Emerson Pierce didn't want love, she wanted to be loved. And nobody understood how entirely different that was like Dante DeVanna. From found family and vulnerability to heartbreak and death, join Emerson and Dante on their journey to revenge and pe...
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"EMMI!" Eloise's head poked over the railing, her face a mirror of terror. I'm sure watching your best friend fly over a roof railing will have that effect huh?
I winced slightly, my hand turning a dark red from holding onto said railing, my other hand clasped round the wrist of my attempted killer. Looking down at him, he was looking at me.
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, that through ones eyes their deepest and darkest desires and temptations can be poked and prodded. If that was the case, then this man... this stranger, depicted the perfect picture of hatred. His scowl did nothing but display his disdain, like I was nothing but a pebble in his shoe.
I'd like to say that, that look made no effect... but I feel like we all say that. We would all like to believe that something and trivial as a dirty look from a stranger means nothing. But it was the fact that the look reminded me of something, or more specifically someone.
My father shared that same look more times than I would care to admit. Someone who was supposed to love me unconditionally, shower me with nothing but care and treat me like a person worth a place in the world ruined to a power- hungry dictator in his only daughters mind.
I wasn't a person, I was a weapon. Something to shape and wield. This man reminded me of him, this expression of hatred and disappointment reminded me of him. In a way, I'm thankful. Thankful that he made me as strong as I am.
But as a child? A child having watched her own mother be mercilessly murdered infront of her...
I didn't need to be strong, I needed to be safe.
"Em?!" Elle yelled again, relief shedding through like small rays of light. My gaze flicked from the guy's, and the eyes I didn't know were watering faced Eloise's.
"Yeah, I'm ok." I said back, straining my voice to mimic the emotion I just claimed to possess. "Pull us up! We'll bring him for questioning." I removed my stare from Elle to his when I said the last but, and his eyes changed to that of nervousness.
He knew something.
And before Elle's hand even brushed my own, he pulled himself up and bit deep into my wrist. A harsh wince seethed through my teeth as my hand loosened. He dropped. I let go of him, and watched as his body plummeted to the ground below.
And I stayed looking down, watching a pool of blood seep from his body, until the voices from above slowly started tuning back in.
"Noah?" I said with a shake of my head, making out his face over the railing.
"Yeah, come on. You can't just hang there all day, we got some people for you to intimidate." He said, climbing over the railing carefully. When he was nearby, he leeched his fingers where mine held on and moved them so that I was gripped onto his hand.
