Emily.
I hadn't realized that I've fallen asleep until I'm awaken by light finger movements on my face. It's ticklish and annoying. The person touching me is doing it so softly and gently.
They were caressing my face, this much I knew, because they weren't doing it to wake me or annoy me. It was more of a loving, caring and gentle touch and even though I was annoyed by it at first, I welcomed the touch and feel of the it by humming and leaning closer towards it.
When the light touching stops, my eyes flutter open and I'm met with dark green ones staring back at me.
“Hi.” I murmur, lazily smiling up at him.
“Good morning Beautiful.” His husky voice greets and he smiles back, “Sleep good?” He asks, pulling me closer to him.
I hum out a response, nodding my head as I snuggle closer to him and his warm b
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?&ldq
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.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.
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.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 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?&ldq
Emily.I hadn't realized that I've fallen asleep until I'm awaken by light finger movements on my face. It's ticklish and annoying. The person touching me is doing it so softly and gently.They were caressing my face, this much I knew, because they weren't doing it to wake me or annoy me. It was more of a loving, caring and gentle touch and even though I was annoyed by it at first, I welcomed the touch and feel of the it by humming and leaning closer towards it.When the light touching stops, my eyes flutter open and I'm met with dark green ones staring back at me.“Hi.” I murmur, lazily smiling up at him.“Good morning Beautiful.” His husky voice greets and he smiles back, “Sleep good?” He asks, pulling me closer to him.I hum out a response, nodding my head as I snuggle closer to him and his warm b
Asher.Elizabeth has always been so delicate and fragile. It only makes my body and mind intrigued to the point where every single being of me craves her.I tainted her. I know I did.I never could stop myself when it came to the dark haired beauty. I still can't seem to stop myself. She consumes me that way. She's my energy and magnet. She continues to pull me through the darkness and wrap me in her light. She always seems to save me and make me whole.Her small body lies underneath me, almost waiting for my loving. The need to shove myself inside her and take her hard and rough is almost overpowering. But I know control.I need to be slow and gentle with my innocent girl. I can't hurt her. . . not again. I know she's never been with anyone else in these last years being away from me. I know she's way to absorbed in me to allow anyone else to touc
Emily.“Ellie!” Asher groans from behind me making me turn around to face him. “Come back to bed, it's too early to be up.” He grumbles into his pillow.“I'm actually leaving,” I say, moving backwards towards the bedroom door. “Thank you, uh, for last night.” I rush out.I don't understand why he brought me back to his place when all my friends where right there. They could have taken me home instead of him bringing me here and me being struck here.I don't even know why my friends would have allowed him to take me away with him when two of them don't even know him. Well besides Alex, I guess. I really need to ask him about that. I can't even believe that they hadn't even tried to stop him!Within a blink of an eye his up off his bed and rushing forward to where I stand shocked at his sudden and fast movements befo
Emily.My head hurts.It's like a someone's continuously banging against my skull with a hammer. It's a awful feeling and I know exactly why I'm feeling like this. It's because of me, it's my fault. I drank way to much than I intended to and now here I am . . . suffering with the horrible consequences of my stupid decisions last night.My body and mind are slowly waking up from their long, comfortable and peaceful slumber, allowing me feel and hear things around me.I could feel a warm arm lazily slung over my waist. I knew a body was behind me because I could feel their body heat radiating off of them. I could feel their breath fanning across my neck and I could hear the evened out breathing.I slowly open my eyes, allowing them to get used to the bright light of the sun that beams through opened window and black curtain.A slight chilly breeze flows through
Emily.Minutes later of me pushing and shoving my way through people dancing, people talking and laughing, and couples making out, dry humping each other . . . yeah I might have pushed them a little harder than the rest.I find my drunk friends sitting in a booth while gulping down more drinks. I roll my eyes and start to make my way over to them.They definitely weren't concerned about me disappearing.“Hey guys, having fun?” I ask, smirking at the drunk group who are all chatting to each other rather loudly.Four widen pairs of eyes stare back at me and then their all laughing leaving me confused and lost about what we're supposed to be laughing at until I realized that their laughing at me.I frown, opening my mouth to ask them what's so funny when a pair of arms slide around my waist, pulling me towards a hard chest. I close my mouth whi