Blood has been spilled. Justice is demanded.
They were never meant to be together. There were secrets and rivalries rendering them distances apart no matter how close they stood. In a world ruled by guns and violence, they found each other, not kno...
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Emilia had decided all on her own that Only You by the Platters was the worst song ever sung in the history of the world.
It had nothing to do with the song per se, and more to do with the fact that the chorus of the song seemed equipped with screams of pain and agony as the verses of the song played out. Each was more agonizing than the last. Every time the song began, it seemed to be accompanied by the sounds of wrenching pain.
Perhaps it was much different now since she knew that it was her boyfriend causing all that pain. It was her Sean who was pulling out nails, teeth, eyelids. Just the thought of it made her want to be sick.
She couldn't even bear to be with Billy downstairs, taking to hiding away in the upstairs bedroom. She had nothing else to do, having caught up with all the things she needed to handle for work. That left her wallowing in her misery all alone.
Was this always to be the risk between them? Closer and closer, then all of a sudden far apart. He would let her in, they would talk, they would kiss, they would make love. After that, he would do something irrevocably stupid and cruel.
She couldn't help but wonder if there was someone out there, in the great big unknown who had it out for them. It always seems as if they weren't meant for happiness, only a moment of joy before it all turns back to shit again.
Emilia looked out the window and she could see the whole neighborhood. A friendly and innocent neighborhood. There was a school nearby, echoing with the sounds of children playing and chasing one another.
Their parents waited for them outside, smiles on their faces as they encouraged their children to do well in school so that they could have a happy and complete life. The family would reunite after a day of studying and learning, hugs all around.
They could be a normal family. A family who only knew love from one another where the only problem would be what movie to watch together that night. A family that didn't have to worry about anyone getting killed, or money getting stolen, or deals being broken.
Emilia reached out, her fingers touching the glass window and tracing outlines of the happy families with their perfect houses and perfect children.
Lucky. She wanted that. She wanted their life, she wanted their problems. She wanted nothing more than to worry about movies or songs or the grades of her children. She wanted a family with Sean's eyes and his hair. She'd be perfectly happy if they were miniature versions of him.
Most of all, she wanted him to be happy. That's all she had ever wanted.
It was hard to accomplish such a thing for him though when there was someone trying to kill him.
Her pain-induced thoughts were interrupted by a knock sounding upon the door.
"Come in," Emilia called out, standing up from her perch by the window, dusting away such hopeless thoughts.
