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
Emily Collins.We all laughed, thinking about that clown we just encountered and I stop, smiling to myself at today's memories with my family.It was filled with endless amounts of laughter and happiness and so much food, I bet our bellies are about to explode, we had so many toys that we won packed away in that car, too. We made alot of memories here today, that I was sure about, and I knew that we all would be remembering this day for a long, long time and we'll cherish it for years to come. It was that good and amazing!Archer has been screaming in pure joy, excitement and happiness from the moment we entered and I swear, we all were so amazed, they are, that a kid so tiny as him could store so much energy in his little body. It was shocking but fun, nonetheless.It was a stress free evening and night.For me mostly, anyway.My fe
Emily Collins.A vaguely familiar voice whispers in my ear and I shiver, grasping that voice further and pulling it deeper into my memory box.I'm roughly turned around in the person's arms by the rough and tight hold they have on my arms, turning me to face them and my eyes immediately opening, coming face to face with one of my longest most favorite nightmares.Electric green eyes.They stare back at me, too.With all sorts of emotions and feelings swirling in those orbs.His tall height hovers over me, casting a huge and dark shadow over and around my small figure, so daringly and threatening that I gulp, my throat suddenly to dry and my heart suddenly to loud, silently cursing to myself in my mixed up head.“Elizabeth Kingsley,” He softly breaths.My heart,My stom
Emily Collins.Mistakes.They were crazy.And obsessive, always in your mind, reminding you about how mad you've messed everything up, always.It was a never ending thing with my mind, always debating and fighting and messing me up on the inside. I never regretted my mistake but I owned up to it, but never regret, until last night— of course after seeing him again after all these years and the way he just. . . left like that.Tiredness, thick and heavy, coursed throughout me.Last night, that meeting with him, it had really drained a lot of my energy, I'll admit that much.Archer's letting legs and feet were swinging back and forth and he kept humming a familiar beat underneath his breath as he sat on the counter and watched me make him warm honeyed milk with a pinch of ginger in it but I didn't tell him th
Emily Collins.Kacie had been keeping contact with Connor about the wedding plans with her sister, thankfully, I wasn't the one to keep contact with her because I knew I might as well as death to take me himself if I were to see or speak to her again.Ridiculous and pathetic, I knew that.I had agreed to meet with the bride herself, obviously she didn't know who I was yet so I didn't know what to expect.Did she change?Or was she just the same?I was way too eager to find out but also, I was scared.Always expect the unexpected they say.That's what I'm doing right now, I guess, in this café far from our town and into the next town, the more calm and peaceful town.Rose's café was the best. I always would come here when I was younger, that was years back no
Emily Collins.Asher was making this harder than it already is for me, especially after dropping that he isn't a father— well he is, he just doesn't know that, yet. But god, he is seriously making it so damn hard, especially when he behaves like that.As if his suddenly forgotten everything, my running away and disappearing for years, only to just now appear out of nowhere.I know what he must be thinking right now.He must expect everything to go back to that— it's not even right to call it normal because it was crazier than crazy but whatever it was, his expecting everything to be the same now that I'm back here in this horrible, dream crushing town.It won't ever be the same though.I knew that all, too, well.A heavy sigh falls from my lips and I shake my head, trying to calm myself down but really, I feel anything but cal
Alex"Archer, run along." I wave him off into the play area of the mall while I take a seat on the vacant bench, allowing myself to finally relax.The little scamp doesn't listen to me, again! He just follows me and takes a seat next to me, oh my fucking god. Groaning out loud, I throw my head back and ask god what the fuck did I do to deserve this."So you do like her then?" Archers small, inquisitive voice asks me the same question, again.I eye him curiously from the corner of my eye before turning to face him. I glare at the small, yet cute, annoying little boy but as usual he stays unaffected and stares back at me with curiosity."For the last time, Archer!" I point at him. "No!"He smiles at me. It's that devilish smile that tells me I just dug my own grave.I don't know why he chose me as his tar
Emily Collins.Darkness with neon lights are what my eyes took in first and my ears heard the loud booming music with screams, laughing and chatter of the people scattered around the place, everywhere.It was hot in here, so hot and sweaty and the smell of fake smoke and alcohol mixed into the air. It smelt. . . weird, like a weird fruit or something and that made me stop to think if I had mistakenly drank something I wasn't supposed to.The first and last time I had ever been inside a club was years ago when I was seventeen and thought I could conquer the world with my bare hands— ha! That's a fucking dead loaded dream.Indigo, Connor and I had made fake ID's.Everything was going great for the first few seconds.Until he showed up and dragged my ass back home.His fingers dug into my bare hips as he tugged me towards