"Hell to the,Hell.No!" Eli practically Growled "Not when That Shit. Happened! Are you okay they didn't touch you did they!?" His concern was through the roof at this point. I smiled at his immediate worry, "I'm fine."
I said in a tired tone "Are you a hundred percent sure?!" He checked me again. I sighed "El, I'm okay I'm one thousand percent sure. I wasn't harmed." He sighed in immediate relief.
"You're still not going to Tiffany's party." My eyes snapped back open. Thomas and Toby are waiting for me to step out of the changing area in the store. Us leaving the mall felt nerve racking, but they both tried their best to make me comfortable again.
'Sam, alright in there!' I hear
I turned back "Yes! Just a minute!"
"Eli please, don't do this!"
I turned back to my phone holding it with a grip.
"Sam do you realize just what could happen at a party? you aren't going, I'm not about to continue this conversation with you about this."
My call ends
"Eli.. Eli!?" He ended the call.
I try calling him back but then stop hearing Thomas' voice on the other side.
"Hello."
Damn! I look out the curtain, Thomas' phone to his ear after picking up.
" Eli what's up?, Take her to Sebastian? Alright no party , I got it, I get that...alright"
He got off the phone,then.
"Sam, you can stop changing, Eli called me, Don't try to fight me. I'm taking you to Sebastian's house."
Damn....
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Emerson's Pov
I had been kneeling for a few minutes. My tears had subsided from the numbness in my knees over raw rice.
I knew I shouldn't have asked to go to that party. Nearly all my feelings in my knees were numb.
“Emerson, stand up.” Finally Sebastian's voice was sat at the dining table. I finally got up and rubbed the rice up into a pile, getting it up with the broom and dust pan.
I cleaned up as Sebastian watched my every move until I was sitting in his lap, facing him, legs on either side, lying on his thighs.
I sniffed as he pulled me against his chest, my puffy eyes closed and watery from crying.
He hasn't said anything since I had put my head on his chest. His hands caressing my back in a motion, his chin on top of my head.
He sighed as I kept my ear against him hearing his heartbeat.
For a while we stayed like this ,until eventually I'd broken the silence.
“....I'm sorry” my words slipped past my lips.
“Don't be sorry, just stop doing what you know I wouldn't allow.”
For a few minutes we were quite again until he broke the silence this time..
“I got off the phone with Thomas. Then with Eli ”
I looked back up at him “what?,” He looked at me “And?” “you know how Samantha was with them,right. ”
I nodded “Well during Samantha's shopping with them, someone was being a creep stock on them, so now-”
My eyes widened and I cut him off immediately, getting pissed “Who was the guy/ girl!?”
“Don't worry love, That person's already in handcuffs. and on their way to jail” I sighed as he immediately cut out my angered worry by quickly replying.
“So she'll be coming here, missing out on the party you wanted to go on with her, Eli’s wanting me to babysit.”
He quickly gripped my chin as I sighed
“But I don't want you mentioning any of this to her or what we've discussed about it, okay it's past tense.”
He gives me a strict serious look that said ‘I’m not joking I'm dead ass serious‘
I nearly gulped…Almost.
“Alright let's go put some ointment on those knees, hm? Then you want cuddles until Sam comes around?” he asked
I smiled instantly when he asked me and nodded my head.
“Verbally, little girl.”
“Yes sir.”
I correct myself and he holds me up as I wrap my arms around ,my legs still on either side of him.
In the bathroom he sits me down on the counter then gets out the smoothing ointment from the cabinet.
He gently and carefully puts it on my knees as I sit patiently , hissing slightly through the stinging pain.
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Mrs Emerson Michaels
FanfictionA year into their relationship of marriage Emerson, and Sebastian have never been even more meant for each other then of now. SURE Emerson can be a bit of a quote 'badass wifu' as in of doing things she knows she's not suppose to, and a tan on her...
