Emily Collins.
One thing that I hated,
Had to be the fact that my sleep broke.
And I wouldn't ever be able to fall back asleep again, that was torturous for me, staying wide awake in the silence with only your wicked thoughts to get and keep you going. Can you imagine that? For me? It meant I were to constantly have an internal battle with myself.
I was comfortable right now and refused to leave this warm, cuddly bed so I endured the little torture I was put through, once again, by myself.
Working odd hours everyday, does this, tires and exhaust me to the point that when Sunday's roll around, my routine sometimes take a little dip and instead of waking up at eight, it's already thirty minutes past ten and yet, I still want to go back to sleep and never want to wake up, until tomorrow, that is.
“Archer?” I knock on his doo
Alex Henderson.Archer stomped his small feet, damn loud, in front of me and i could tell it was annoying the rest of the people around but really I didn't give a fuck about them.The boy really did whatever he wanted.Either way, I could tell him to stop and he won't.I huffed and he turned to look at me grinning widely, that was doom, I knew it too. “What's with the devil's look, huh?” I question, watching him with careful eyes and he shrugs his shoulders, still smiling.“Are you coming with us?”“Where?”He looks irritated at my lack of attention and glares at me and reaches out, pinching my leg. “Ow! What the fuck, man?” I hiss, stopping to sooth the now aching leg and he laughs.“10 buckroos for my swear jar!” He happily chirps.
Emily Collins.Jasmine and Alex were behaving weird earlier but I let that slide, they had weird things going on between the two of them that they needed to sort out and I wasn't going to jump into that mess, yet.Taking sides?I definitely wasn't about that anymore.Connor used his finger to rim his little teacup and smiled to himself as he did so. I remember him doing that when we were younger as well. It used to be so weird when I first noticed him doing it.But I guess, after years of being his friend, it kind of grew on me and then, when he didn't do it. That used to concern be at those times, not sure why.His blue eyes are focused on the outside world, watching as the cars go pass and the people. I figure that this must be new to him, the busy streets and all this loud chatter. But maybe not, he was kind of used to this, the l
Emily Collins.My eyes are heavy and tired and I can barely keep them open for much longer. I had completely forgotten how tiresome packing and arriving at the airport at such an early hour can be and goddamn, add another four human beings to the mix and I was completely and utterly exhausted from it all.I'm only on the plane! I can't imagine how tired I'm going to be when I arrive back at Rosewood, that thought alone makes me internally groan.I had been watching the sky for a long time now, it was dark and had barely any stars but that was the usual, you could hardly ever see the stars in the city but I never complained. I never liked the stars that much after moving to New York because I always felt them looking down at me and laughing.From what was to what is.Sad as that is, it bothered me.So I never looked or seeked ou
Emily Collins.The air was chilly when we stepped out of the plane, following after the other passengers and I feel it, the familiarity hits me in waves and waves, quickly making reality set in.Memories from six years ago flood through my mind in a fast pace as I walk pass certain things, everything is new looking and shiny, as always, they tend to do revamps on almost everything in this town after every three years or so, that's what I seem to remember anyway, that, and a lot of other things, important things, hurtful things.Memories of everyone I knew, my old friends, all of us together, going on family trips, coming here to this place, it rings in my mind just like it has rang that day I had left, like a warning bell.“Damn, who be owning a limo though?” Jasmine jokes and I turn to look at where her eyes are set and I see it, the black limo parked and waited
Emily Collins.The house— no the mansion stood before us, towering and intimidating us, making us look like bloody ants in front of it but I knew, once we stepped through those golden paneled doors, then we all might as well become test ants or something.“You're rich?” Alex blurts, coming to stand next to me, completely shocked at the new information his been given and I shake my head no.I gesture to the mansion, “They're rich.” I say.Alex is a billionaire but it's pretty obvious his never seen something like this before. I can tell that much by the way he keeps mumbling and staring wide eyed at everything. . . Jasmine and Archer as well and I get it, this is new for them but old for me, so fucking old and crumpled.A heavy, tired, sigh falls out of my lips and I shut my eyes, telling myself to calm down, to block out tho
Emily Collins.My feet stop at a familiar doorway— everything else in the house looks new and shiny, except this, this place, this door, it looks old and dusty, as if everyone were too afraid to touch it.Too afraid to uncover my old self, I take in a deep, heavy breath and step back away from the dark door, not understanding why anyone wouldn't want to use the third floor for anything? Everything from today is just clouding my mind right now and everything is much more confusing and complex than I would have ever thought it would be. I want to know what happened in these years, even though, I know it isn't my right to know. I shouldn't dig into these things, especially when I was the one who left, willingly.I remember, Richard and Eliza making plans to turn the third floor into ballroom skylight thing so why not do it then? Since I've been gone with no promises of ever coming back to thi
Connor Conwell.I hated shopping.Elizabeth, she knew it, too.And I knew her asking me to bring her here,It was payback for taking her back to that house.I couldn't fight it though, couldn't tell her it wasn't my choice and it wasn't hers either. I had to listen to someone higher than all of us. I couldn't tell her something I wasn't allowed to and anyway, it wasn't even my place to say anything about it.“What about this?” She waves something, a light green bag of potato chips, trying to wave it in my face when she knows, she's an elf, too short.I glance down at the dark haired woman and nod my head, quickly reaching to grab my own shit as well. Neither one of us were going to pay for any of this junk, anyway, so why waste money that wasn't ours? She would fight me over that at the counter,
Emily Collins.I was slowly starting to lose it.I was going to crack soon, too, I just knew it.It was a waiting game on my part now.Waiting to crack.And unleash my beast.It was all because of those eyes, that smile and that. . . Oh my god, I can't believe I'm about to say that but it's all that thin, slutty, bitches fault. . . Kacie fucking Blackwell! That nice side that she tried to flaunt at me, ohh, I knew it all, too, well. I knew that that was her game, her plan. I didn't even want to know why her and Connor were so goody goody all of a sudden. I had thought he hated her and she felt mutually to him.Oh, how wrong was I?They way she shoved her diamond rings at me, she always loved the bigger things in life, always wanted everything she couldn't have and she had it now— for a