Til Death Do Us Part : The Wedding Day Killer by sweet18_2003
Prologue by sweet18_2003

It all started with my cousin, Jessica.

 

But before I get to that, let me introduce myself and my situation. My name is Ali. I’m twenty five years old. I stand about five feet, four inches tall with masses of curly brown hair that hang about halfway down slender back. I have dark brown eyes with a hint of green around the edges. I’m not a stick, but am at a healthy weight with the right amount of curve. I can have fun doing about anything, priding myself in the fact that I’ve never tried drugs and try to live a healthy lifestyle. I’ll try just about anything once. My demeanor usually is calm and laid back. It takes a lot to anger me, and I’d do about anything for those close to me…

 

…and I happen to be dating Nick Carter from the Backstreet Boys, and have been for the past two and a half years. I wouldn’t term it any differently than that, because to be honest, I don’t know what we are. We were planning a wedding for about a month, until Nick decided to call the planning off indefinitely. The weird part was, he hadn’t wanted me to mention this to anybody until he proposed.  That’s right, we were planning a wedding without him even proposing to me yet. And here we are, a year later, and still no ring. And he does not even want to talk about the topic of a wedding.

 

Which brings me back to Jessica.

 

 Jessica is my twenty-six year old cousin who lives in Germantown, Tennessee. She’s, as I would call it, perfect. She comes from a wealthy family with fame behind their name due to her father being an Olympic Gold Medalist. She’s athletic, standing at five feet, seven inches and is stick thin without much curve at all. She’s got long honey blond hair that is bone straight. Her blue eyes radiate with a confidence that often comes off as conceited.

 

She also is engaged. To a man named Marcus. Who, might I add, she broke up with several years ago because she just didn’t feel anything for him. They got back together, and a month later, she had a 3 karat diamond on her finger to flaunt around. Her wedding is in twenty-eight days and it is going to be the event of the year.

 

 I am extremely jealous. Insanely jealous.

 

I kept having horrible thoughts about their relationship ending before their lives together even begun. I find myself praying that they end up divorced, or worse. In fact, anybody who was engaged, I wished horrible things upon. My usually happy, positive nature was turning into cruel hatred towards anybody who had more out of their relationship than I did. I loathed any woman who had a man not afraid to commit to a life together. I hated any man who was willing to give his girl more than mine wanted to give me.

 

I’d tried talking to Nick about our future together, but he always tells me the same thing… that it just isn’t the right time. And while he’s away on tour, vivid images enter my mind of him fooling around with random women and knowing that I’ll never have a way of finding out.

 

In return, I wanted anybody in a happy relationship to be as miserable as I was, and I made a pact to make this a reality.  I just needed to come up with something good. What I needed was a plan.

 

I just didn’t know how far in over my head I was gong to get until a little later on, after the plan started to unravel.  The thing was, once I started, I didn’t want to stop, because in a twisted way, what I was to start doing, brought enough joy to my life that made me feel that life was worth living.

 

And so began the down-spiral of what would be the rest of my life.



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