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reach her and stop this damn wedding. He didn’t understand how she could be going through with the wedding. He understood why she wanted to get away from him, but he couldn’t comprehend that she was so broken that she was going to marry this bastard, James.
     
    He punched the wall and thought how everything was his fault. If he hadn’t fallen for her and if he hadn’t allowed her to trust him or let her see him as someone worth spending time on, she wouldn’t be in this situation. She would be in Vegas, still living her life.
     
    Although if he hadn’t gone to Vegas, then Hall would’ve sent someone else. Someone probably a lot nastier and angrier than he was, someone without any respect for the girl. However, she should’ve never come back. And he, the only person that could’ve kept her away, was the one person who got her to come back. Richard would probably reward him or something for doing such a fine, upstanding job. He disgusted himself.
     
    Sierra still wasn’t picking up the phone. Not that she had any of the other times he had tried to contact her. She just wanted nothing to do with him. Now, it was three. There was nothing to do except accept his fate. He went to his fridge for another beer only to realize they were all gone. At first he thought it was much too early to go to a bar, but then he decided that it didn’t matter.
     
    That was how he found himself watching some celebrity channel’s coverage of “The Wedding of the Decade.” He thought that it seemed a bit pretentious, since a prince also got married this decade. However, there she was, arrayed in all her bridal finery, laughing with the reporter.
     
    She didn’t exactly look like herself. Maybe it was just the TV or her make-up, but she didn’t look alive. She looked like a shell of Sierra, going through all the actions she needed to, but she wasn’t there herself. It was like watching a reflection of Sierra do something, not Sierra herself. It was the most disconcerting thing Chad had ever seen. She was gone, completely gone.
     
    By evening, Chad was completely wasted. Too drunk to even see straight, he just curled up in a corner of the bar and focused on the weird sensations in his body. He couldn’t remember being this drunk in a long time and he didn’t really ever want to be sober. She had completely cut herself off from him. She was gone, gone for good.
     
    Suddenly, someone sat down next him and said, “Hey, buddy.”
     
    Chad blinked drearily at him. He tried to slur some response to him, but was unable to.
     
    “It’s okay. Just come with me. It’ll be okay.”
     
    Chad wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but he let the stranger lead him away. It didn’t matter where he went or who he went with anymore—everything was over, and she was gone. Tears started to spring to his eyes. He knew he had failed.
     
    He tried to think if there was anything else he could have done. He had tried to contact her repeatedly, but she never responded. He had practically stalked her, pretending to be paparazzi, trying to get close to her and force her to remember who she was.
     
    However, it was to no avail.
     
    He was shuffled into a car where he promptly vomited over the entire backseat. There was someone else sitting back there, and this new person started cussing and screaming. Chad felt a fist connect with his face, but he barely felt it through his haze. He let his mind fog over completely, and he blacked out.
     
    ***
     
    When he woke up, he was tied to a chair with duct tape over his mouth. His head was pounding, and the light pressing against him was painful. He couldn’t remember what had happened to him. His memories were foggy and scattered, and the pain intruding in his life was overwhelming right now.
     
    The door in front of him opened and a couple burly guys entered, accompanying a skinnier guy. Chad recognized the skinny guy, the current president of the Shadow Souls. Even though he was still pretty