one shot, two shot, three shot, four,, aimee

[caleb emmerson]

Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

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Caleb’s red sports car zoomed down the street like some sort of…bullet going in hyper-speed. This wasn’t anything unusual, this was just the way he drove, considering he was a street racer, and the best part was that he lvoed driving this fast. There was no fear of the law, and even if the law got involved, he would just outspeed them and they would lose his trail, once again putting him in the clear to speed some more. But as for now, he wasn’t in a race or anything, he was just trying to get somewhere, more specifically, the bar. For some reason, on a Friday night, he loved to drink. Or any night for that matter; he was a drunk after all. Well, he didn’t drink all the time, like when he raced, he just liked to drink sometimes just to get some stress off of his shoulders, and drinking helped. Alcohol was his best friend, and the love wasn’t one-sided either. And now, he was just trying to get there to get his best seat in the house, and that was right in front of the bar. And that meant the beer would get to him faster, and that meant he would get drunk faster, and that was just what he was planning on doing.

Caleb entered the bar, and looked around. His black sports jacket seemed tos hine in the dim light, which made no sense. His black undershirt though complimented his handsome looks perfectly. His jeans, and black boots, made him seem like some sort of bad-ass. Which he was, but you don’t know that. Or maybe you do. Either way, whatever. Caleb walked down toh is table, and after taking a seat, placed a order. He wasn’t entirely sure of what he wanted to drink, so he thought he’d start the night off with a Corona, and then gradually work his way up. But for now, he just had to watch what was on TV while he waited for the drink that would start the night off. Monday Night Raw was on TV, and Caleb did prefer watching John Cena in action, but there was only..some guy talking right now. The main reason he even watched wrestling was because of John Cena, and if he wasn’t wrestling someone, he didn’t watch it. So as for now, Caleb was bored out of his wits, and he had nothing to do. Maybe he could do a quick street race, before he got his drink, or maybe..he could just wait. Ah, that sounded a lot painful right there, he hated waiting. Maybe someone would be kind enough to introduce themselves.

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[ooc; so horrible, but im being rushed. the next one will be better]

[aimee cole]

Somewhere out there
You lost yourself in your pain
You dream of the end
To start all over again

_________

Another day, another forced fuck, and now? Another night at the bar. A boring, repetitive, and seemingly endless vicious circle which Aimee had spinning around her every day.
"Good night, Angelica." Came whispered words from a young mother to a daughter, lips soon pressing against the forehead of a curled up four year old, asleep in her grandma's arms. Placing a hand on her own mother's arm she kissed her cheek before speaking. "Goodnight, mum. Thank you again for looking after her tonight, my friends haven't seen me in a while." It was a good thing her mother didn't know about her drinking habits, and a bad thing she didn't know nor realise what her partner was doing to her daughter moreso that Aimee had to lie to her own mother.

Leaving the house, pulling on her camoflauge blazer, she started on her way to the bar for a night of drinking which'd end in a morning of throwing up due to being hungover. With hands dug into her pockets, her eyes stayed trained on the floor as she walked slowly and almost cautiously. She was dressed simply as always: a black top with a v-neck, and wide short, sleeves, coupled with a pair of grey tight-fitting skinny flares and a pair of black and white dotted trainers.

Aimee looked up with dark brown eyes, scanning the scene before she found the bar that she was a regular at; her small body pushing open the door before she made her way towards the bar. Seating herself on the seat next to Caleb, she waited for the bartender to get her a glass of Magners cider. The alcohol she would always start an evening off with, before she even blinked it was infront of her and the tall lady smiled down at her before walking off again to serve someone else. The prospect of drinking this refreshment brought a smile to her lips, her thin finger running around the edge of the glass before she picked it up. A sigh of relief came from her lips as the liquid travelled into her mouth, and down her throat into her belly. God, it felt so good- though the buzz would be better. Her glass was soon emptied and refilled, oh yes- it must've been quite obvious by the fact she was on her own, and on her second drink already, she was a little alcoholic. Not that she'd admit it, but alcohol was her saviour. If she didn't have it she'd probably be six feet under by now, well maybe not because of her daughter but if she didn't have a daughter than her fate without alcohol would've been certain suicide.

