I'm Here Now.

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.

Last Updated : 2020-08-08

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

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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. &

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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

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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

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 mysel

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 bedroo

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