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Emily stood in Elijah James Wood Smith bathroom naked with only his shirt on. It smelled of motor oil, grease, and him to the point her stomach hurt. Wiping her eyes free of makeup she looked at the plus size girl in the mirror praying she knew what she was doing. Because she had just given her virginity to the boy that tortured her throughout their adolescence and teenage years.
Elijah Smith, the preschooler who would snort like a pig whenever she ate cake at a birthday party. Elijah Smith, the boy who called her fat any chance he could in middle school. Elijah Smith, the teenage boy who asked her out for the high school prom and stood her up because she’d been stupid enough to say yes. Elijah Smith, the man who confessed to her last night that he’d always been in love with her.
The sound of the bathroom knob jiggling made Emily’s heart jump out of her chest when he opened the door. She didn’t open her mouth to speak as he adjusted the toilet seat to pee not before kissing her good morning. His lips were as firm as she remembered last night,
“Good morning, Mel.” Emily felt her confusion and shyness turn into anger that he had always had this sort of power over her. Since they were young she'd been the dumb girl who took everything that he dished out. Now he wanted her to love him as if everything he did to her could be swept under the rug. Without warning, she started hitting him with all that she had behind tears,
“You made me hate myself! You made me cry myself to sleep! You turned my life into hell! Get out! Get out!" she screamed shoving him forward not caring if he was pissing all over the floor. Elijah grabbed her wrist trying to keep his balance,
"Mel! This is my house!" he reminded her. He watched her face twist in horror and regret that she wasn't somewhere safe to get away from him. Emily pulled out of his grip rushing out of the bathroom to gather her clothes from the floor in the living room,
"Mel! Mel!" He called flushing the toilet as she panicked trying to remember where he'd tossed her underwear. The sound of his footsteps coming down the hall made her decide to forget them.
Instead, she put on her snow boots and grabbed his truck keys promising herself she mail them back later once she drove back to New York. Putting on a random large coat she opened the door getting hit by a gust of icy and snowy air. Emily stomped through the snow catching her ankle in one of the rabbit holes.
Falling over in a pile of snow hadn't been her plan of escape nor the familiar feeling of a tight chest. Elijah came outside in jeans and bare feet rushing to help her up,
"Are you ok?!" Through pained and gasping breaths she grabbed his forearms as he lifted her to her feet,
"I-I'm h-having an asthma a-attack."