Two Roads, One Heart (ON HOLD.)

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

*Emily*

The sound of the blaring alarm clock awoke me from my deep slumber. I lifted my head from my pillow to look at the time. It was 5:00 a.m., too early for me to be up at this time. But then again, if I wanted to look my best for my first day at work, it had to happen. Although...I could sleep in just a little longer; I was so nervous the night before I barely got three hours of sleep in.

No, don't do it, I scold myself. Get up.

I thought I was uneasy last night, but I've proven myself to be wrong and am a wreck this morning. Today's the day. My first real day at life outside of college. All I did the past four years was study. And work. And study again. I worked at a little diner to pay off my bills and school loans, but that's probably as outside of my safehouse at college that I could get. I had friends, or a friend, but we only ever talked occasionally at the local coffee shop, and I didn't get more social than that. But I had no intentions of communicating with anyone unless I absolutely had to. My goal was to finish college with no distractions, and I sure did accomplish that.

Now, I feel out of place, awkward. I got a job as an intern at a high law firm in New York. Knowing everyone was key to getting around safely there, meaning I'd have to talk to a lot more people than I anticipated. I'm never going to get around comfortably. Now that I actually want to make friends, I dont remember how to do it. Serves me right for being a social outcast in college.

But it was a job, a very well-paying job. Not only did I need it, but it was a very communicative occupation. It definitely suited my needs.

As I contemplated my feelings toward the approaching day, I hopped into the shower. I lathered up and cleansed myself head-to-toe while speculating what to say to anyone who wanted to start a conversation with me. I was confused, nervous even. I didn't want to make a bad impression.

After a few minutes I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, drying off in front if the mirror. As I looked at myself, I began to worry. One of my biggest fears, one that I've been made fun of for countless times is...men. Yes, you heard me right, men. A man. No woman has even the slightest anxiety close to mine as I do towards this fear, and that's why I'm afraid. The first time I ever associated with a man, or rather at the time a boy, was back in nursery school. It lasted up until the peak of high school, where it soon became my last time.

It was Him. The boy of my dreams as far as I was concerned. He caused me the stress and hardships I had to endure that stopped me from wanting to ever pursue a relationship again. He kissed me in elementary school, and told me He loved me in junior high. I believed in love at first sight, and as a child that was a huge deal. I only saw myself with Him. As high school came around He filled me up with promises of marriage and a big, beautiful family. The promises went on as well as the affection. That is, until that night. That one night at Jessica's party. I wasn't new to the party scene; in fact was as wild as a high school girl could get.

That one night, I told Him I loved him, but in a way that I never had before. It poured out of me, my feelings of love for Him. After a while of dancing, a distraction hit and I left for the bathroom. He had other ideas. I came back and found him nowhere to be seen, until I walked down the hall, to the right and through the third door on the left. I still remember to this day His exact whereabouts. There He was, with Jessica herself, sharing the bed in a way He promised to share it with me when that special day would come. I knew from then on it would never come. That night, I stopped looking for someone to love. That night started my phobia of men. It even began my transition of being a people-person to not socializing with anyone at all. I was devastated.

I came back from my flashback with tears streaming down my cheeks. I wiped them away and looked into the mirror at what had caused the memories to return. I had changed. I wasn't the wild teenager back in high school with the caked-on makeup and crazy colors in her hair. I was different--sophisticated. My damaged, multi-colored hair had returned to its original auburn tones, and this time it flowed past my shoulders in long and elegant ringlets. My green eyes were no longer foggy or hazed, they sparkled with excitement. My face had lost its baby fat and had developed into the perfect frame that any girl would be jealous to have. I hated to admit it, but I was beautiful. And I was scared to death that men would approach me today. College was easy, because I had a goal to accomplish and could easily make up an excuse not to go out. Now, I have nothing. Nothing to distract me from the world. I have to face it head-on, or I will not make it.

After deciding to not put on makeup, I brushed my hair and got dressed with plenty of time to spare. I casually walked downstairs and ate my usual breakfast: cereal and orange juice. As soon as I finished I grabbed my car keys and headed out the door. I drove a bit slower than usual due to my early timing. When I arrived at my destination I was still unsatisfied with the time. I sucked it up anyway and parked the car, getting out leisurely. As soon as my feet hit the concrete, the nerves started up again. I ended up walking quickly and carelessly up to the doors of the building out of agitation. Before I could even open the door, a tall man with a shaved head and creepy goatee welcomed me inside. Great, I thought. The first person I meet is a man. From that moment on, I was terrified.

The man introduced himself as Charles. He stretched out his hand and at first I winced, but grudgingly shook it as I wanted to make a good impression. I politely told him my name. He walked me down the hall telling me how the firm works. I barely paid attention, too busy thinking about how I could make a good imoression. We finally reached a set of double doors at the end of the corridor.

"Miss Emily, a very helpful man is right through these doors. He is our most valuable employee and for good reason. The boss isn't here today, but your welcome to ask Mr. Meyers in there anything you need to know. In the meantime, I'll be in the front where you came in. I'm off. "

"Wait, Charles, did you say Mr. Meyers?" I asked questionably. But he was gone. It's probably just someone else, I told myself, Meyers is a popular name. I turned to the massive double doors in front of me and put my hand on the doorknob. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door quietly. There, in front of me was a giant chair with it's back to me. I spoke quietly, "Excuse me? Mr. Meyers? I'm Emily Dane, I was told to see you?"

"Emily?" A familiar voice came from behind the chair. It swiveled around quickly and I became face to face with someone who scarred me indefinitly many years ago. It took all I had not to scream and start bawling eyes out.

It was Him. It was Mason.

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