I knew this was horrible, evil even. I had Emma, beautiful Emma, crushed against the wall. I felt her fighting me, tugging my hair, trying to stop me from ravaging her mouth. In the space of a breath, her hands changed from pushing to pulling, her tongue began dancing with mine. Her body, previously crushed against the wall, bowed into me. I wrapped my arms around her, crushing her into flesh instead of brick.
I had wondered more than once what it would be like to kiss her, to run my fingers through her long, blonde tresses. I reached up, that soft silk winding through my fingers, gripping the back of her head to hold her against my mouth. She moaned deep in her throat, giving herself to me completely. I stopped the kiss instantly, grabbed her shoulders and held her an arm's length away. Both of us were heaving, trying to catch our breath.
We were standing about two feet apart when Neal and Milah came bursting through the back door, arms wrapped around each other, lips locked. It took a minute for them to realize they weren't alone. They abruptly pulled apart, their own breathing as heavy as ours had been only moments before.
Neal wiped his mouth. Milah looked at her shoes. "Oh, um, hey," Neal said, and then he giggled. "Whoops. I guess that cat's busted."
I watched him stand there, smiling a little at Emma, like he was some misbehaved child. She walked up to him, her eyes tight with anger. "Bastard." she said, her tone flat with pain, disappointment, and bitterness. She hauled back and hit him square in the face.
"Neal!" Milah cried out, jumping to her lover's defense as blood poured from his nose. Emma stumbled backwards as Milah shoved her out of the way.
"Enjoying your evening, love?" I asked as my girlfriend tried to stem Neal's blood with her scarf. She whipped around to glare, mouth open and ready to tear into me, but she decided to keep quiet. "What? Nothing at all to say? Bloody whore. I should have left you in New York."
Her eyes flashed up again. "Yes, you probably should have. I would've been happier there than here with you. I wanted to be with a musician, not some pretty-boy barfly."
I lurched forward ready to strike her. Emma stopped me, grabbing my arm and tugging, trying to hold me back. I broke away, grabbing Milah by both shoulders and roughly pulling her to face me. I could feel my jaw ticking furiously as I stared into her pale green eyes. I watched as her rebellion ebbed away into cold fear. As I looked at her face, I realized it was inevitable for us to end horribly. Even when I was still playing, she seemed to revel more in the limelight than in me. I shoved her backwards into Neal.
Neal. He had asked Emma to marry him and then treated her this way. She had always been sweet and innocent and kind. I took a step back, not knowing what I would do if I didn't get away from them. Emma grabbed my arm again.
"Killian…" she said, her eyes begging me to walk away.
"You can have her, if you want her, buddy," Neal said softly. "I'm all done."
I felt my fists clench at my sides at his crass words. I looked over at Emma. Her face was the portrait of hurt and shame. How easily he could discard the woman he had pledged to marry. The tears welled up in her eyes. I pried her clinging fingers from my arm, glancing away to glare at Neal. I stalked towards him and slammed him roughly against the brick wall. "You lousy son of a bitch," I snarled at him. His sickening smile faded from his face. His eyes rounded in fear. I wanted to hurt him. I shoved off the wall and walked away.
I looked down at my hand, the ring Neal had given me not three weeks prior shining in the light of the full moon. I slid it off my finger and held it out to Neal. He didn't move a muscle. I refused to look at him, instead keeping my hand held out, waiting for him to take his ring, the promise he made for our future. He refused to take the cursed object from my hand. I dropped it on the ground and walked after Killian.
When I reached the parking lot, I found him planted face first against his car, his foot angrily toeing the gravel at his feet. "Killian," I said softly, not knowing whether man or beast would answer. I reached out to touch him. He shoved back from the car and put his fist through the window, glass flying everywhere.