When Haze had woken up, she had no memory of what had happened, or even… Anything, really. The first thing the doctors had told her was that the baby was fine and she’d asked “What baby?” At first, the doctors had just thought that maybe she hadn’t known she was pregnant - they hadn’t been sure because most of her body had bruises, cuts, scrapes, and scratches except for her stomach, which had led them to believe that she had known and that she’d been determined to protect the baby during the accident. But, the more they spoke to her, the more they realized that it was more than that - they’d mentioned that her boyfriend was on his way and she didn’t know who they were talking about. She only knew her own name because the doctors had addressed her by it. And, the more they spoke, the more distressed she became, the more she couldn’t answer certain questions, the more she realized she didn’t know any of the answers. The doctors had realized, then, that she had amnesia, but there weren’t many tests they could do that wouldn’t harm the baby, but they’d run the tests they could before leaving her alone. All she felt was a sudden grief - how many memories had she lost? She couldn’t remember anybody or anything specific, she’d lost it all. And, God, she felt so alone. The shock and grief washed over her in waves, causing her to burst into tears, enough so that she’d cried herself to sleep - and she didn’t know how long she slept for before she heard a voice calling her name, causing her to stir. Her brows furrowed as she opened her eyes, though she looked towards the source of the voice with confusion as she shifted to sit up. “Who are you?” she asked quietly as she watched him, “You don’t look like a doctor or nurse…”
Calum knew that both he and Molly had been going through an awful time lately. They’d both been… So happy, so excited about her pregnancy. And, when they’d lost the baby, it’d broken them both and put such a horrible strain on their relationship, making it feel like they were nothing but strangers. He hated it, he hated not being able to comfort the woman he loved so, so much; he hated that they’d pulled away from each other so much - so, when the option to go to couple’s therapy came up, Calum thought it would be a good idea, he hoped it would be a good idea, that it would be the thing that helped them work through their pain and grief and bring them back together. As they parked, he looked over at Molly, taking her in, though his heart ached when he saw her hand on her stomach. Reaching over, he took her hand in his giving it a squeeze, hoping that he could comfort her in some way, because she didn’t deserve to be in so much pain. “Yeah, let’s go,” he murmured with a small nod as he watched her, giving her hand another squeeze before he climbed out of the car and went to her side, offering his hand out to help her out. “We can get through this. I know we can.”
Everly couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on her features when she heard the knock, accompanied by Ashton’s voice. She eyed herself in her mirror, fingers toying with her hair. The moment Ashton had called to tell her he was coming over, she’d started getting ready, preparing herself for another attempt to push Ashton to his limits. Standing, she straightened out her silk and lace nightgown, a daring choice, but one she was certain would pay off. It was short enough that it showed off her legs, but also so that if she sat just right, it would ride up and expose more, and the lacy neckline left little to the imagination. Pleased with her appearance, she made her way to the door to open it, offering an amused look to Ashton as she watched him. “Well, it’s not my fault that you brought along a huge bag of stuff,” she said easily as she took him in before she motioned, moving out of the way, “Come on in. What all did you bring, anyway?” Turning, she walked further into her home, and she felt the familiar nervousness building up within her, because she always tried so hard not to be the one to break first no matter how much she wanted to - and excitement, because she was so, so sure that the game would come to a head this time. It had to, because she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
Michael had watched the wedding as Jamie as the best man, happy to see his friend so happy. But, as he watched his friend, how happy he seemed, he found himself yearning for something like that - for happiness, for a woman to love him as much as he loved her, for a beautiful, happy day like this. And he knew it was a lot to wish for, a lot to ask for, a lot to want, and that many people never got to have anything even remotely close to any of it, but he still wished for it, he still asked for it, because maybe, just maybe, he’d be one of the people who got to have something like that. But, for now, there was nothing he could do about it except to watch his friend as the man enjoyed a day dedicated wholly to him and his new wife. He smiled to himself, happy to see it, happy to be a part of it all, certain his friend would never forget this day. He’d turned to return to his table before feeling somebody bump into him and he quickly reached out to steady the person he’d bumped into, only to be surprised by the beautiful woman, but he shook his head. “Oh, uh, it’s nothing to apologize for, really,” he assured, offering a smile, “Are you okay?”
Kyrie was dressed to the nines and she was on a mission - as she usually was. She made a living by seducing rich men and stealing from them or blackmailing them. The best targets were usually married men, they tended to not want to cause trouble because they didn’t want their wives to find out. As she entered a new bar - she never went to the same bar twice after finishing a job, - she peered around, looking for anybody to try her luck with. She caught sight of a man at the bar, alone, but the light of the bar reflected off a gold ring on his wedding finger and she smirked, deciding her target easily: him. Making her way over, she arched a brow. “Is that seat taken or are you drinking alone?” she asked with curiosity, motioning to the stool by him, though upon closer inspection, she couldn’t help but admire him, finding him more attractive than her usual targets. “Unless you’re not interested in company at all? I could just go somewhere else, I don’t mind, I wouldn’t want to impose on you in any way.”
