Sex // Emilio Martinez

8

"Why are you scared Scarlett?"

"Because how am I supposed to show love when I grew up in a home without any sort of affection. How am I supposed to show love when every time I've tried it's just fucked me over in the end. I'm not good for you Emilio get that through your head. You're strong and you know who you are you know where you're going in life you have it all figured out. I, I have no fucking clue who I am or where the fuck I'm going; no idea. I feel like I'm walking on an endless fucking road in some place that I don't even know."

"You think I have it all figured out Scar? You have no fucking idea. Yeah I do this YouTube thing but I don't know if I'm going to be doing this forever. I'm getting big now, yeah but fame doesn't last forever. I have no idea where I'm going. I'm just as lost as you are."

"Well at least you're lost and successful. I'm lost and probably going to end up in rehab within the next 5 years."

"Let me fix you." Emilio says looking into Scarlett's eyes.

"Emilio I told you I don't need to be fixed."

"Let me help you fix yourself. We all need a helping hand Scar just let me help you. I know you think I'm going to hurt you. But I'm not. I'm not your dad or your brother or your ex boyfriend or that piece of shit rapist. I'm not like them you have such a good heart and you're so beautiful I can't understand why anyone would do those things to you. I don't ever want to hurt you Scarlett."

Scarlett scoffs and looks at Emilio

"Do you know how many people have told me that and then hurt me."

"I'm not them." Emilio says raising his voice a little to get his point across.

"Can we just go to sleep, I want to go to sleep." Scarlett says uncrossing her legs and standing up from the couch.

Emilio grabs her wrist to make her stay and she groans.

"No not until we figure this out."

"Figure what out Emilio!? There's nothing to figure out!"

"I want to know what we are."

"We fuck! We're fuck buddies, friends with benefits, whatever the fuck you want to call it Emilio! Nothing more!"

"You were just telling me you loved me Scarlett."

"Yeah and now I'm telling you that I don't. All we are is fuck buddies. No strings attached, okay?"

"You know that's not true. You know you feel some way with me, admit Scarlett."

"Fine, yeah, I like you whatever. You make my heart beat a mile a minute when I'm with you. You make me smile like no one has before a good, nice, genuine smile from ear to ear. But all that doesn't change shit Emilio."

"Stop saying that shit."

"What do you want pretty lies and or the brutal fucking truth. Huh?"

"I want you to take your walls down and maybe be honest with yourself Scarlett for once be fucking honest with yourself! Not this whole 'I'm hard I don't need love fuck everyone' act. You and I both know that's not you. Stop self sabotaging every good fucking thing that comes your way!" Emilio says storming off up the stairs.

Scarlett licks her teeth, rolls her eyes and huffs. Truthfully Scarlett really did like Emilio, a lot. She knew he was good for her but her trust issues really just wouldn't let her move forward with anything, thus her self sabotaging. Scarlett didn't think she deserved someone like Emilio. She hated the thought of someone like her being with someone like Emilio, that's what really got to her. Emilio was so innocent, happy, pure, and nice. Scarlett was just Scarlett. She does so many drugs she can't even remember every drug she's taken. She knows that drugs numb pain, they don't heal hearts but Emilio isn't a drug and he could heal her heart but she can't have it broken again. She's so guarded beyond repair and she doesn't think Emilio deserves any of that. She doesn't think Emilio deserves the baggage she comes with; she loves him too much to put him through all her bullshit she comes with. Scarlett tries to open Emilio's door discovering it was locked.

"Fucking asshole." She says under her breath walking back down the stairs to lay on the couch.