Episode 31:
TAKE ADVANTAGE
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"Please, j-just let me go h-home,"
"I'm trying to apologize you bitch, just – just let me talk to you, explain why I did it."
"I already know why! It's a stupid reason, so just-t – "
I sit in my car, the door slightly open as I listen to the conversation going on outside. I can only recognize one voice, that voice being Fawn. But, I don't know who the other person is, and it's making me anxious watching him talk to her.
He's old, older than me, probably in his late twenties, early thirties, but he talks to Fawn as though he's known her his whole life. His whole, long, life. And what he says, that's what's even more frightening.
I've contemplated leaving this car and storming over to her, to them. But, I've decided to keep put and listen to this, it might be valuable to know about. Besides, if I left the car, she would know I'd been eavesdropping, and that wouldn't be any good. I guess I'll just wait until the conversation ends, and Fawn is inside to get out of the car.
"Just let me explain, why I was drunk, why I went back to my old ways." the man's voice is pleading, but Fawn is having none of it.
"Emerson, I spent all day looking for apartments with you. N-Nice, affordable, apartments, that are more than complimentary of what y-you need at this point in your l-life. I don't understand, why after this emotionally neutral day, you w-want to jump right back into the turmoil of that n-night, Emerson."
Emerson?
Wait.
I ignore what they were saying as I open the door, and step out into the biting wind. Slamming the same door behind me.
"You kept me on that sh-short leash, expected m-me to stay by your side, be loyal to you, obey your fucking orders, but Emerson, you are not my goddamn owner! You can't tell me what to do, then get mad at me for not going along with you! If you wanted me to do something that night, there were other ways of convincing me. You d-didn't have to – you didn't h-have to – " tears form in her eyes, and I run towards e pair.
The man's head snaps towards me first, followed by Fawn. She freezes, as her tears run down her cheeks in reflective trails of moisture, the moonlight hitting the high points of her face, giving her an angelic glow despite the somber expression.
She looks like a fucking angel. God.
"Elliott, um – "
"Who are you?" Emerson growls, stepping in front of what must be – his – his sister.
That's gonna take some getting used to.
"He's a friend." Fawn spits, before I can say anything.
"Huh, okay." Emerson says, still staring me down.
"Can you – can you, um, please just go Emerson." Fawn mumbles, which seems to only aggravate Emerson.
"No! We still need to talk!"
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Teen Fiction❝Would it be wrong to think - to think, that I could make you so much happier?❞ Fawn Lockhart and Elliott Mass have never gotten along. The water and oil of people they avoid each other at all costs, and when they do interact it's nothing but petty...
