Queen of Hearts

Sequel To Lucky 13



I really, really hope you don't flip when you open this letter… but yes, the invite is as true and as plain as day, Criss and I are getting married a week from today. I'm sorry I didn't give you more of a notice. We are hoping that you will attend. Please know that I do love and miss you and I'm sorry if am I "disappointing" you but I know that deep down in my heart Criss is 'the one' for me, no matter what your opinion is. I feel like-

My hand paused for a moment trying to think of what else to write but my mind was drawing a sudden blank. The pen tapped loudly on the front cover of the notebook as I drew in a deep breath.

"Forget it…" I muttered as I crinkled the note and tossed it on the side of the couch.

I'll just send the invite, no letter. It was too awkward explaining myself to a piece of paper anyway.

My cell phone woke me out of my emotional daze causing me jump and nearly scrap my tongue against the envelope as I was sealing it.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey babe, did you get done packing yet?" Criss asked on the other line.

I nodded to the phone as I stood up and collected the ball of notebook paper from between the couch cushions.

"Yeah, just about. What time are you gonna be back?" I questioned.

"I should be home around midnight as long as this last take doesn't too much more time, something's going wrong with our back up fire crew, we've been waiting for them all damn day. I'm about ready to start without them, but my crew won't let me, of course…" Criss sighed and I could hear J.D. in the background arguing with someone over what sounded like gasoline.

My hands traced over the invite one last time before I set it down on the kitchen counter.

"Alright, well… just be SAFE, I want you to wait until they get there as well." I replied.

Criss muttered something and then hollered something to J.D. about needing more barrels of gas in order to keep the fire going for a longer duration.

"I DON'T care what the fucking cost is per barrel, just get it already! I'm sorry Sarah, these guys are killing me today. I will be home no later than midnight though, I promise. I can't take much more of this shit." Criss groaned.

Midnight came and went and by the time it had I was packed and ready to go for Chicago. I had even gotten Criss half packed but I wasn't too sure what all he wanted to wear so I would have to wait for him to stress over his attire when he got home. If he ever got home. Our flight was planned for the next day (Saturday) at noon and we were to be spending the week in Chicago before our wedding to collaborate with everyone and over everything. Elaine and Chester were of course coming with us. Elaine was actually my maid of honor. In some respects I think she was more excited about me getting married than I was. I was thrilled that I was going to be going home and that I would have that much time to spend with my family and my old friends but at the same time I was nervous as all hell. The days were going by so fast I could hardly breathe without 15 minutes getting lost.

Criss finally came tip-toeing into bed around 2am. Usually I would be on his case but from the sound of his phone call earlier it seemed like he had a rough enough day.

"Sarah?" He whispered as he headed out of the bathroom.

I rolled over sluggishly. "Yeah…"

"Were you asleep?" He asked quietly.

"No, not yet." I replied while my legs buried themselves deeper into the folds of the comforter.

Criss crawled into bed and laid along side of me, his left arm tucking itself underneath my neck.

"I'm sorry I'm so late. I really am. There were things that I just couldn't control today." He yawned lightly.

Running my hand through his hair I replied, "It's okay. I understand."

Criss cuddled closer against my body and I propped my leg onto his thigh trying to get comfortable in our embrace.

"Ouch! Shit!" He flinched the moment I laid the weight of my leg onto his. His right hand grabbed onto my calf and set it back onto the mattress in a fluid motion.

"I'm sorry! What's wrong?" My eyes narrowed his way through the dark.

He rolled onto his back and rubbed at his forehead, seeming to still be in some kind of pain. "I burnt the side of my leg today, that's all."

"That's all? Are you okay? Is it okay? Let me see…" I scrambled for the nightstand to turn on the light but Criss grabbed at my elbow.

"It's nothing, really. I'm fine. Injuries happen all the time during Seasons. Trust me I can handle a freaking burn on my leg." He let go of my arm when he was certain I wasn't going to bother with the lamp any more.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, I'm just trying to care. I get worried…"

"There's nothing to worry about." He kissed my cheek and added, "I'm still in one piece."

"For now anyway." I muttered to myself as I watched him roll over, his back facing mine.

That night I had weirdest dream. I dreamt about gasoline barrels full of red roses and human skulls that were lining the inside of a cathedral's walk way up to the alter. In my dream I was standing in the middle of the alter and a priest handed me a pair handcuffs and a timer that read: 0:00. When I pressed START on the timer all of the barrels spilled over, empting what seemed to be a thousand roses and skulls onto the cathedral's floor and pews. I woke up in a cold sweat and glanced over at Criss. He was still out like a light.