"Yeah, it all makes sense now." he got up and I could tell he was mad.

"Are you leaving?"

"No, I'm here. I just.. I can't, I have to stand up. I'm nervous. Go on." he put his hands on hips.

"Okay, I understand. Look, it was a mistake. Also, Alice knows everything and apparently I'm not the only one he's been with. Due to their weird relationship, she's not mad at me. But I've ended it with him and I quit the job, Nick. I didn't want anything to do with him. But then you introduced him as your brother and I realized how much I fucked up. Because I like you. I really, really like you. "

He was breathing heavily but he stayed quiet so I continued.

" And well, after he saw me talking to Alice about him, he grabbed me and started choking me because.. I don't know, he was mad at me for telling everything to Alice. But, I mean, she already knew the majority of the things I have told her. But he was so mad at that moment that-"

" He could've killed you. He could've ended you in a second. You don't know him, he's not okay. " - he cut me off:" You have no idea how lucky you are to be alive. " the tone in his voice was dark and serious. The look on his face made me shiver. God knows what did he go through with Eric.

"I know... It's fucked up. Everything. I'm sorry that all of this happened. I wish I would've never started working at that place."

"So you were his, what? Some kind of side chick?" He was harsh and it hurt.

"Yes, I was his fucking side chick." I hissed. He was really getting on my nerves. Okay, I get it - I'm horrible.

"Fucking shit. Never in a million years would I imagine something like this would be happening to me." he sat down on a small couch opposite of me. He put his elbows on his knees and held his head down between his hands. I hated to see him like this.

I hurt him, I was very aware of that.

I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry.

"Emily, this is way too fucked up." he whispered. His words cut me but I kept my eyes shut :"But can't you see how sorry I am and how much I like you?". No answer.

After a few minutes of silence, I thought he left. I opened my eyes but he was still there, in the same position. Quiet.

I ripped my infusion needle and stood up.

"What are you doing?" he stood up.

I walked over to him:"I'm fine." I smiled: "Let's talk this through." I sat down on the couch and he sat next to me. "Give me a chance. Please. I know this is a rough start but let's move through this. Don't let us down. I don't want to believe that we already went through this shit to go separate ways already. Before we even started anything."

His fingeres caressed the red fingerprints on my neck, the bruises Eric has left on me.

"Look what he's done to you." his eyes were full of tears that were waiting to fall down. I took his hand and pushed it away from my neck: "No, we don't do that. We don't look back, Nick. It's over and I'm okay. We're okay and we're going to be better. You have to belive in that. That's life. Don't let one bad thing stop you from making good memories."

"Yeah. You're fucking right. I'm sorry." he said and pulled me close to him. It felt warm, it felt safe.

We kissed and it felt like I'm in heaven. His kiss made it seem like everything was just a bad dream.

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I know it has been a wild ride but since it's a product of my imagination, there's obviously also a lack of logic and predictability.

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