"Embry dear, what I'm really trying to tell you is that despite giving life to three beautiful children, I wouldn't wish this type of life on my worst enemy, and you darling are far from my enemy" she sighed sadly, stretching her hand across the armchair to hold mine in comfort."So, what do I do?" My voice cracked, I couldn't tell anymore what emotion that was due to, there were too many to pick from. Too many emotions like a whirlwind in my mind, knocking my thoughts together."I wish I could tell you, but if I had the answer to that question neither one of us would be here right now" I could feel another lump rising within my throat. I had needed the reassurance she provided within the first couple words, I was like a child, I needed my hand held throughout every decision, I needed somebody to tell me how to leave.Those last couple words, well, they lit a panic inside of me that I didn't think could be put out. Evelyn had been here for over twenty years, she had much more knowledg
*Flash forward*I tried to ignore the blood that trailed the length of my arms. Noah's hands exploring each inch of my body carelessly, his lips attacking the tender skin of my neck as I bit back the bile that forced its way up my throat. My eyes had taken a permanent position of being tightly shut, all he had to do was open his eyes to see the disgust that lay upon my face and his little fantasy would be ruined. I couldn't let that happen.I forced myself to relax, I needed to keep him occupied, even if it meant sacrificing my dignity. My heart was beating in overdrive as he slowly lifted his lips from my skin, "you're so perfect Embry, and now, you're finally mine" his smirk was demonic, one that dug a bottomless pit of dread in my stomach.Maybe at some other time this attention wouldn't have been so bad. Maybe another time when I wasn't covered in blood that wasn't mine.*Present time*The sun was blinding as the curtains were forced open. "Time to get up little bug" Noah's voice
"So Embry, senior year, exciting, what are your plans for after school?" Indigo questioned, sitting back in the armchair adjacent to the couch Noah and I were on. Sebastian mingled around the room, every now and again throwing looks my way while Evelyn pottered in and out.Swishing the water in my glass around, I sat leaned into Noah's side participating in a conversion with Indigo. "Well, I-I guess I haven't given it much thought, with everything going on, it never really seemed like the most important thing" as soon as the words had left my mouth I felt my eyes widen.Oh sh*t. She is going to find out about Noah in jail and then Noah is going to be mad at me and then I'm going to die. Yes, I'm 100% going to be brutally murdered. This was not in the plan to get Indigo's help."Well I'm sorry to hear that, is everything okay?" I could feel Noah stiffen beside me, my head felt fuzzy and my sweat glands were working overtime. I could sense Sebastian's smirk as they all watched me about
"Will you marry me, Noah?"Once the words hit the air it felt as though I regained a consciousness I didn't previously have. It was the feeling of blacking out and watching yourself do something from the depths of your mind while you really have no control of it happening. It was the sensation of self sabotage.There was no reply from him, no words were spoken between the time he dropped the hammer and stormed towards me. His aura said enough. His hand found its way into my hair as his lips crashed onto my own. I moved my lips against his, what was there for me to fight against anymore.It wasn't as though he had taken the last of my freedom, no I did that to myself. His hands trailed greedily over every inch of my body. I knew I didn't like the feeling. It was rough, it wasn't a touch of safety or comfort, it was one of the cold and loneliness. It was one of obsession.I was simply a viewer to what was happening, I no longer felt control of my body, I was functioning on autopilot. Th
I awoke with a jolt at the bustle of noises seeping under the door. The light stung at my eyes, a faint throb still present in my head from the relentless wave of tears that tore through me last night. Sitting up, I noticed Noah staring at me from the corner of my eye. "Morning beautiful" his voice was gruff from sleep, mumbling a reply to him I threaded lightly to the bathroom.The tiles were cold on my feet, reminding me I was in fact real and in this current predicament. Spitting out the last of the toothpaste remnants, I sucked a deep breath of air in as though it would give me courage.Noah hadn't moved from his spot, resting against the headboard his eyes glued to me, his gaze haunting. "I was thinking we could go back out to the swing today" he smiled, sinking back under the duvet covers. My stomach churned at how normal he sounded at the moment, it was as if he wasn't the same person I had been dealing with last night.As though my red puffy eyes completely went over his head,
I brushed past the workers as they sped down the hallways, arms full with supplies in preparation for the wedding. I was forbidden from peeking into the garden and looking at the set up otherwise "it wouldn't be as magical" as Evelyn said. There was less than 24 hours before the big ceremony so everybody was off doing things for it, while I was forced to entertain myself.Standing solo in such big hallways always sprouted a stinging feeling of loneliness within my heart, no matter how much exploring I did, it could only distract me for so long. Noah had warned me that he couldn't be disturbed under any circumstances today because of some 'important business' he had to deal with, so here I was left, just me, myself and I.Coming face to face with the large grandfather clock, I settled on passing time the same way I had yesterday and the day before yesterday and the day before that. Waiting for the big hand to hit the twelve I belted off running through the hallways, I was determined to