Louis had been torn apart when Sasha had ended things between them, but he’d understood why she’d chosen to end it all. He hadn’t been able to spend as much time with her in the past as he would have wanted to, and he knew that had affected her and pushed them apart in so many ways, but it couldn’t be helped; he’d been so busy with other things, and he hated it, he hated that he’d made Sasha feel like she wasn’t one of the most important things in his life, because she was. When he’d left for tour, though, he’d left his things at home, with Sasha, and now that he was back, he had to face her again to get it all back. A huge part of him was eager to see her again, wanting to win her back. But the other part dreaded it, dreaded the heartbreak he was sure he would feel the moment his eyes settled on her. It couldn’t be helped, though; he needed his things - even if he was sure most of it could be replaced, so okay maybe it was just an excuse, but he could never bring himself to admit that aloud. He just let himself believe that this was necessary, even if the only actually necessary thing was to see her. As he got to the door, he breathed out and lifted his hand to knock.
Elara honestly felt like her life had turned to hell. The first few months she’d been with Ethan had been good, happy. It was only after they’d moved in together that Ethan’s kindness all but vanished, replaced with cruelty and constant attacks, too many fights to count, fights that came with bruises and busted lips or cheeks, swollen eyes, even a broken bone here and there. The only solace she ever felt was when Ethan was gone, when she got to spend time with her best friend, Tyler. But she hid all of her pain from Tyler, all of the violence, wanting to keep it a secret, not wanting to pull Tyler into her drama, into her mess. She’d known that Tyler was coming over today, but Ethan wasn’t supposed to be home - he’d come back early and that meant that they were alone. At least if he’d come back after Tyler got there, he’d be compelled to behave. But, with them being alone before Tyler’s arrival, it’d given Ethan the chance to get angry that food wasn’t ready when he’d gotten home and it had resulted in Ethan backhanded her, hard enough to make her fall to the floor, and the pain forced out a choked sob. This had only angered Ethan more and he threw mugs and glasses towards her, causing her to lift her hands and arms to block it. “Stop!” she begged, not hearing Tyler’s voice outside the door.
Dylan had gotten used to the abuse he received from Clara, and he knew there wasn’t much he could do about it. He knew he should have left her the first time she hit him, but she’d been immediately remorseful and had done her best to be caring - at least, that’s what Dylan had thought. But, the more it happened, the more he realized that forgiving her that first time made her believe that she could just keep doing it and offering empty apologies to make him stay, and it seemed like she pushed everything a little further each time. And, yet, Dylan still couldn’t bring himself to leave. But, coming here, to Tilly’s, helped him to get away from all of that and to pretend that things were normal, at least for a little while, until he inevitably had to return home, to Clara, to the abuse. When he heard Tilly, though, he blinked, looking over at her, his brows furrowed. “What?” he asked, watching her, pretending he didn’t know what she was talking about. “What are you talking about?” He arched a brow, making a face when she mentioned the bruise. “I get into fights, Tilly, it’s no big deal.”
Amalie looked around as she followed her brother, and she offered a weak smile to one of her friends, who pushed a glass into her hand while dancing by her and calling, “Drink up!” Her hands curled around the glass as she looked to Oliver, who grinned and nudged her while grabbing a drink of his own. “We’ll drink together,” he assured as he drank his glass and, Amalie, feeling like she had to at this point, since her friends and brother wanted her to, went ahead to drink, too, finishing the glass after a bit. By then, Oliver had noticed Daniel and he made his way over, grabbing both himself and Amalie another drink on the way. Oliver laughed at Daniel’s words and grinned. “Yeah, we just got here,” he confirmed, “Bored without me?” Amalie looked up when she heard Daniel’s voice, though she felt her heart swelling at the sight of him. Something about Daniel always seemed to put her at ease and make her feel comforted and, in this moment, she was beyond grateful for his presence, grateful that he was there. “Hi, Daniel,” she greeted quietly.
Tyler hadn’t expected the call he’d gotten, he hadn’t expected all the panic he felt, and he hadn’t expected to speed all the way to the hospital, desperate to see Poppy, desperate to know that she was okay. When he’d asked for her at the nurse’s station, though, the nurse had told him that a doctor needed to speak to him first. This news had only caused him to panic more - had Poppy taken a turn for the worst in the minutes it had taken him to get to the hospital? His heart sank with the thought, his blood pumping so fast that he could hear his pulse in his ears. When the doctor came out, though, he assured Tyler that both Poppy and their baby were fine, but that Poppy was suffering from amnesia. Tyler had barely processed most of what the doctor had said, his focus being on the word baby. Poppy was pregnant, and Tyler hadn’t known. Why hadn’t he known? The knew had shocked him, so much so that he was still standing there for several moments after the doctor left before the world came back into focus, reminding him that Poppy needed him, and he quickly made his way to her room, knocking on the door as he entered. “Poppy?” he called as he watched her, “Are you, uh… How are you feeling?”
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