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.After all, Ronan meant the world to him.CHAPTER SIXTEENTHE WEDDINGRonan and Chantelle were walking out of the wedding hall, now married.Everybody was wearing white; Ronan was looking especially handsome in his suit and Chantelle was looking stunning in her white wedding dress.Noah was happily the best man.At night time, the sky was pitch black.Noah was sat alone on a sofa, happy for Ronan, however, he had his head in his hands.He couldn't stop the feelings and thoughts that were rushing through his mind.Noah was the person who had sacrificed Chantelle for his brother just so that his brother could be happy, and he had seemed a bit careless about it until now.He couldn't get his head around the fact that Ronan and Chantelle were married.Noah and Chantelle had been such an item, yet as soon as he'd split up with her, she had fallen in love again so fast, and with an alcoholic.The wedding was too fast for Noah's liking.Everything felt like such a rush to him.A single tear escaped from Noah's eye and rolled on to the floor.Then, he heard loud shouting and laughing outside.He walked up to his window, and saw Ronan walking out of a taxi with two giggling girls, who looked as if their clothes seemed to have fallen off, they were both so bare.The second that Ronan stepped out of the taxi, he collapsed on to the floor, as he was so drunk.Ronan quickly got back on to his feet, trying his best to laugh it off.The girls continued to giggle at him.Noah sighed long and hard as he watched his brother.Ronan looked up and caught Noah's eye.He waved at him, but Noah made no response.Ronan drank more alcohol from his bottle, and then threw the bottle aside on to the grass because he had finished it.Then, he took off his jacket, and staggered into the house, unable to focus clearly.Noah bounded into the main room, where Ronan had arrived.Ronan threw his beautiful white blazer on to the sofa casually, and gasped as he saw Noah enter."Noah, what are you doing up at this time of night?" Ronan asked his older brother.Noah's face filled with rage.He clenched his teeth and slapped Ronan, hard, across the face.Ronan staggered backwards in pain.His hand sprung to his cheek, but not just in pain, but in shock.He began to sob uncontrollably, unable to believe that for the first time in his life, Noah had hit him."You promised me." Noah's spit sprayed across the room."You promised that you would never touch alcohol again!" he shouted."Noah, I can explain." Ronan tried, tears pouring down his cheeks."I wasn't going to drink any alcohol, but then my friends pushed me to do it!" Ronan collapsed at Noah's feet, hugging Noah's left leg and sobbing into it."I'm telling the truth Noah, I swear! You have to believe me!"Noah snatched his leg away from Ronan's arms, and took a few steps backwards for good measure, his face still bitter and filled with anger."You've betrayed me!" he roared."Now, I can't trust a single word you say to me!""Noah, don't say that! Please don't say that! I swear by your life!" Ronan placed a hand on his brother's head."I swear by your life!" he repeated, but did his best not to meet Noah's gaze.Noah stared at Ronan for a moment that seemed to last forever.He slowly took Ronan's arm off his head.Noah couldn't believe what Ronan had just said."Do you understand the meaning of what you're saying?" he said bitterly."It means that if you drink alcohol again, something's gonna happen to me.Something's gonna happen to me!" He looked at his brother in the eye, which Ronan dreaded."SOMETHING'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME!"Ronan hugged his brother tightly and began to sob on his shoulder."That's why I've sworn on such a big thing," he stated, trying his best to still sound upset.Noah didn't want to hear any more of Ronan's excuses.He couldn't even bare to see Ronan's foul fac anymore.He pat his brother on the back, sighing and pulled away from the hug in a somewhat abrupt manner."Just go," he snapped."Chantelle's waiting for you."Ronan nodded and stumbled into his room, his legs wobbling, where Chantelle was lying down on the bed.The second that Ronan closed the door, the upset expression on his face was quickly replaced with a dark and ultimately dirty smirk as he walked over to Chantelle."What did you think of my performance?" he grinned.Chantelle smiled, lifting the covers off herself."It was absolutely classic." She raised the glass of alcohol in her hands."Let's celebrate." Now she'd started to drink alcohol, she couldn't seem to get enough of it.Now she knew why Ronan was so addicted to it.She found it truly delicious."No," Ronan remarked."Drinking is injurious to our plan.If we make the slightest mistake because of alcohol, then Noah won't even give me the chance to beg for forgiveness." Ronan threw his jacket on to the bed and began to unfasten his tie while he was at it.He threw his tie on to the floor carelessly, and then he sat down next to Chantelle on the bed, continuing to smile, but this time he had a bit of a devilish grin on his face."Then who is this drinking alcohol drama for?" Chantelle asked, because Ronan drank alcohol pretty much all of the time."That's all just a day to day thing.I want Noah to feel how it is for someone like you to be married to an alcoholic like me.""I see," Chantelle nodded."What's the plan ahead?""I think we've discussed enough of the matter today.We should call it a night," Ronan said sneakily."Why?" Chantelle enquired."Don't you trust your wife?"Ronan chuckled half-heartedly."What should I do with you, baby? Something I've gotta say is that I don't really trust anyone except from myself." He lay down next to Chantelle in the bed properly."I know that this wedding was a.deal, but if you want.it could be something more." He spoke in a flirtatious voice, running his finger down Chantelle's bare arm.He remembered the way he kissed her on the ship.“I'm bored,” Ronan stated, his eyes shining under the light.Chantelle recognized that look on his face; it meant trouble for sure.For a twenty one year old, he sure acted like a child a lot.Well, that was probably why she liked him so much.“Come with me, I have something to show you,” he ordered her, grabbing her hand, forcing her to get up and follow him.She giggled as they passed by other tourists on the ship; some smiled seeing two young people running around, clearly in love, and others just gave them a disapproving look that said they should act their age and not like two teenagers.They didn't care about anything; They were having fun.Ronan led her through some narrow corridors that freaked her out for a moment because of the dim light [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]