Break Me

Close To Home

Emilia felt groggy when she woke up. Hearing her phone buzzing she looked at the time and saw it was six in the morning. Groaning as she got up, Emilia awkwardly limped to her clothes and picked up her phone. Feeling exactly where Carter had left his mark, Emilia slid on his shirt and answered the phone with a soft, "Hello?"

Pamela instantly got angry, "Where are you?" Emilia looked around Carter's art studio, "A friend invited me to stay with their family for Christmas. What's up?" Pamela soured even more, "Well you didn't spend Christmas with us, like you should have, and you didn't even call!" Emilia let out a groan. Yeah she hadn't called home to get another, worse, guilt trip from her family.

So freaking what?

"Sorry momma I was on a farm all day and when I got home I immediately crashed." Emilia heard nothing for awhile but then her mother weirdly said, "Home is it?" Emilia started to correct herself but then she realized she hadn't blundered. Home was where the heart was and she loved Carter. He had her heart.

She loved his family. So yeah here, in Dublin with them taking care of her, being there for her, and her for them, was home.

Unlike the sub 0 household where a belligerent tyrant got the final and only say in what goes.

Emilia was the one who stayed silent this time and Pamela could feel the Great Wall of China sized gap between her and her daughter. It broke her heart and she couldn't bear it. After a bland conversation both hung up and Pamela was left in tears. Sniffling she called her eldest and whined to him about her daughter's distant. Julian could hear how lonely and sad his mother was.

Emilia had been her sole company and now she was left with just Marisol and Ernesto. Marisol while a great friend wasn't family and didn't have the obligation to just sit and talk like her daughter. And Ernesto preferred the company of a bottle of whiskey and a game on the TV.

Both were no help to the lonely woman.

Emilia felt off too, she hated how her and her mother had left things. She tried to call her back to apologize, to explain, but the call went to voicemail. Sighing Emilia turned and smiled when Carter grinned at her, "We have a week left before school starts darling. I'm determined for this to be the best week."

Emilia was then layered up in a cute black pink outfit, and pushed out of the house. Soon her and Carter were ice skating, eating hot soup in a cafe, and shopping in the few open boutiques.

The day was full of personal selfies and hot steamy kisses to brace against the cold. When they were heading back to his place later in the day, Emilia asked him to stop at a store and he did.

As he sat in the car listening to the radio, Emilia was hunting for junk food and things to cook. Carter was a master in a lot of things, but cooking he fell short. With his time at his Uncle's bar, he was able to make somethings without burning down his place. But he didn't have the capability of making a meal without f*****g up something.

Emilia was grabbing a chocolate bar, when someone made a noise of disgust. Looking up she saw two women with fake hair, nails, and ugly sneers on their heavily made faces. Both observed her with a look of hostility and Emilia immediately got nervous. She didn't want any trouble so she quickly grabbed the chocolate and started for the register. When she was on her way out, one of them bumped into her and she apologized.

The girl flipped her neon blue hair and sneered, "You should be sorry you disgusting American!" Emilia jerked back, "Um, I bumped you not football tackled you. It's called an accident, kind of like your birth. Puta." Emilia started to leave but the girl grabbed her wrist hard, "You don't deserve him! He's Irish royalty and you're nothing but a common w***e who weasled her way in!"

Emilia pulled her wrist from the girl and pushed her back, "Look you crazy b***h, I don't know who you're referring to or what you're tweeking on but I deserve everything I have!" The girl snorted, "Please, MacRieve deserves a queen and you're nothing but a peasant!" The girl swung to hit Emilia in the face, but Emilia ducked the blow and hit the girl in the gut. 'Thank god for Julian teaching me how to fight.' Emilia thought.

Grabbing her stuff, Emilia quickly ran out of the store into Carter's arms. "Hey baby you okay?" Emilia looked back at the girl who was being helped by her friend. Carter looked at them confused before pulling his woman away quickly, "Did they hurt you?" Emilia shook her head, "No, I'm good."

Emilia looked to Carter, "Did you know them?" Carter shook his head, "No." The ride to his place was silent and there seemed to be a heavy silence in the air. They had, had a good day and now it seemed to be tarnished by the unprompted attack at the convenience store. When they got to his place, Carter called his cousin furious but Aidan was no help. "They all know you so of course they know you're with someone. And since you're standing is high, it's a big f*****g deal cousin."

Carter said more cuss words in a sentence than he had in his entire life, which Aidan took seriously. He promised to tell everyone to cool it, but he reminded his cousin those three months were over after New Years.

Which stressed Carter out even more.

When he hung up he saw his woman sitting in his shorts and her little shorts looking at him concerned, "Carter what's wrong?" Carter licked his lips, "It's nothing darling, I just...I wanted to see if someone knew who they were and could get them to f**k off. He did and he will." Emilia's face wasn't relieved though. Instead she looked even more concerned and made her way up to his apartment. Carter followed her and softly asked, "What's wrong?"

Emilia looked to her boyfriend and admitted, "I know about your past Carter. It doesn't bother or worry me because we all do. What worries me is you don't want to talk about it, and there are people who keep trying to use it against you. Against us." Emilia looked down and mumbled, "I won't ask you what you did. Or even try to guess because I know it was at a time when your life was hard, losing your mom. Your grandmother. I know you loved them. I just...I want you to trust me."

Carter rushed to his woman, "I do trust you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone else in my life. And I will tell you everything...I'm just used to people looking at me differently when they hear the truth." Emilia looked at Carter hurt, "Haven't I proved to you that I am nothing like anyone else?" Carter slowly nodded, "You have. That's why I don't want to lose you. Ever." Emilia smiled widely and cuddled up to his chest gently, "You won't."

Carter wanted to believe that, he wanted to think that Emilia would be okay with the truth. "Do you know a MacRieve?" Carter looked down at her in fear, "Who?" Emilia shrugged, "I don't know. I think that girl was on something. She thought I was with a MacRieve and kept saying I wasn't worthy of him. That he was Irish royalty. I hadn't known the name, so I thought you might."

Carter quickly shook his head, "I don't."

It was a lie though. He was a liar.

And soon the closet of his skeletons would burst open.