The Rejected Brides Holiday Romance

Chapter Four – Sue Me!

Chapter Four – Sue Me!

“YOU b***h, HOW DARE YOU CANCEL MY SON FROM THE HOLIDAY WE PAID FOR!” May Makin screamed at Sienna, whilst holding onto the door frame, pushing herself forward and attempting to storm the house.

Sienna stood her ground, ensuring the crazy woman did not set one foot inside her parents' home.

“I think you will find that the p*****t was made from my bank account. You should check your facts.” Sienna calmly answered, desperately trying to quench the anger that was boiling in her blood, reminding herself that it was best not to get mad, but get even.

“THAT WE PUT THE MONEY INTO!” May screamed at the top of her lungs, then reached towards the large green wheely bin in an attempt to pick it up and throw it at Sienna, only realising it was too heavy, so she gave up quite quickly.

“That money was for the wedding, which is now cancelled, due to your son not being able to keep his d**k in his pants.” Sienna said, tilting her head at the bright red raging woman before her.

“WELL, IF YOU HAD BEEN DOING YOUR DUTY AS HIS FIANCEE AND KEEPING HIM SATISFIED, HE WOULD NOT HAVE HAD TO STRAY.” May shouted.

Sienna stood, she was not surprised by the woman’s reaction, in fact she had expected it. It was well known around the village that May Makin had a screw lose somewhere in her brain.

“If your son had not been a lazy good for nothing, spoilt little brat and went to work. Then maybe I would not have had to work my ass off to pay to keep him and would have had more time for him.” Sienna said, feeling the calm she was trying to maintain evaporating by the second.

“HA, WHAT EVER, WE ALL KNOW YOU ARE FRIDGID. KEV SAID IT WAS LIKE HAVING s*x WITH A BLOCK OF ICE. A MAN NEEDS WARMTH IN THE BEDROOM. YOU WERE INCAPABLE OF GIVING HIM WHAT HE NEEDED AND DESERVES.” May shouted out.

Sienna blinked slightly, not wanting to accept that those words had hit their mark and had stung. But, the 'Lloyd' fighting spirit soon recovered, and the anger she had held at bay erupted like Mount Vesuvius.

“IF YOUR SON KNEW WHAT THE f**k A c******s WAS, THEN I WOULD HAVE BEEN MORE INCLINED TO SLEEP WITH HIM AFTER 12 HOURS OF WORK.THE TRUTH IS, HE IS s**t IN BED. OH AND CARA IS WELCOME TO HIS FIVE INCH, FIVE MINUTE WONDER.” Sienna’s words like hot lava ripping exploding towards the heavens above.

“HA, WHATEVER, CARA SEEMED HAPPY ENOUGH WITH HIM!” May shouted.

“CARA CAN HAVE HIM. OH, AND I AM KEEPING THE HOLIDAY. p*****t FOR KEEPING HIS LAZY ASS ALL THESE YEARS. ” Sienna shouted, not bothered by the gathering neighbours as they all stood around watching from outside their doors.

The postman walked up the driveway, not quite sure what to do, so quickly handed some letters to Sienna, before making good his escape.

“Thanks Pat.” Sienna said, not letting her anger stop her manners towards the postman who had been delivering mail since she was a little girl.

Pat retreated quickly, not wanting to get into the middle of this argument, but then walked slowly up the next driveway, knowing that the people on his rounds would be asking him about this debacle at the Lloyd household.

“NO, YOU WON’T. I WANT MY MONEY.” May shouted again.

“IT IS TOUGH AT THE TOP. YOU WANT YOUR MONEY? SUE ME!” Sienna shouted, then slammed the door in May’s face, her body shaking with anger.

Martha looked at her daughter. Sienna was red with rage; she certainly inherited her husband's temper when pushed. Wanting to hold her in her arms to comfort Sienna, she also knew when her daughter was this angry it was best to leave her to calm herself down a little before comforting her.

“HOW f*****g DARE SHE. IT IS HER FAULT HE IS THE WAY HE IS, NEVER ACCEPTING THAT HER PRECIOUS PIECE OF s**t SON COULD DO ANY WRONG.” Sienna ranted as she paced up and down the hallway.

It took a good five minutes of pacing and ranting before Sienna finally burst into tears, the sting of being called frigid resonating through her body, as she broke down into tears once more. She questioned herself. Was she really bad in bed? Was that the reason Kev had taken her more experienced, some would say slutty, best friend to bed? She did not know, after all, he had been the only man she had slept with, had she really been doing it wrong all these years?

Large tears of mortification fell from her eyes, as her mother wrapped her arms around her daughter.