I'd never felt as though I had a bad relationship with floors. Four times out of ten I'd choose to sit on the floor rather than my bed, there was never any reasoning behind it, it was just something I had done. But now, as I sat here, on this floor, I couldn't help but hold a feeling of resentment towards the inanimate object.The agony it caused my body seemed to be never ending. But then again, I was deflecting. It wasn't about the floor, it wasn't even about Noah. It was about me. Because some twisted, demented part inside of me was praying Noah would just give me a physical punishment. Anything that would get me out of this torture, in my mind if Noah punished me, at least he would be communicating with me in some way. And that seemed so much better than this.All I had was his silence, and the gut wrenching feeling of his disappointment that lingered in the air, suffocating me. The only thing keeping me company was the screeching of my thoughts, bouncing around inside my head.Du
Whining at the pain in my head, I begrudgingly forced my eyes open. Taking a moment to regather consciousness, I sit staring at the bathroom door. Sitting. Staring. Waiting. Imagining what it would be like if the ceiling collapsed down on me right now. That would be nice, I would like that very much.Letting out a frustrated grunt I stomped over to the bathroom. My bladdery-needs forgotten once I catch a glimpse of the red skin on my neck. I recoiled as my fingers traced over the raw flesh. I hadn't realised how tight his grip was last night being too busy losing consciousness from the injection. The injection....This little shit stabbed me with his drug stick. Overcome with anger I stormed out of the room, hyping myself up to give him a piece of my mind. Maybe throw some hands. Making sure my feet made an excessive amount of noise as I trudged towards the sound of his voice. He was in the kitchen, perfect, more weapon choice for me.Shoving myself into the kitchen door, hand raised,
Five years later...Embry's POVI rubbed my hands against the fabric of my trousers, the anxiety building within me at the large crowd of people. Pulling at the collar of my shirt I tried to ease my breathing, this wasn't my first book reading, but I always got very nervous at them.When I did these, I put my work, my inner thoughts in front of everybody to judge. I put my experience, my trauma before their scrutinising eyes. So far the audience seemed to be interested in what I was saying, in work that I had actually published. Something I never would have thought would be happening. But the book had been published for a month now and the reviews were beyond me.I suppose everything with Noah had its purpose in my life, its reason. It led me here. Led me to a dream of mine I had long forgotten under the weight of everything. My dream of being a writer. A silly hope I had when I was a child, one I never gave much of a second thought to.Taking a sip of the water, I cleared my throat p
Embry's POVIt had been two weeks since Jonathan had confronted me in the kitchen about who I was. Two very peaceful weeks. Well, as peaceful as my life could ever be in these circumstances I suppose. Noah had been sticking to his promise and I felt myself growing a little saner than I had been while stuck in the basement.I was achieving more freedom. Well in a certain sense. More freedom over my thoughts, slightly so in my actions to a small extent. Such as no longer having to ask permission to go outside and not having to second guess everything that I did. He was here and I was here and to me, we just happened to be here together."Everything okay little bug? You seem to be very in that head of yours" Noah questioned, taking the space on the couch beside me and lifting my legs onto his lap. Coming back to reality my eyes met his, "yeah, just thinking is all" I gave a small smile, turning my head back to the TV. We had started a show called Lost. Noah had picked it and I must give
"Like I said, I've worked for this family since I was a boy, my father watched Noah's mother go through the same thing Embry, whatever promises he makes that he won't hurt you anymore are lies. I can't force you to let me help you so whenever you realise what you need to do, you can come to me" he grabbed my hand, reassuringly squeezing it before walking out the door.Closing the door, I leaned my head against it, the tears flooding my vision. My shoulders shook with the weight of my grief as I tried to silence the noise of my sobs. He knew who I was. He knew me. I could have walked out that door with him, but what right did I have to put another life in danger. I slid down to the floor, allowing my body to curl up in misery. A raw sense of agony convulsed within my body, agony over this endless situation, over Indigo having actually cared about me, over the impact everything Noah said had on me.Jonathan had made a remark about not believing Noah's promises that he would no longer hu
