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"Wow, I can't believe you love him," Sara said taking a sip of her beer.
After Emily's confession at the end of shift, the three of them went out for drinks. All three of them now sat on metal barstools, starring at a mirrored wall opposite them, thinking about whatever came to mind. Emily was enjoying the quietness, along with the company of friends. She smiled feeling relived by getting that off her chest, but also fear was forming know that she herself stated out loud that she loved the man, who had been nothing but a jerk to her since she arrived in Vegas almost a month ago.
"I'm an idiot," Emily said tracing her finger around her glass in front of her.
"No you're not," Catherine said turning to look at the young woman beside her.
"Yes I am, I'm in love with someone who is rude to me, yells and teases me almost twenty four seven," Emily argued, "But that's nothing new."
"What was that?" Sara asked from the other side,
Emily was quiet for a few moments before she began to explain her situation to her friends.
Flashback
"Can I open my eyes yet?" an almost 19 year old, Emily Clark asked her boyfriend of a year as they climbed up a set of stairs.
"Almost honey, just hold on, where almost there," Adam Long explained as he lead her carefully.
Once they reached the top of the stairs, he led her down a long hallway before opening a heavy wooden door, which lead to their shared apartment in Decorah, Iowa.
"Okay, ready?" Adam asked as he pulled on the blindfold covering his girlfriends eyes, "Surprise, happy nineteenth birthday!"
Emily erupted in screams as she jumped into Adam's waiting open arms, wrapping her legs around her waist. She thanked him over and over again as he began kissing her.
"Well let's hear something," he said placing her back on the ground.
Emily smiled with excitement as she ran over to her black Steinway piano, which sat in front of the bay of windows which looked out over their college campus. Sitting down on the cushioned black bench, Emily placed her fingers on the white keys in front of her, closed her eyes and began to play.
A month later
"Get out," Adam said leaning against the doorway that lead into their bedroom.
"What?" Emily asked utterly confused, as she sat on the couch reading a chemistry book.
"I said get out of my apartment. Pack your things and go," he stated walking towards her.
"Adam, what are you talking about?" Emily asked again, rising from the coach setting her book down.
"Listen Emily, you don't leave, things get messy," he whispered holding onto her shoulders.
She began to feel uneasy as she looked into his eyes. Emily pulled away from him and ran for their room. Pulling her clothes out of the drawers of her dresser she threw them into her open blue suitcase. Grabbing her purse on the way out of the room she headed to the door. She planned to go to her friend Nikki's until this little fight blew over but Adam's voice was heard loudly behind her.
"You know I never loved you Emily," Adam called as she turned to face him, "It was all just an act. I just needed some help writing a piece."
He held up a pile of papers, which was covered in little black notes that bounced along the paper. In the upper right corner her name was printed neatly, along with the title of the piece.
"You're stealing my music?" she asked not believing what was happening.
"Yeah, I mean I could never write anything like this. It's amazing," he replied scanning his eyes over the paper, "But with this I'll be rich. I just got to change the name."
He quickly erased Emily Clark and replaced it with Adam Long.
"Yeah, I realized that this was going to go nowhere until I bought you that beautiful piano. You never could write anything while we were at school,"
Tears began to form In her eyes, for she knew she could never stop him. He was too strong for her. Turning quickly she left, slamming the door behind her.
"I trusted him. I loved him. He was everything I could have asked for. Cute, funny and he loved music, just like me," Emily sighed taking a sip of her drink, "To bad it turns out he was nothing but a criminal and a liar."
"What happened to the song?" Catherine asked, leaning in to hear.
"He published it, and made millions. Orchestras all over the world are playing my song," Emily said smiling sadly.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Sara asked.
"No one was going to believe me. Not even my professors," Emily continued, "They loved Adam, he was a teacher's pet. They trusted him too."
They sat in silence for a few moments before Sara asked another question.
"Do you still play…music?" Sara asked.
"No…I gave that up when I left Adam," Emily sadly stated fighting back tears, "It hurt too much, because it made me think of him, and I loved him…Then I picked up chemistry and criminology, and that was my new thing, my new life."
"So, when you fell for Greg, you where afraid that he would hurt you like Adam did, take advantage of you?" Catherine asked.
Emily nodded before answering.
"I want so badly to trust again. To love someone, but I'm scared. And I know I love Greg, I know that feeling, but how do I know he truly loves me?"
"What if he teases you because he's scared too….that he feels something for you…or loves you…?" Sara answered.
"I wish that was the case, but truly I don't think I can trust someone who treats me like that," Emily said grabbing her bag and climbing off her stool, "I just can't."
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