- ̗̀ b a b e // 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 !

  her gaze lingered on his for a moment, and her heart strings were breaking all over again. it made her throat tighten, it made her want to reach out and touch him, to fall into this game of repeat all over again. but loving adam, and being hurt by adam, were both catastrophic events in bella’s life. he was capable of destroying her, in ways she would never allow anyone else to be able. “hey!” her voice is sharp, brown hues glaring back to meet his gaze. if looks could kill, that boy would have been a goner. “don’t talk to him like that.” she defends the other, because he’s sweet -- because he treats her right -- because despite the fact she may not love him yet, she could. and he loved her now, and that’s what mattered. she strained her gaze elsewhere, refusing to give in to looking at him for too long, afraid of what her heart might do. -- the struggling life of an empath. his words caused her brows to furrow, glossing over with tears before she blinked them back strongly, and swallowed the lump in her throat. “what? because i love you, adam? because loving you, and bringing you here would have been so much better? you said it yourself -- you don’t want to be with me.” she takes a breath, softly putting her hand on his wrist, and removing it from her face. “he does.” tucking dark locks behind her ear, her gaze is absorbing his features now, face continuing to furrow, and a confused expression processing through her stare. “oh my god -- you’re high.” she let out a scoff, ruffling through her locks anxiously. “i can’t do this - ican’t -- do this again with you. i can’t keep having the same argument!” 

the parking lot was empty, for the most part -- everyone was inside. and those that were wondering the streets? were too drunk out of their mind to realize what was about to happen, or puking in the bushes off sight of the house. opening the car door for her, zach waits until she enters the vehicle, before shutting it and climbing into the drivers side. he’s starting the car, one hand on the wheel and the other delicately tracing down her features, his thumb padding down the lower of lip slowly. “i want you, mara.” the words weren’t sweet, they weren’t meant to be either. they were demanding, and dominating, pushing her towards doing what he said, and fulfilling that promise of hers. “i want my cock in your mouth -- now.” his hand is unbuckling his pants, removing the belt and tossing it on the ground, as he attempts to keep his gaze on the road. it would be easy to find a secluded spot for the two of them, this area had a lot of subdivisions that were meant to be built -- but ran out of money halfway through construction. which meant lots of empty lots, back-roads, and places to get lost. his smirk widens, brows quirking with a grin. "c'mon, i thought you wanted to do anything, mars."  

  the pounding in her chest was consistent, she could feel her heart trying to swim, but sinking by the weight of his words ---- this man was an anchor. and one day, she knew that she would drown, trying to love him, and all of his edges. but she couldn’t WALK AWAY - she couldn’t ; not when she LOVED him, so much. dark hues flicker down to their hands, but mostly to his, and how it softly wraps around her wrist sweetly, opposed to moments before when his grasp blackened and bruised her dainty flesh.  ❝ th-then i don’t want to leave.. ❞ her voice is soft, how it almost always is with the other. he needed help -- his mood swings would destroy him, she couldn’t just leave to watch him kill himself.  ❝ c-can we please wrap y-your hand? please baby --- i would f-feel so much better. ❞

ADAM : lolol did you think it was another catfish?  ADAM : it’s hard to focus on what you’re saying  ADAM : when you’re making that face lol  ADAM : but it’s awesome, your voice has always been incredible.  ADAM : my performance is playing tonight at the live lounge  ADAM : ‘round 8PM EST if you wanna’ check it out  ADAM : you could come over, fuzzy blankets provided. 

ADAM : it’s an a-okay for me ! ADAM : no seriously it’s dope  ADAM : you should be proud 

she doesn’t appreciate his laughter, but a smile crept into her features like the next person waiting behind a dark corner to jump out at them. “how is fearing for my life adora---” someone else jumps out, and she swerves around to vincent’s left, bouncing behind his other arm and burying her face in his shoulder. “adorable?!” she finished the sentence with a muffled groan, peeking over the sleeve of his hoodie to what was in front of them. “okay, i don’t like this place - i wanna’ go back - which way is the exit.” her fingertips unknowingly laced with his, just so he couldn’t run off and leave her. “why do you like to watch me suffer?” 

AMANDA : you’re always cute. AMANDA : & idk i have to be home by midnight  AMANDA : but i put together this really cool costume  AMANDA : i’m sandy from grease! like the wig?

it’s easy to feel dumbfounded by his emotions, or lack there of. what was he supposed to say to her? that he didn’t think it was a good idea, or that she was wrong? in front of his brother? but something she said struck a chord within him, something he didn’t think his brother picked up on, but michael certainly did. part of him wanted to follow her out the door, but he keeps his footing in place, hands stuffed neatly in suit pockets. standing in the hallway, he gave his sibling a half nod when they left -- throwing his crystal scotch glass against the wal with one shattering blow. brandon would be leaving with their father for a case in the city, michael opted out, he was too distracted and didn’t want to mess it up for their family. so he stayed behind, and somehow -- found himself on her doorstep, three days later. when the frame opens, his dress shirt is slightly unbuttoned, and he’s been drinking. “what did you mean the other day?” it’s a sharp question, but a curious one - one that’s led him all the way here in the middle of the night, when his brother was out of town. “what did you mean by you picked the good brother? when was i --- ever on the table? and why didn’t you tell me.”