Emily.
I spot the door as soon as I enter through the living room and relief floods through me. I grab onto the black handle and yank it open and when it clicks. I silently thank the heavens for it not being locked.
The door doesn't stay open for long because soon Asher has his hands slapping against the wood and closing it shut, not allowing me to open it again.
What the fuck is his problem?
I groan out in frustration when his another hand grabs me and spins me around to face a furious looking Asher. I roll my eyes at him, I want to leave, I don't want to be here with him, near him or anywhere with him.
His hold on my arm tightens when he notices me struggling and trying to get out of his grip, but it's no use.
“Let me go!” I snap.
Did he not ask me to leave a few minutes ago?
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Emily.Black, grey and white are the themed colors throughout his house. I've always known he liked the colour black. It's dark and mysterious. I like it. I remember him saying.I enter his kitchen and fall in love with how amazing it looks. Who knew the young Blackwell knew his color schemes and designs so well. You knew. A reminds me and that voice isn't lying. Of course I knew.Asher has alot of talents but his main focus has always been to sing. He loved him but he was never allowed to persue it because of the Blackwell heir.Their business folk, men and women, not musicians who take drugs and party their life's away. They have a reputation to uphold. Ashers father told him that after he had beated him and broke his instruments.I remember aiding Asher on days and nights when his father got mad at him especially when he would sing.&
Emily.I stay wrapped up in Ashers arms with his hands slowly brushing my back and hair, for as long as I can. I welcome the feeling that he gives off. . . the feeling of love.I know we're ruined and broken beyond repair. I know, I knew, our love wasn't strong enough for the battle that is my parents but as much as I hate to deny or admit it, I love Asher Blackwell. I love him so much that it's going to hurt me tenfold when I leave again.“I had to leave.” I breath out into the silence.“With my parents forcing me into a marriage and making me into some sort of deal to my friends all being to high up and to the guy that I was madly in love with hurting me like that. . . I just. . . I didn't know what to do. It was all too much for me. It was the last straw.” I state.“I wish you didn't run. I wish you had done what the old El
Emily.It's been two hours since I've been back at the Kingsley mansion, playing games and goofing off with my little guy when a distraught looking Alex rushed into the room, mumbling and grunting under his breath about Jasmine which is what brings me to my current situation.“Jasmine?” I call while my knuckles bang against the wooden door, waiting for her to answer or at least open the damn thing. “Are you alright in there?” I ask.As expected I don't get a reply back. “Alright. I'm coming inside now, okay?” I say, pushing open the door.And the sight I'm met with only hurts my heart more. I hate to see my strong, sassy bestfriend looking so. . . down and out of it with tears running down her face while she whimpers, her fingers clutched around something.“Jasmine. . . are you okay?” I walk towards the unmade bed.
His the one I'm meant to hate, to loathe— his the enemy!But his the one I desire, crave, want and need the most.I am his.As he is mine.And together?We burnt bridges and started fires, wars, it was so beautifully chaotic that it tore and shredded us apart,, my dear love._Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy.But sometimes, our devil's like to play and come into light.Join Emily on a whirl wind of emotions as she tries to uncover her horrible past by opening old wounds, allowing them to breath and to finally heal.
April 12th 2014.It seemed like this was something new and it was, a forced experience that I had demanded myself to make before it was too late and before anyone could stop me, again. Because they always do, stop and pester me into their routes and ways that they paved so happily for me.Why was it so important? And most importantly, why me?Ongoing questions that I'll never have answers to.Like always. I've been left completely confused.All my life I've obeyed every single stupid and utterly ridiculous rule that had been set out for me— unfortunately there were always too many to count.A lap dog was what i had been.A pretty little lapdog that acted like it too.But not any longer— today, right now was the end of the era. I was tired of being a l
Emily Collin - June 5th 2014Clinic's were always so cold and made you feel all weird inside, an uneasiness that set your fears on high and I didn't like it.I never did, to be honest.“Hi,” I greet the old grey haired woman who looks much too tired to function that I almost feel bad for her, almost just not fully. “My name is Emily Collins. I'm here for my checkup?” I say once the woman whose tag states, jemma, across it.She sends me a warm and kind smile, nodding her head, she gestures for me to take a seat and I do.I watch in silence as she taps away on her computer screen, busy with important work maybe and her old fashioned glasses looks ready to fall off her face any second now. I can practically hear the sound of it banging against that steel desk and I shudder.“Em,” my nickname is called
Emily Collins- December 12th 2015“I thought we had one more week!” I hear a familiar voice screaming as I'm rushed down the long halls and into the maternity ward. “What the fuck!” Again, he screams, confused.I almost find myself wanting to laugh at my friend's confusion and worried face but the pain from this is way too much and all I can afford to do right now is grimace in his direction, hoping he knows that currently, this is hilarious in my mind because of his constant cursing at everyone.He is a mess right now and I don't blame him, I'm scared too and Jasmine looks much too happy to focus on her fear. I don't blame her either because I, too, am happy, so goddamn happy.Another sickening pain pierces through my lower half and I swear, I'm not being dramatic when I cry from the pain of early child birth.“Don't you da
Emily Collins.As soon as I opened my apartment door, I heard the, usual commotion of my son and bestfriend arguing over something, again.“That is not how it works, little guy.”“It is! You do not know anything so— so— so—!”Archer is pointing an accusing finger at Alex and his face is all scrunched up into a cute but angry scowl when I enter the living room and I quietly laugh to myself at his loss of words. “A duck, you are a duck so you don't know anything uncle Alex!”“Heeeeey! What did I say, uh, what did I say about calling me uncle out in the open like that? What would the girls think?”“That you're old and annoying and cranky—”“Ugh, I can never win with you, god!”Jasmine laughs lou