckles?”
He smiles back. “Long story, I’ll explain it later.”
She eyes him for a moment before bringing her attention back to the pastor as he speaks, his eyes looking over the room past the rim of his glasses.
The pastor smiles, looking at the both of them as he speaks, “We are joined here today in holy matrimony…”