Cascading Empire

Untitled Part 13

While hugging May, a desire to just start bawling crept up Saphire's heart. This has happened a few times, and every time it made Saphire feel like shit, in all honesty. Saphire continued to cradle the weeping female, before her sobs quieted down and Saphire signaled for Callex who was up the stairs watching the entire scene unfold. ".. Come here and put her in her bed."

If it wasn't for the fact that Saphire had literally no strength in her arms, or not enough to pick up another human being, she would not let Callex touch May in any way at all. Callex was a lot stronger than he looked, seeing how he was in a t-shirt and not in a professional setting and outfit like a suit. His muscles were relaxed but still very obvious and he slowly crept down the stairs, before standing in front of the two and picking May up.

Immediately, Saphire left and did not watch as Callex cradled May in his arms and brought her upstairs.

Eric was bored as hell in the prison, he was criss-crossed in front of the prison door, just humming to himself in the basement with a few injuries here and there as he watched Saphire barge in with a bottle of wine, sitting down and turning her back to him while her long hair draped down the back of the chair. She felt immensely troubled and as she thought back to when May first had those depressing nightmares, she downed a cup.

The male watched in worry as the female kept downing more and more cup, a sigh escaping here and there as her actions began to get more rough. After a couple full glass shots and a lot of sighing, Eric noticed that her shoulders were trembling slightly. Looking a bit closer, he could see that her hands were also shaking and hear that her sighs were getting more and more unstable.

She downed another cup before slamming in down onto the table, shattering the glass entirely and pressing her fist down onto the table, clearly in anger and disappointment. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Eric shouted, seeing little droplets of blood starting to form in her tiny fist on the table. After a few moments of silence, with Eric being shocked from her dangerous actions, Saphire stood up, went to the cabinet right next to her and took out a golden key before throwing it to Eric, who in turn caught it with his left hand.

With this exchange of actions, Saphire had never once looked back at Eric, never meeting his gaze or face. ".. Get out." There was silence, and that meant he didn't take any action. In anger and loss of control, Saphire immediately swiped all the glass off the table, screaming in a fit of anger in her drunk state as she let out a horrified cry.

"I SAID GET OUT!" She yelled. Seeing this, Eric got the key and quickly opened the lock, taking a step out and swearing that he was saw Saphire about to down the entire bottle of alcohol. In a moment of heat, Eric immediately ran to her and knocked the bottle out her hands, shattering the entire glass while she stayed frozen in immense confusion and hurt.

With a careful look at her face, she was red, even when she was tanned it was obvious that she was red from anger and shame. Her face was teary as she turned her face away, her hiccups now more obvious as she knew Eric saw her shameful state. She stood up and turned, her chest heaving in fury as Eric stood helplessly.

In confusion, Eric decided the next best moment was to run to her and prevent her from opening the door.

Without knowing what was happening, Saphire continued crying, grabbing the cold metal handle before a warm embrace enveloped her from behind. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew it was Eric. Eric was the only one put in an open bar cell, so no other prisoner could see this admittedly shameful action of theirs.

In a few seconds of silence, Eric whispered, "I know it's painful to watch someone you love to be in so much pain.." Eric said. Saphire started weeping even more, her breath getting hard to handle as her vision began to get blurry. She was not able to move her arms, as they were trapped in his warm back hug and he could feel her fast heartbeat.

Not feeling any movement or change in emotion, he quickly turned her around, and used his height to his advantage as he hid Saphire into his chest. "Just cry as much as you want. I can't see, and others won't hear. I promise you," He comforted. From those simple words, Saphire's walls immediately broke down as she began scratched at the chest of his shirt, crying out inaudible quiet words as he sobs were getting more painful to listen to.

Squeezing his eyes shut so he wouldn't have to hear the mournful cries of this beautiful woman, he couldn't imagine ever losing his brother, or even Saphire at this point. Saphire clawed pitifully as her actions began to get more soft, before her body gave up and she just was breathing heavily, her eyes closed and tears continuously running down her face.

".. Do you feel better?"

"..."

".. Let's take you to bed."

Just as he took a step, Saphire immediately stopped him, refusing to let go or let him move, ".. A little longer.." She basically begged, with an impatient, little hoarse voice so he did nothing and stood there, sighing as he pressed his chin to the crown of her head, enjoying the brief breeze of roses from her shampoo. They continued to stand hugging at the door, and at some point, she eventually slept in his hug, just wrapping her arms around his waist while peacefully sleeping. Noticing this, Eric peeked downwards and saw her softly breathing, before sighing and resting his arms under her knees, and pulling her up bridal style.

He had never seen anyone cry to hard and so sad, and this made his heart ache in some way.

Eric sighed once again on top of the stairs, looking down at her face which was now relaxed with her eyes a bit swollen and puffy. Examining her face for a while, he leaned inwards and pressed a little kiss on her forehead before whispering, "Good night.."