her hands trembling in her lap. “I can’t live with this guilt anymore,” she continued before letting her head fall forward.
“So that’s your big plan!” I barked, realizing that my hands where now balled into fists.
Diana ’s head shot up and she stared at me, confused. Did she really think she was being noble here?
“So , your grand plan is to waltz into Emily’s hospital room and tell her that she has not only lost her best friend because you are a fucking liar who caused us to break up, but also that she’s lost a whole year of her life?” my voice echoed through the room before silence filled it. We stared at each other, both unable to tear our eyes away in challenge. My heart angrily pounded against my chest.
“I can’t stand there while she thinks we’re still best friends… knowing all the while what I did to her,” she finally said after a few moments.
Of course , it was always about Diana – what she wanted. Never mind the fact that the Emily’s doctor had strictly advised us to let Emily’s memories come back naturally.
“The hell you will! If you feel guilty, then deal with it! You are not going to hurt Emily any more than you already have. You think telling her what happened between us changes anything? Huh?” I demanded as I moved closer to her; now so close to her that her vanilla scent flooded my nostrils, further irritating me.
Her eyes turned from complete despair to a steel y resolve as she looked up at me. “Make up your fucking mind, Adam. One minute you’re mad because I haven’t told her everything; and then the next you’re upset because I want to. Well fuck you, Adam Owens! Just because I have feelings for you doesn’t give you the right to bully me into doing what you want, when you want!” And, with that, she drew herself up off the couch, grabbed her purse and she walked past me headed for the door, almost taking my shoulder with her.
Shocked, I stood rooted to the, spot completely dumbfounded, as she reached for the door and wrenched it open.
“You know… You claimed to have loved me at one point. I thought you would at least try to understand what I am going through. I didn’t just loose a best friend. I also lost you. Guess I’m not the only liar here,” she whispered softly, her hurt and pain evident in her trembling voice.
Unable to respond, I watched her walk through my front door, letting it slam shut behind her. I thought I once loved her, but that was before I realized what she’d done. How could I love someone who deceived me in such a great way? I felt like I never truly knew her. The person I had fallen for was sweet and gentle. She was there for me when my world fell apart. She nursed me back from the brink of darkness, and in the midst of it, I thought I had found love.
For a whole year , we dated. A whole fucking year and I had no idea what she had done that night. How could I ever forgive something like that?
Chapter Six
“Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction.”
~ Criss Jami ~
EMILY
“Do you trust me?” asked the faceless man, barely above a whisper.
“Yes…” I responded immediately, my eyes skimming down his body, coming to rest on the growing bulge in his pants.
“Do want whatever you want with me. Please… just take me!” I responded in frustration.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk Mon amour… you must be patient” he scolded.
Walking to his nightstand, he opened the drawer and pulled out a black, silk scarf. “If you trust me, stand up and turn around.”
I did as he asked.
“Good girl. Now just relax,” he whispered into my ear. His warm breath caressed my neck, causing goose bumps to run up and down my arms. He placed the silk scarf around my eyes, tying it securely behind my head.
“Now , come up on all fours,” his voice was soft, yet
“So that’s your big plan!” I barked, realizing that my hands where now balled into fists.
Diana ’s head shot up and she stared at me, confused. Did she really think she was being noble here?
“So , your grand plan is to waltz into Emily’s hospital room and tell her that she has not only lost her best friend because you are a fucking liar who caused us to break up, but also that she’s lost a whole year of her life?” my voice echoed through the room before silence filled it. We stared at each other, both unable to tear our eyes away in challenge. My heart angrily pounded against my chest.
“I can’t stand there while she thinks we’re still best friends… knowing all the while what I did to her,” she finally said after a few moments.
Of course , it was always about Diana – what she wanted. Never mind the fact that the Emily’s doctor had strictly advised us to let Emily’s memories come back naturally.
“The hell you will! If you feel guilty, then deal with it! You are not going to hurt Emily any more than you already have. You think telling her what happened between us changes anything? Huh?” I demanded as I moved closer to her; now so close to her that her vanilla scent flooded my nostrils, further irritating me.
Her eyes turned from complete despair to a steel y resolve as she looked up at me. “Make up your fucking mind, Adam. One minute you’re mad because I haven’t told her everything; and then the next you’re upset because I want to. Well fuck you, Adam Owens! Just because I have feelings for you doesn’t give you the right to bully me into doing what you want, when you want!” And, with that, she drew herself up off the couch, grabbed her purse and she walked past me headed for the door, almost taking my shoulder with her.
Shocked, I stood rooted to the, spot completely dumbfounded, as she reached for the door and wrenched it open.
“You know… You claimed to have loved me at one point. I thought you would at least try to understand what I am going through. I didn’t just loose a best friend. I also lost you. Guess I’m not the only liar here,” she whispered softly, her hurt and pain evident in her trembling voice.
Unable to respond, I watched her walk through my front door, letting it slam shut behind her. I thought I once loved her, but that was before I realized what she’d done. How could I love someone who deceived me in such a great way? I felt like I never truly knew her. The person I had fallen for was sweet and gentle. She was there for me when my world fell apart. She nursed me back from the brink of darkness, and in the midst of it, I thought I had found love.
For a whole year , we dated. A whole fucking year and I had no idea what she had done that night. How could I ever forgive something like that?
Chapter Six
“Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction.”
~ Criss Jami ~
EMILY
“Do you trust me?” asked the faceless man, barely above a whisper.
“Yes…” I responded immediately, my eyes skimming down his body, coming to rest on the growing bulge in his pants.
“Do want whatever you want with me. Please… just take me!” I responded in frustration.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk Mon amour… you must be patient” he scolded.
Walking to his nightstand, he opened the drawer and pulled out a black, silk scarf. “If you trust me, stand up and turn around.”
I did as he asked.
“Good girl. Now just relax,” he whispered into my ear. His warm breath caressed my neck, causing goose bumps to run up and down my arms. He placed the silk scarf around my eyes, tying it securely behind my head.
“Now , come up on all fours,” his voice was soft, yet
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