**I honestly cried writing this one. HONESTLY. I was SO proud of the ending you don't even understand. YES, the ending. This will be the end. Unless someone gives me an idea of some sort then this is going to be a complete story. I may or may not do a 'What happens after'. *sniff sniff*
Chapter 14
The ability to cry had completely left my being. Instead of crawling up to my bedroom, I laid down on the ground where Vincent's body was before. Nick had carried it out into the House of Wax on Bo's command. I touched the blood stained concrete floor in the basement, letting my head lay against the cold ground next to it.
"Come on," a hard voice said from next to me, I jumped a little because I thought I was alone.
Bo pushed my long hair which was moist with tears out of my face, sticking to it because of the wetness. When I didn't move, he scooped me up into his arms and brought me up into my bedroom upstairs, laying me down on the bed. Limply, I rolled out of his arms and onto the soft blankets. He went to leave the room but I didn't let go of his shirt, making him stop in his place.
Sitting down next to me, he pushed my hair back again, but his voice was a little sharp. "What?"
"Don't go," I begged. "Please."
He laid down next to me, and ran his fingers through my hair like he used to.
"You shouldn't be scared." He mumbled, his voice softer than before but still holding anger.
We sat in silence for a while before he sighed, going to stand up. Fiercely I grabbed his shirt again, pinning him down onto the bed.
"I said don't go," I snapped.
He growled, "And who said you were in charge of me little girl?"
He stood up again and I leapt up after him, pushing him into the wall. As if it were a reflex, he threw me back into the door, holding my arms above my head with his forehead pressed to mine.
"Who the fuck do you think you are," acid dripped from my voice.
His grip on my hands tightened, "I swear to God, I have half of a mind right now to kill you."
"Kill me then," I spat. "I want to see you try."
"You think I won't?" he pushed himself against me harder as I squirmed, trying to knee him in the stomach.
"Get off of me," I tired kneeing him with both of my legs at once but he pushed his hips even harder, grabbing me by the waist and I wrapped my legs around his.
He began breathing deeply, like he was trying to not cry.
"Bo," I choked, holding back more tears. "Stop it."
A few tears fell down both of our cheeks, he moved his forehead away, the side of his face and mine brushing against each other.
"Bo," I tried moving my head but he held one hand under my butt to hold me up and used the other to make me look at him.
"Bo, you can't do this to me again."
He looked up at me with tear filled eyes and spoke between quiet sobs, "I won't. I promise. Emily I won't."
I could tell that he was doing everything in his power to keep from crying harder.
"Yes you will."
"No I won't." he growled again.
My fingers found their way into his hair, pulling his face closer. I couldn't allow myself to kiss him yet, to release those feelings that I had on hibernation for the past few months, or weeks, or however long it had been. Too long. So long…
That feeling that he used to give me, back at the times when it was good between us.
Far too long…
Before he started treating me like hell.
Way too long…
Before I left him for his brother just to show him I could live without him.
But I couldn't…
Without another thought, I pulled his face to mine, our lips intertwining once again. The salty taste of our mixed tears slipped onto my tongue which was fiercely being wrapped around his. Gasping for air, we both pulled back and I pressed my face into his neck.
"It's been too long since we had this," I mumbled, kissing his collarbone.
He breathed into my hair, "Like old times."