Embry's POV"So, I'm going to kill myself."There it was. That feeling. The one that used to haunt me so often in the past year, that gnawing sense of hopelessness, of self betrayal. My composure dropped, and it sort of felt like I had blacked out for a couple moments, but I was aware of my existence. Aware of my consciousness sitting heavily in this temple I called a body.My body worked faster than my mind, as it had done so many times before. When the words seemed to register in my mind, I found myself staring straight into the empty eyes of the boy I had grown up with. The boy I had watched grow up. The boy I had shared many firsts with.I'm going to kill myself.....Kill myself...The uncomfortable memories sat heavy in my mind, haunting me. The ones I had tried so hard to block out, pushing their way back into my life. I was ashamed of them. They were a reminder of every weakness I could never overcome. A reminder of everything I swore would never happen again. My hearing had fa
Embry's POV"All I want to do is look after you Embry, I swear, you gave me this fresh start, I won't mess it up."But how was I to tell him, he already had.My glossy eyes were blankly trained on the floor, I couldn't look at him. Every time I did I seemed to lose a part of myself, a part of us. "Look at me Embry, everything I do, I do it for you, don't you get that?" Desperation seeped from his voice as I made no move to entertain him. "Or maybe you just say that to make yourself feel better" I muttered, gently rubbing my throbbing cheek."Do you know why I call you little bug?" He perked up, crouching in front of me so that I had no choice but to look at him. My silence was enough of an answer for him as he gently smiled, continuing. "Do you remember when-" sighing, my tears fell one by one, "don't Noah, just don't" I whispered. "Do you remember when we were kids, and one summer we were hanging out in your room and there was this spider in your bathroom," he rambled on, ignoring my
Embry's POV"Nice to meet you" I smiled, now meeting the eyeline of the man. I watched as he stretched his hand out for me to shake, but as he looked at my face his smile faltered.As if he knew something.As if he knew me."And you Mrs. Hill," he was quick to compose himself, his smile coming back full force. Shaking off the doubt I previously had, I excused it as grogginess from the flight earlier in the day, giving him a quick shake of my hand."Well, I should get going, it was lovely seeing you again Mr. Hill, and you Mrs. Hill, I shall bring fresh bread and fruit to you both in the morning, have a safe night," he gave a quick nod of his head before grabbing his things and leaving the kitchen."He seemed nice" I smiled, helping Noah put the new food in its correct places. "Yeah he is, he used to deliver groceries with his dad when I was a kid and we were on holidays here" he smiled softly, clearly lost in his memories."Tell me about it" I encouraged, shutting the cupboard, "your
Embry's POV"Wake up baby, we are here" a soft voice whispered in my ear as the sensation of a hand on my back came to the forefront of my awareness. Pushing my face further into the soft fabric I tried to block out the disturbance, too consumed by my utter sense of peace. Groaning in protest, I tried to shoo away the cold hand that now stroked my cheek. "Embry baby, we have to get up now" the deep voice became stern as my eyes tiredly opened and closed."I know, I know, I'm terrible, but I'm really excited to show you the new house, our new home" he murmured against my temple, gently pressing his lips against my skin. Taking a couple moments to regain consciousness, I sat with a prominent pout on my face, my body feeling heavy with sleep. "What a pouty little baby I have" Noah teased, lifting me from his lap as he jumped up to grab the bags that we kept in the seats across from us.My heart thudded in my chest as he abruptly stopped what he was doing and a massive smile lifted on his
Embry's POVDay 12My body shivered slightly with the coldness that enveloped it from the wet hair that sat heavily against my shoulders. My fingers continuously stroking the soft fabric of the dress, the feeling seeming foreign to me after spending so much time without it. That ended today, Noah had woken me up early enough, elation rolling off of him as he explained how we would be leaving today. I would finally get to leave this basement after God knows how long.I was at long last able to wear proper clothes again, hence my excitement with the dress, as well as a wool cardigan to keep the frosty January air from irritating my skin. I even had shoes. Small black pumps. "I was thinking of two French plaits, what do you think, little bug?" Noah questioned, already parting my hair as I gave a small nod."Words baby" he scolded as I hurried to fix my mistake, "French plaits would be nice, thank you Noah" I smiled, humming along to the playlist Noah had playing from his phone. "Good gir
Embry's POVDay 10.My legs were securely tucked underneath me as I sat on the heels of my feet, facing him. Six cards sitting coldly in my hand as I scrunch my eyebrows in concentration, "do you have a six?" I observed his neutral face as a gentle smirk lifted from the edges of his lips. "Go fish," with a roll of my eyes I picked up a new card from the deck."This is my fourth go fish in a row, you have to be cheating" I narrowed my eyes at him, sighing as he continued the game. "Do you have an eight?" Loudly sighing I handed him over the card, watching with bitterness as he joined his last pair of cards together.Grouchily I counted my seven pairs as I watched the pile of pairs surround him. "Cheater" I muttered, throwing myself dramatically onto his lap. "Awh, is my poor baby a sore loser?" he teased as I stuck my tongue out at him. "Bully" I crossed my arms, a frown settling on my face.My body lurched forward as his fingers grazed my sides, dread filling me at the knowledge of wh