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Post by krueger on Apr 20, 2007 19:27:40 GMT -6
Emilia's head was throbbing now, the alcohol starting to wear off a little. She was barely aware of her brother's retreating feet; she was barely aware of anything in fact. For the moment, Emilia seemed to have shut down. Her face was blank as she tried to gather herself together again. She felt cold, but warm at the same time. Her knees were curled to her chest, but whether she was trying to keep herself in one piece or shield herself from the world around her she didn't know.
Her brother, her one savior in life itself, had just punched her. It seemed to hurt more than her physical being. The effect shook her down to her very soul, making her want to cry again. But she sucked it up, putting away all the negative feelings she had. For the moment, that was all of them. She did notice, however, that Luke hadn't left. The knowledge kind of pissed her off. All she wanted was to be alone, didn't he respect her enough to just get the fuck out of the club and leave her the hell alone?
"I said get out of here, Luke." Emilia snapped in a cold voice. "And just because I didn't specifically meantion your name doesn't mean that I wasn't talking to you." His words were still bitter to her, like salt on an already open wound. Had he really meant what he said about liking her? Probably not, she realized. Honestly, that didn't surprise her much. She'd known about Luke; she'd heard all the rumors and stories, and should have been more careful. "I don't want your fucking help. In fact, I should have fucking never asked for it in the first place." She was on a roll now, and continued in an icy voice. "You're a god damn player, Luke. You know that? You toy with people until they break. And guess what? I'm broken and done. Now just leave me the fuck alone."
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Post by lukesummitt on Apr 20, 2007 19:53:26 GMT -6
What the fuck? Luke was going out on a limb and trying to be the nice-brotherly-friend for once in his life and she was rejecting him? What was she thinking? He tried to remain came as best as he could, afterall, she had just gotten punch by her brother, and she was drunk, but the words pouring out of her mouth were fucking rediculous. And they hurt so bad becuase for the most part everything she was saying was true.
"You're a god damn player, Luke. You know that? You toy with people until they break. And guess what? I'm broken and done.
It hit him like a brick, similar to what Kelsey had said earlier about not caring. Why were all of the girls in his life trying to emotionally break him down? He had cried earlier over one girl, so now was ws he going to cry this time, even though Emilia's words hurt almost three times as bad. They weren't out of spite like Kelsey's were, well maybe, but he believed they were from her heart.
"You're broken?" he snapped back at her, his friendly and came features turing to ones of hate. "You're fucking broken? How about this? I break up with my fucking girlfriend for you, I take you here, I show you a good time, I get fucking punched in the face and even after I'm not wanted I stay and try to make things better for you and this is what I get?" Luke was still yelling but his voice stamina was obviously getting weaker. "I fucking yelled at Kelsey until she broke into tears right infront of me so we could be together right now and this is the fucking bullshit thanks I get?" Luke stood and put his hands in the air trying to hold everything in and placing a smug look on his face, "fine". He had nothing else to say. he didn't know what else to say. He tried sorry, but that didn't work, and as of now he really coudn't careless what happened to her. She ruined his relationship, his night, and his last time in Vegas.
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Post by krueger on Apr 20, 2007 20:23:15 GMT -6
Emilia was a little startled as he yelled back, but didn’t show it. Her face was still blank, even though he was accusing her to be the cause of what had happened. Even though she wasn’t showing much emotion, she still was able to yell back at him. “Yes. I am broken. I’m hurt, Luke. I just got fucking punched by my twin brother!” Not being able to hold it back any more, her anger flashed dangerously in her eyes. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to kick him. But he might punch her back. “And it’s not my fault that your girlfriend didn’t trust you enough to know that you wouldn’t go mess around with some other girl tonight.”
“And besides that!” She yelled, getting to her feet and looking at him. “It’s not my fault you make people cry! Fuck, Luke! Can you not take the blame for something you do? You act like none of this is your fault. You lied, you fought, and you shattered others just to get here. None, and I do mean none, of that is my fault. I didn’t even ask for your help. You gave it to me. So the only thing here that’s my fault was believing you when you said you liked me.” Emilia shook her head; clearly sorry she’d done so.
“But I do have to say, you have helped me.” Emilia folded her arms. “You’ve made me become a strong person. You’ve shown me how to see through people and know who they really are.” Her voice became level again as she reined in her anger. She took in a slow breath, shaking her head. As Luke got to his feet, she shook her head slowly. Even though he was several inches taller than her, and about a million times stronger, Emilia still felt she had an advantage. After all, he was totally drunk, and the effects of her intoxication were wearing off. “So, Luke Summitt,” she said calmly. “Fuck. You.” Swinging back with her right foot, she connected with his shin. Three years of soccer in her past had helped her develop quite a powerful kick.
