Break Me

Date Night

Weeks later the fair was in town. Carter bought them tickets and dragged her along. She had eagerly gone, just for the food and promise of a stuffed animal. So her and Carter walked hand and hand through the booths, ate funnel cakes and candy apples. Roade roller coasters and kissed on the ferris wheel. He won her a ginormous bear at the bottle toss and then they headed to diner.

They had been sitting in the booth chatting when the waitress walked over. She stood at a good five' ten. She was a brunette, with crystal blue eyes, and pouty pink lips. One thing to also say was her rack was enormous, popping out like to luscious white watermelons, her double d's popped out proudly. Popping her gum she looked at them annoyed, "Hi, I'm Betsy your waitress, y'all know...wait hey I know you!" Carter looked up at her, "I'm sorry?" Betsy nodded, "Ain't you The Old Man's kid?" Carter looked at the girl with confusion. "I'm sorry I think you might got me confused with someone else, I don't know my father."

Betsy squinted at Carter before shrugging, "Yeah maybe. Well what y'all having?" Emilia ordered a burger, fries, and a milkshake and Carter went the same route. As they ate, they talked about classes and the new art exhibition they're bringing to town.

"So have you decided on what do about your family?" Emilia sighed as she sipped her chocolate milk shake. She had received a lot of angry calls from her father after she followed through on her promise on calling Javier and telling him no.

Javier had been less than please of course.

"Okay at first this playing hard thing was cute, but I get more ass than toilets little girl. You just said f**k off to your meal ticket." Emilia looked at the phone in complete disgust, "No I just dodged twenty diseases unknown to science." Hanging up the phone Emilia blocked the asshole and called it that.

But of course, her father called later to raise hell about her making Javier angry. Upsetting him when he had already been tolerating her attitude. Ernesto had tried to demand Emilia to apologize to Javier. But she refused.

She refused to lower herself down to apologize to the douchebag who thought she should have been grateful that he had wanted her as his trophy wife. That she should have broken her neck giving him blow jobs so she could dress in prada.

When she gave the same colorful description to her father he passed out. She could have sworn she had heard brother's chortling with her using crude language, but it caused their father to go face first into the couch.

After that conversation her father was stuck.

"I don't know. They've ruled and bossed me around my entire life and now, they expect me to fail. Maybe because they had been so sure they had set me up to fail on my own. Made me so dependent on them I wouldn't know what to do without them. But now that I do, they can't handle it."

Carter nodded, "So take it one step out of time. You won't have to think on it too hard until Christmas break." Emilia groaned, "I'd rather not go!" Carter nodded, "Well it's months away, you might change your mind on that."

Emilia doubted it but they dropped it. Emilia sighed and looked up seeing Cindy jumping out of someone's car. She rushed in and ran to the counter. The guy walked to her and listened to her talk before handing her a take out bag. When she paid for it, she looked up and met the couples gaze before running outside and jumping in the car. Whoever they were pulled off and Emilia shook off the chill that crept up her spine.

Carter was looking at the time on the wall and Emilia stared at him concerned, "You okay?" Carter nodded, "Yeah, just a little...I don't know. Everything lately." Carter nodded in understanding and smiled at his woman, "Well let, beautiful, strong, amazing, and f*****g incredible be on the list. The very top actually."

Emilia smiled and then suddenly the door opened. Out of the corner of his eye, Carter saw Aidan coming in and going straight into the bathroom. Getting up he told Emilia he'd be back and followed his cousin. Aidan smiled at his cousin when he walked into the bathroom flustered, "When I said don't come by house it was so my girl wouldn't see. You interrupting our dates isn't okay either. "

Aidan nodded, "But you don't want to draw attention because you know it'd spike questions." Carter calmed down and Aidan smirked before leaning against the wall. The family is getting antsy with your...distance."

Carter licked his lips, "Things have changed, I'm..." Aidan nodded, " I can see that. And the old man has to, he has told everyone to let up on you. For now..." Carter didn't like the way that sounded. Aiden grinned at his cousin's face, "Well keep your eyes peeled younger cousin. And even though he ain't no kin to us, we thought you might want to know," Carter perked up and Aidan informed him, "Your cousin, Marcellus, he's not doing to good. I saw him at a shelter a few days back and people have seen him dumpster diving."

Carter sighed, Marcellus had been out on his own for a month now. With the school board revoking his scholarship and nowhere to work or sleep, he hadn't been seen. Great something else on Carter's conscious.

Aidan yawned and straightened up, "Well see you around cousin." When Aidan walked out of the bathroom it was when he alone that a cold panic set in. He knew the Old Man would patiently wait, but as for the rest of the crew? Not so much.

Walking back to his woman, Carter shook off his tension and instead Emilia. He took her back to his place and as they laid in his bed he couldn't stop the idea he had been playing with.

"Babe...what did you hate the most about your father?" Emilia looked at Carter confused but whispered, "He never let me be me. He didn't accept faults and quirks, he hated everything he didn't program into me."

Carter stroked her hair gently, "I'm sorry love, in case it matters, I think you're perfect." Emilia snorted, "Far from it." Carter kissed her sweetly and hummed as she fell asleep. Carter stayed awake, mind moving at a constant high speed. He was running out of time, and s**t was about to hit the fan.

Pulling from Emilia gently, Carter walked over into his bathroom. Going into the towel closet, Carter sat on the floor and lifted the floor board. Pulling out the black wooden box with the Trinity symbol carved on the front.

Opening the box, Carter slowly grabbed the pistol, still shiny and polished from the last time he had cleaned it. Swallowing hard, Carter picked up the Trinity necklace. The cold steel in his fingers reminding him of a time when just picking it up filled him with a dangerous rush.

It was dark and a part of himself he had long pushed down. When his life started to look like the one his mother had wanted for him. A college degree, a good job, and a nice girl. But there was also the life he wanted for himself, the life he had fit into and liked.

The one his father had wanted for him.