We arrived at the hotel and Oliver declared that we were going to a party. One of his friends was throwing a party at their beach front villa...
I didn't really want to go but...
But staying in the hotel with Oliver would be horrible ...
So I chose the lesser of two evils...
I rummaged through my luggage trying to find something fitting... but nothing seemed to look right...
I finally decided on a simple top and a flowy skirt.
I still hated the way my hair looked...
I know that it sounds childish and it is just hair... it will grow back... but... but I just cant stand it...
Oliver was already drinking and this meant that I'm once again in for a horrible night...
On the plane ride I was thankful that he was more interested in the drinks that the flight attendant was serving and the flight attendant herself than me...
So I had a somewhat calm flight... but the moment we left the plane I was once again alone with him... but he stayed quiet... and I think it was better than him talking... I could at least pretend that I was alone... and not with him...
We left for the party, Oliver called a taxi to take us there.
We were lucky that it came right away...
The taxi driver was a very nice person or he was hoping for a better tip...
We arrived at a big villa and by the looks of it the party was in full swing... There were people walking in and out and music was blasting...
I wanted to growl with frustration, but I managed to control myself.
Oliver dragged me next to him to enter the party... to create the look of a happy couple... but he left me alone the first moment he could...
So I just wandered off alone, looking around trying to find a quiet corner to hide... but every corner like that was filled with couples making out... or doing something more serious...
So I decided to walk outside...
And I was lucky... it was almost empty...
So I wondered out outside looking at the setting sun... at this very moment I could almost feel like my life was not a f*****g mess...
So I just stood there... looking at the magical ocean, when the party moved outside and a bunch of people walked outside onto the deck that I was standing on...
At the back of the bunch Oliver walked outside after a girl he was following ... they seemed to be fighting...
Great... just what I needed...
"Valery... calm down, yes I married her, but it's just for the public..."
But the woman seemed to ignore him and as much as he tried to get her attention she still ignored him...
He released a frustrated growl and made his way to me...
Fuck...
Why couldn't he leave me alone...
"Fuck... why do you have to ruin my life..."
"You were the one that decided to marry me... so don't blame me"
Oliver looked at me... I could almost swear that his face went red...
And he just turned around and left...
So I was left alone again...
I stood alone for almost an hour when the party returned back inside...
And I was alone again...
I let the cool breeze stroke my cheek...
After an hour Oliver returned... he seemed more sober...but there was something wrong with him...
He just walked up to me... I ignored him, deciding to not turn around...
He walked up close to me... my heart began to beat faster from fear when I felt his hand on my back...
And the next thing I know I was flying down over the rail...
My free falling was stopped by the cold water...