Crimson Notion

ten

this song has been rent-free all night long. tn has been quiet and i can't be more thankful.

wear your masks luvs.

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The faint sound of a car echoes in the back of my head, causing me to slowly rise out of my unconscious state.

The first thing that I notice is the severe pounding of pain radiating through my face and my hand. Even the weak metallic taste of my blood remains in my mouth as a reminder of what happened.

Harry.

All of the memories from the club begin to replay through my mind as I attempt to forget about the throbbing pain in my hand.

Harry knocked me out. He punched me in the fucking jaw. He promised me he'd never let another person hurt me and look what he did. He didn't punch me very hard compared to how Eric does but that's not the point. The point is that he did it. I know I pushed him a bit but he promised. He knows my trauma and decided to anyway.

That's what I get to be honest, I should've known better than to trust him. He was only ever nice to me just to try and fuck me. Let's just say I learned my lesson and if anything, it just fires my motivation to get out of here even more.

Liam...

That makes my fucking head hurt.

I want to know how the hell that chick knew my brother and why the hell I was the only one who knew nothing about the subject. Obviously, someone is hiding some shit from me and that person is Harry.

There's no way my brother is alive, as much as I hate to say it. He's been missing for nearly three years. If he was alive and knew all of them then that means that he would've met those people after he disappeared. He was always either at home or work when he was still around. There would be no way he'd know all of these people back then.

Unless he met them after he disappeared. That would mean he didn't want to come back home to mom and dad, or even me.

Just thinking about that breaks my heart.

"You awake?" I hear a familiar voice next to me causing my body to tense up. I lay still and keep my eyes closed hoping he won't notice that I've woken up.

"Emera I know you're awake," Blake says from next to me. "Talk to me."

I slouch my shoulders in defeat and readjust myself before opening my eyes quickly recognizing the midnight sky. The first thing I see is that I have a white floral suit jacket laying on top of my body keeping me warm. Almost instantly I grab the jacket with my left hand and rip it off of my body and throw it on the floor of the car. I don't care if I'm still in my dress right now or not, I'm not keeping that on my body.

As I look at my surroundings, I also happen to notice that I am in an unfamiliar car. The interior is completely black and white and there is a large screen in front of me. I turn my head and look over to my left to see Blake driving, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his thigh.

"There's nothing to say." I force out of my mouth, trying to move my jaw the least I can.

I did not miss this feeling but at least I know exactly what to do to cover it up and mask it. I definitely don't remember feeling this shitty though.

"Yes, there is, talk to me." He says again.

I bring my hand up and brush my hair out of my face. If he's going to keep talking to me I might as well try to get some answers out of him.