unwanted marriage chapter 3

I was starting to feel overwhelmed. I had a 4.0 GPA to maintaine, I was missing three labs, and I would have to find some way to make up for them, wich was not easy, and my wife was making life hell for me. For three days we barely spoke to eachother. We'd order breakfeast from room service, than she'd go out to the beach, and I'd stay in the hotel room trying to keep up with my classes. But I just couldn't focus right, my thoughts kept going back to Olivia. How were we supposed to make this marrage work? Every night she cried herself to sleep, and kept saying she wante to go home. I felt terrible. I tried everything I could think of to chear her up, but it just made her cry harder. Not really knowing I was doing it I picked up my phone and called my best friend. He was the head of teh Psycology department at Mass General, mabye he'd be able to give me some adivce. "Hello?"

"Hey Cart, it's me." I said laying back on the bed.

"Zach! How's the honeymoon?"

"Terrible."

"Really?! Why?"

I rolled over and stood up again and began to pace the room.

"Well, teh problem is, Olivia and I don't want to be married to eachother. But you know my religion, Our parents forced us. And now we're here in Hawaii and Olivia is miserable, she spends all her time crying or glaring at me. I don't know what to do, see another part of our religion requires us to do IT, heck, we should have done it like twice by now, but I just can't make her do it, and I won't really want to do it with her anyways..."

"It?" Carter asked completly confused. "What is IT? Oh, OH!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah." I said. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You want MY advice?!" Carter asked shocked.

"Um yeah..." I said not sure why he was so suprised.

"Dude, I've been doing it since I was fifteen! I am the LAST person who can gvie you advice! You've never done it, and neather has she, that is WAY beyond my experiance bro!"

I felt my stomach sink. I had somehow forgotten about that fact. Carter was like Hawkey from M*A*S*H, he never had trouble getting a girl in the mood. "Well, what should I do? I mean," I lowered my voice to little more than a wisper, "If we don't do it than it will be dishonoring our family in the worst way. It is required of us to start doing it, heck we were supposed to do it teh first night! I'm scared! I don't want to force her to do it, that is... sick!"

"Zach, calm down, stop hyperventelating. Listen bro, I know it seems scary to you, and it probably does to her. If you REALLY want my advice, get yourself and her really drunk and just get it over with. No one but you two will ever know that you drank yourself into oblivian first right? It son't hurt the baby if you are drunk durring intercorse, just don't have her drink afterwards of corse, but you know all about that. Look, if it really scares you kids that much that is my advice. Look, I have to go ok? I'm being paged."

"ok, thanks Carter. I'll see you in a couple weeks."

"peace out Bro."
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when I met Zachary for dinner he ordered a bottle of wine and an two glasses. "What's going on?" I asked frowning. "Look, we both know that we have to... you know. Well, I talked to a friend of mine who is the head of the psycology department at Mass General hospital, and he..." I cut Zachary off furiously. "You talked to a psycologest about you and me doing IT?!" I almost shouted. A lot of the other diners glanced over at us. I was furious. How dare he ask a Psycologest about me as if I was some crasy bride of his! "I...AM...NOT...CRAZY!" I hissed. Zachary looked exasperated. "I didn't call him because I think you're crazy! I called him because he's been doing IT since we were in highschool. I figured he'd have some advice." Zachary half pleaded half snapped. I glared at him as the waiter brought the wine and took our orders. When the waiter left I said, "Ok, fine, what did your FRIEND say?" When Zachary explained about the suggestion to get drunk and just get it over with I was angry, but I also thought the idea had some soundness. If I was drunk I wouldn't have to think about how much I didn't want to have a baby, I wouldn't have to think about how much I hated Zachary. "Ok, I'll do it. But if you hurt me I swear I'll kill you in your sleep." I said as our meals came. "I'd never hurt you." Zachary said, than he dug into his burger as if it was his last meal.

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When we got back to the room we decided that we wern't drunk enough, so we had room service deliver another bottle of wine. By the time we were half through we were both rather giggely. Olivia couldn't stop laughing. I had told her some of thr pranks Carter and I pulled on eachother, and she was hystericle. But when I said, "So... should we do it?" She became silent. She slloked at me intencly and I could see the fear in her eyes. "I'll be gentle, I promiss. I've never done it eather you know." I soothed. Olivia nodded, and slowly she took off her clothes, her hands clumsy from the alcihol. Being a surgen my hands wern't shakey when I was drunk, but they shook slightly as I undid my pants. My heart was racing, I could hear the blood pounding in my ears.
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I woke up the next morning and roled over onto my side. I was suprised to see Zachary sleeping there naked, until I remembered that we had done IT! We had actually done IT, and you know what? I actually kind of liked it. Furiously I told myself that I only liked it because I had been drunk, but a part of me didn't believe that. Zachary rolled over and saw me. "Hey." he said sleepilly. "Hi." I said quietly. "I'm hungry are you?" Zachary said getting up and pulling on some clothes. "Yeah, I'm starved... is that normal? I mean, I'm usually never hungry in the morning, is it normal after doing..." I trailed off pulling a bathrobe tightly arround me. "Yeah, it is." Zachary assured me picking up the room service menue. "So what do you want to eat? I'm going to have an omlette." Zachary said changing the subject again. "I'll have the blueberry waffles I guess." I said. As Zachary called in the order I went in and took a shower. When I came out Zachary was waiting for his turn. "Zach," I said holding out my arm to stop him before he could enter the bathroom. Zachary looked a bit startled. I had never called him Zach before. "Do you HAVE to do homework today? I...I mean... I think we should spend the day together... you know, it would be a lot better in pretending we get allong if we actually do more than just dinner together. Mabye we could go shopping?" I said hesitantly.
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I was very suprised at Olivia's request. I told her I needed time to think, and I spent my whole shower thinking. What she had siad made sence, it would be a LOT more convincing to our parents if when they asked how Hawaii was I could actually tell them about something other than the hotel. But than a large part of me REALLY didn't want to take teh time off my studies. I've had a 4.0 gpa since middle school, I didn't wantto blow it, not now when I was so close to graduation. But then again, Olivia had asked nicely, and this was the first time *not counting last night* taht she had actually spoken nicely to me. When I got out of the bathroom our food was there. I pretended to be famished so I could have more time to think, as I sat eating my food. "Zach?" Olivia asked hesitantly when I had finished. "Please?" I looked up at her. She had never said please eather. "Sure." I said