Note: The relationship Emma and her twin brother shares is no romantic relationship, just two siblings who loves each other dearly.
The figure stepped forward, his voice peering into her face, he leaned in closer, enough to her face, "Robert.""Hart." She muttered under her breath, feeling feverish, "You look good...err..?" "Jason. Maybe, you forgot." He chuckled, not at her, but to himself, "You look well, Emma." He wanted to grab her hand, but another hand swiped his away, and slapped his hands.Ethan managed a wicked smile, pulling his sister aside. "That's enough." He seized Jason up with his incredible long lashes, and turned towards his sister. "Do you know this guy?" His face squished up in disgust.Emma could almost sink between the two gazes of the men, Ugh, why did her brother just has to be anywhere but here?"I am Jason Hart, nice to meet you." Jason offered his hands politely, and luckily, what Emma referred to as a miracle, her brother shook his hand back, quite roughly."Hart? Eh?" Ethan raised an obnoxious brow, his hands crinkling together in their touch. He only chuckled, knowing fully well, the
Emma dripped from the rain, her body shaking agreessively before she let out a whooping cough, she might catch a cold, or even worse a fever. The amount of rain trickled down her hair and down unto her jawline, her heart squeezing in pain."Emma." The voice switched to fury immediately. "I said, get in." His eyes trailed across her body, "You are getting wet, just get in."And, she didn't move, her body fixated to the floor, as she gnashed her teeth, smoke emitting her nostrils, the rain didn't seem to reduce, as it only increased, the rain pouring unto her frail body, her body trembling out of cold,She couldn't move, she tried to say something, but her lips just couldn't, she tried to walk away from the rain, but she just couldn't. Her allergies were coming back, her nightmares were coming back.The door of car squeezed open, and the tall figure stepped out, before hurriedly walking to her, "Emma. Hell, get in, you are soaking wet."The rain drizzled into his well tailored suit, an
Ethan gazed outside the window, studying the rain that drizzled slowly along the window and down unto the floor. Magical, the feeling of rain was magical, but to some, it brought a dread to their heart, the pale feeling that crushed you when the Storm fall through the window, the creeping of the midnight breeze, the torment. It wasn't magical for him, because he spent all the time that rain fell, attending to his sister.Danger, he thought, the bar was lurking with danger. His sister, he tried to think, where was his sister, he knew her condition, his hands brushed against the table in anticipation, his feet tapping underneath the floor, making the table tremble a little, and the glass shaking a bit, causing to beer to spull out.Jason watched him from another angle, before he picked up the glass, and lifted it right above his lips, in a subtle position where his lips could sulk the liquid. "Is everything okay?" He asked, and Ethan turned to look at him with a quizzical expression.H
After what seemed like countless of minutes, Emma fluttered her eye lids open, when she felt the sparkle of the morning sun, she stood up from the bed, hauling the sheet away from her chest, before a sigh escaped her nostrils.She glanced around the wide room, her eyes studying the interior design, for one thing she knew. It wasn't her room, the smell wasn't there, and the feeling that enveloped her was a sort of creepy feeling.she managed to seat up, smacking her brain lightly, she tried to think of what had happened they day before.Blur of memories flushed through her head, scattered, she couldn't find any piece of what had happened.Think.Just damn think, and it dawned on her.Rain,Rain,Rain had fell, her trauma had replayed in her head, and she felt like passing out? She hauled the blanket over to her face, letting out a surpassing shrill yell. Someone had took her into his arms, his chest was broad and his body was warm, so warm, she begged him not to leave.What had gone ov
Walking in the stairs, taking gentle steps at a time was a dashing Emma dressed in a silky white night gown, its collar bone exposed, her face was red, and her lips perked up a lighter shade of pink, as she walked through the stairs, she glanced at the two men who stared at her, with widened eyes, their lips bland.As she stood in front of them, Ethan rushed towards his sister, before he crushed her into a hug, his hands flying towards her hair, moving through and fro down her silky soft hair."It's okay." He stroked it gently, back and forth, letting her silky hair fall into his warm hands. "I am here now." His hug was soft, making her feel the warmth she had been wishing for, the warmth she had been longing for all along,The warmth she had so much wished for yesterday night, she was receiving it now, it was in no sense when she longed for it yesterday, maybe sometimes, what you wished for can suddenly become what you dread.She leaned on the shoulder, her eyes moistening with tears
The sound erupted the room for a brief second, Emma froze, her eyes staring at the woman, before she squinted them gently.She recognized her.Emma freaking recognized the woman.She was the woman that Jason had talked to so happily that day, she remembered, The woman was talking to her son so joyfully, and now she was same woman slapping Jeremy, was something amiss?Violet panted heavily, her chest heaving up a bit in panic. "You bought a Roberts to your house?" Her voice was cold, irrespective of the love she had for her own son, his behavior was outrageous, she had warned him several times to stay away from the Roberts, but, he wouldn't listen."Mother." He was calm, even after getting slapped from his own mother. "Leave."Violet widened her eyes, bobbing her eyes a bit, his voice was cold, she had never seen him act so coldly to her. He respected her, cherished her, and now, he was asking her to leave?She lowered her hand a bit, and that was when she realized that she had slapped
Quickly, the glass on the table fell to the floor, causing the glass to clink to the floor, the cracking voice ringed in both their ears, and an awkward tension rose in the air.It was disturbing, the firm glance of Old Master Hart, the prominent gaze of Jeremy.Old Master Hart gripped the table, his eyes suddenly growing sour. "Are you out of your mind? What are thinking of doing?"Jeremy winced slightly, maybe, he hadn't expected his own grandfather to act in such way, but again, this was Old Master Hart and not some old boring grandfather. This was Old Master Hart, the leader of the Hart family."Grandfather. I swear it was only a joke," He cackled a low nervous laughter, inching away from Old Master Hart's cane that almost flashed towards his face."What stupid joke is that, eh?" It happened so quickly, the cane waving through his face, and an old man chattering his lips in anger. His legs tapping against the floor in pure rage.And, the best option available, he would just leave,
In any word. Emma wouldn't say she hated her brother. Hell, it was the complete opposite, he was neutral, between her hate and like.Her brother, Andrew, had some certain definitions; He was hot tempered. He was arrogant, he was sly, and Emma could never even say when she had liked her brother, even for once. Just pure Nemesis, stuck in the boder line between hate and love.There was a time, she was just nine back then, her hands was fixated around the railing of the stairs, her face hot with fury as she yelled at her twin brother.She had been so angry at him chopping off the head of her doll, her voice was aggressive on him, her hands folded in an annoyed way.He didn't seemed to be the least concerned, as his ears just doubled passed her furious yell, and he gazed down the stairs, his eyes watching the maids who stuttered in their works."Don't you just find our lives amazing?" He turns to look at her, his voice draping with the chills of vanilla ice cream.She did it. She thought