Finding His Love

Chapter 7 - Gunpoint

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Trent's POV

The devil's play has always been sinistic. Demonic intentions have already corrupted my mind years ago. This play, this game; it's nothing new.

My little baby brother... Travis.

Screw him! He's always found a way to ruin my plans. Whether it be intentionally or not..he ruins everything I've worked hard for. This is nothing new either.

Years and years have past; and I've been such a good big brother to him. I've always looked after him and catered every need and want he desired...but this is how he repays me.

But now it's my turn for payback.

After all, father always used to tell us; 'Never leave business unfinished'.

Idiots they must be if they think I'm here with sincerity. In fact, that word isn't in my dictionary. Winning is, and to win; I must finish what I had started the other night. I wasn't leaving till I made Ember mercilessly scream my name. Again and again.

Finishing the business I started that night isn't all the victory I'll gain; I'll also be getting my sweet vengeance from the betrayal Travis had effortlessly trapped me in. Two birds, one stone. How could I miss?

Finally the time had arrived. Screwing up my chances to win this enmity I hold with my brother wasn't my plan. I will be victorious.

"Don't worry Emmy, I'll be gentle... at first," I snickered to myself, fully confident that my plan will work, "Sorry Travis, but I've won this battle-"

"One spoon of sugar better be enough," a sweet voice echoed into the room, with a bitter tone. Time and time again, I've discovered the reason behind why my little brother had fallen hard for this very pretty girl. I admire my brother's taste in women.

Ember's quite...something special.

"And a side of you," I shamelessly flirt, taking a seat as she bends down slightly to stir the sugar into my coffee. This gave me the perfect view of some sexy cleavage, however; the show ran short as she quickly finished and returned to her seat, taking a sip out of her coffee.

Great! My plan was running smoothly and subtly- not long to go.

"Well you're outta luck," she retorts sourly in her attractive accent, making me grin devilishly. A few moments pass as I collect my thoughts from before; forming sentences that'll hopefully gain a bit of her trust.

"I'm really sorry Emmy," I speak up confidently to fake some meaning into it for her to believe I was really being apologetic breaking the silence, "I really didn't mean to hurt you-"

"Have you ever smashed a glass before?" she blurts out, taking me by surprise. What was she on? Did I give the wrong medication that affected the way she was thinking? If so then, my bad- just kidding, like I even cared about that.

"No?"

"Well looking at the smashed pieces on the ground, do you think saying sorry will put the pieces back together?" she rhetorically asked, as I heard the grave pain in her voice, "Because it doesn't. Saying sorry will not fix everything- so don't ever expect forgiveness from me. Understand?"

And that's when it hit harder than the punches Travis threw that night. For the first time in awhile, I felt a strange emotion that I couldn't recall. From the day us brother's distanced ourselves, I didn't feel any emotion for anyone apart from myself...

Oh god, what have I done?

Ember... she was just a broken girl lingering on the edge. Stupidly, I pushed her over that edge where she unstably stood. Due to my recklessness, this became my fault. Regret was all I felt.