“Don’t let what that b***h has to say bother you sweetheart. She is a sandwich short of a picnic, always has been. Kev is an i***t. You, my darling daughter, can do so much better than him, any day of the week.” Martha soothed her.

“Here, here.” Eric agreed with his wife. Then he scampered back to the kitchen to make more tea, before he rushed out of the house and went and gave Kev the fight of his pathetic life.

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The days past, one blurring into another, as Sienna soon found herself standing in the bridal gown shop, looking at the long white, sequenced mermaid-style dress. She remembered when she tried it on, the feel of the soft satin on her skin, how it hugged her slim but shapely figure. She had felt amazing that day and had loved the gown. Zipping up the bag, she shook her head, it made no sense to dwell on what could have been, she needed to move forward. The shop assistant pulled out the other dress, a pale pink chiffon tea-length bridesmaid dress. Sienna quickly glanced at it, her heart feeling like cold steel had pierced it. This was the dress Cara should have worn, the day she would have walked down the aisle with her. The betrayal of her best friend hurt more than the betrayal of the piece of s**t she was supposed to marry. Unable to look at the dress that she had found during a lunch break from work months ago, she simply nodded at the assistant for her to zip up the bag.

Eric took hold of both gowns, carrying them to the car parked round the back of the store as Sienna paid the remainder of the money she owed to the shop. With a heavy sigh, she walked out of the dress shop, following her father to the car. At least here in Sunderland, the small city ten miles south of Newcastle where she worked, nobody was staring at her. There were no whispers behind her back, she could breathe. A large seagull squawked in front of her as it pecked at some food that had fallen from the bin onto the side of the path, making sure all the other birds in the area knew he had staked his claim on the small piece of bread. A small grumble of her tummy protested about her lack of food of late.

She had returned to work, throwing herself into each call with gusto, a way to block out the memory of that day. Her boss had been amazing, telling her not to worry about work, but her job was the only thing keeping her sanity intact at the moment.

She had not heard a word from her former best friend, nor her ex-fiancé, and although she was relieved to not have to deal with the pair of them, she still felt a sting of rejection that she meant so little to either of them, that they could not even be bothered to attempt to make an apology to her.

Standing at the rear of the car, Sienna watched as her father carefully placed the dresses in the boot before slamming the door shut.

“Okay, so do you want to go for some lunch, Sienna?” He asked his daughter. She had not eaten properly in days, and he wanted to get some food, any food into her. He knew all too well she would not want to eat outside of the house at one of the food places in Wylam, due to the number of people who would either gossip in not-so-hushed whispers. Or worse still, feel the need to stop and offer their condolences, whilst trying to gather more information to spread around the village. Such was life, if you coughed at the top of the village, by the time you walked the short distance to the metal bridge, at the bottom, the rumour mill had spread the word. The Chinese whispers, changing a simple cough to your life being in mortal danger.

“Not really hungry dad.” Sienna lied. The truth was, she was fearful that if she ate, she would get horrendous pains in her stomach, and did not want to deal with tummy cramps on the way home.

“Sienna, you must eat, you are already visually losing weight. Even if you just have some soup, please pet. You are worrying the s**t out of me.” Eric sighed, running his hand over his bald head where the hair that had been lost years before once resided.

Sienna looked at her father, seeing concern etched in his eyes, and her heart constricted in her chest. She was causing her parents to worry, and she did not want to cause them any more anxiousness.

“Okay, just some soup.” Sienna offered a small smile.

“Good girl, you know it makes sense.” Eric smiled, feeling like he had won the lottery, getting her to agree to eat.

They walked round the corner, towards the café that now sat opposite ‘Mackie’s Corner’ and took a seat.

Sienna ordered the soup of the day and prayed it would not be tomato. She hated tomato soup, but thankfully, when the order arrived it was homemade lentil and vegetable soup, and she let out a sigh of relief. As she began to sip the soup, her tummy rumbled, and she realised just how hungry she actually was, and soon demolished the whole bowl.

“That-a-girl.” Eric smiled lovingly at his daughter, nodding his head in approval.

“Dad, I don’t know if I have done the right thing by taking his name off the holiday. I did it in anger, and now the thought of travelling on my own fills me with dread.” Sienna admitted to her father.

“Pet, you do not have to go if you don’t want to. But, saying that, maybe a break will do you good. I know it is scary travelling so far away on your own, but you are a strong girl, and hell, maybe you can have a little bit of holiday romance whilst you are there.” Eric smiled at her.

Sienna shook her head, at her dad.

“I can safely say, that the last thing I will have is a holiday romance. If I go, it is only to piss off May and also to just escape the gossip, nothing more, and nothing less.” Sienna sighed, then looked in her empty bowl, mourning the loss of the soup, as her father smiled, and quickly ordered her another bowl.