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Post by lukesummitt on Apr 21, 2007 11:05:54 GMT -6
Luke could barely believe what he was hearing from her. Sentence after sentence was like a shot strait through his pride and right into his heart. It was unbelievable how personally Luke was taking everything she was saying, and how emotionally weak and unstable he was becoming, although very little of it actually showed.
the only thing here that’s my fault was believing you when you said you liked me
God. That statement hurt him more than the blow to the shin that followed not too far behind.
I never lied to you Emilia. Just because I was drunk when I said it, and just because I was kissing you when I said it doesn’t mean that every single thing that I said wasn’t true. I did like you, I do like you, and just because it’s taken me so long to admit to myself that I do doesn’t mean that it’s not true. It’s just… you’re everything I’m not. Your smart, your quiet, your polite, your secure with yourself, and Kelsey, she’s everything I am; the alcohol, the sex, the parties, the popularity. She was like…my safety net. She knew what I was about, and that was alright with her. And id you haven’t noticed, which you obviously haven’t because nobody has, I’m not very happy with myself right now. That’s why I went out with Kelsey in the first place! I didn’t want to be that guy with no meaning in his life who goes from girl to girl wasting his life away. It just not me anymore. I mean, it is me, but it’s not who I want to be. And then you came along, and you wanted to be like me. You wanted to fit in with the people that I hung out with, and you wanted a taste of the fast life that I make look so fun and easy, and all the while I was helping you, you were helping me realize what I did want..
Luke only wished he could just pour his heart and soul out in front of her at that moment, but no, she hurt him way too much to deserve anything like that. If she thought he was this asshole douche bag, then he would just show her exactly what she wanted to believe.
”Wow Emilia” he shook his head, ”congradu-fucking-lations because you are just like everybody else. You base everything off of stereotypes and images and ignore what’s in front of your fucking face. But whatever, right? You know me so fucking well, right? Well apparently you and your brother do because you guys were dead on. You were just another girl. Fuck, you still are just another girl. You think you’re special because some kid tried to ‘protect’ you from me?” Luke forced out a laugh, ”shit, this type of crap happens to me on a weekly basis. But I must say, this is the longest I’ve ever spent trying to get one girl. God, when I first saw you on the swing that day I knew what I wanted from you, and I thought to myself, yeah, she’s kidna weird and dresses in weird ass clothing, but shit, she’s still hott.”
He laughed again as he was starting to convince himself that everything he felt for her was really just part of his scheme to get in her pants. ”And yeah, I woulda had to teach you a few things, but it all would have been worth it in the end because god did I wanna get with a virgin. But guess what sweetie, it’s not fuckin worth it anymore.” he looked around the club shaking his head, ”do you know how many girls would get on their knees for me in a second? I could probably have four or five by the end of this fuckin night” he smirked as he started to turn to leave, ”I like I always say, I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain’t one” he winked at her before heading for the door.
Good job Luke, you’ve officially been an asshole to the two girls in your life.
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Post by krueger on Apr 21, 2007 11:45:25 GMT -6
Emilia was hardly on her feet as Luke continued to dig under her skin. Her eyes were wide in small shock. The walls she’d scrambled to put up before they started fighting were crumbling in her heart, and as every bit fell, she could feel it down to her soul like a shockwave.
You let him get too close. You let him get inside of your heart. You’ve learned this lesson before, Emilia. Many times before. You knew how Luke is. Just because you wanted to his help doesn’t mean that he, in turn, would change into someone he’s not. Nothing could ever do that. Sure, you like him. Sure, he said he liked you. But he was fucking drunk, Emilia. Alcohol makes people say things they shouldn’t. This is what happens when you try and become something you’re not. You shouldn’t have ever talked to Luke in the first place. You should have just stayed home with your books. Your books are your only friends. They can’t change; they can’t get mad, they can’t kiss you and tell you sweet things then leave. They’re words.
You can’t let anyone else in.
The words sounded good in her head, but her emotions were already out in the open. Emilia closed her eyes tight to try and stop tears from coming. His words felt like bruises on her heart; forming one after the other. She’d never been talked to like that before. She knew he was right though. Luke was very popular, and very hot. He could probably have his pick of any of the girls out there on the dance floor without even saying a word to them. But even so, he’d picked her to go out with. Over any other girl in Vegas, over his own girlfriend. Didn’t that say something? She shook her head desperately. She couldn’t allow herself to think like that anymore. She’d just get hurt again.
Emilia sank back to the floor as Luke turned away from her, breathing deeply. Her breaths came in broken sobs, tears finally starting to fall. Giving him a safe distance, Emilia eventually stood shakily, walking out of the club and going back to her hotel room.
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