Finally looking up from her drink, now half empty, through half closed eyes her fingers absentmindedly ran through long, straightened, hair which had fallen and hid half of her features. She was pretty, no doubt about it and it was the main reason she'd been forced into fucking men that her step-father and uncle had arranged for her. She hated it, it was demoralising and it was something she'd never been able to escape. Aimee had ran away countless times only to be tracked down, brought back and then sexually assaulted by both uncle and step-father. No wonder she turned to drink. Right now, she was sat next to Caleb and he was on his own- she couldn't help but wonder why he was alone, drinking. Maybe he was meeting his friends and they were late? It was never great fun drinking on your own, usually she ended up in a conversation with someone. So, Aimee decided to try her hardest to initiate a conversation with him, and if his friends turned up. (If he was meeting any.) Turning towards him, a small smile falsely tugging at her lips and tilting her head to the side before sipping at her drink.

"Hi. Uh, I'm Aimee."

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[caleb emmerson]

She's taken over too quickly
No medication can cure the lust
So say a prayer for the sickly
'cause she belongs to heaven

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“You're fucking weird, man."

[/i] Caleb couldn’t help but smirk after hearing her words. He got that plenty of times, mainly because of his reserved nature to most of the insults he got from other races. To him, trash-talking was a waste of time and energy, and they should be more focused on the race than insulting the other guy, trying to crush their self-esteem first or something like that. It may have worked with someone less focused than Caleb, but it didn’t work on Caleb. Caleb just had that whole, “whatever” attitude going on. But with Aimee, it seemed something had triggered him off and he had no clue what it was. Maybe it was just a mood swing, or maybe his drink was spiked. Yeah, the latter didn’t seem to likely right about now. He knew he and Aimee would never have this whole friendship thing working out for them, but he didn’t care. His life would simply go back to the way it was before he met her, and it wasn’t as if she had some sort of major effect on his life that he would begin to miss once she was gone and they would never meet up again.

Just then, he saw from the corner of his eye, someone put her hand on Aimee’s back. He didn’t look to see who it was, and he just shrugged it off as one of her friends or something, until he heard the person’s words. “You bitch, you’re supposed to be working tonight.[/i]” Caleb immediately turned his head towards her, eyes wide with shock. What the hell? No boss had the right to treat their employee like this, and Caleb had something to say about it. Sure, Aimee probably hated his guts, but he wasn’t about to let someone be treated like this, especially not when he had went through, almost, the same treatment when he was younger. He saw the guy, who was a middle-aged man, spin Aimee around, and just as they were eye-to-eye, he slapped her. Caleb’s anger hit a new peak, as he dropped his drink, and immediately threw a punch at the guy. The punch connected, and the old guy hit the ground hard with a thud. Caleb pounced on top of him, turned him over, and held him up by his collar. “You son of a bitch.” He seethed, his knuckles turning white. He head butted the guy, and he heard the guy’s head connect with the floor again, and he was sure he saw a drop of blood.

Caleb began to swing left and right, pummeling the guy for what seemed to be forever, until he felt four or five strong arms pull him off of the guy. The guy, who didn’t get up, apparently had some help as some guys helped him up. As the guy stood up, barely able to catch his footing, he looked at Caleb, blood rushing down his face. “You’ll pay for this, you punk! And Aimee, you better get home as fast as possible without, [/i]” The man said, looking back at Caleb with a look of hatred, “Without this punk bitch.[/i]” Caleb roared, and tried to free himself from the people’s grip, as they shouted words to calm him down, saying things like it’s not worth it, and that he should just let the guy go. Still, the guy had no right coming in there, and talking to Aimee like that, even if Aimee didn’t like Caleb. It reminded Caleb of his father, and Caleb hated his father. Caleb calmed down once he saw the guy run out of the bar and that was when the people let him go. Looking over at Aimee, he kept his face expression-less, then made his way to a table in the back, aware of all of the people’s gazes on him. Some were of respect, and others of fear, but Caleb knew he had done the right thing, no matter what anyone said.

[ooc; i know youre not a fan of violence, so i tried to tone it down a bit. but still, its crappy]
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[aimee cole]

Somewhere out there
You lost yourself in your pain
You dream of the end
To start all over again

_________

Her drink was finished soon enough, and now she vaguely remembered having seen him here once or twice. But whatever, he was a bloke and most blokes go to bar's regularily to pick up girls, or just to drink. (Though in experiance it was more both than the latter on its own.) The female bartender returned once more, and they struck up a tiny conversation- Caleb didn't answer right away. Fair enough, they didn't know each other, they'd have probably seen eachother before. Well, Aimee was almost certain of that but she wasn't exactly bothered by the cold aire he gave off. Her tongue flicked over her lips as her drink was once more topped up, only to be gulped down. No more cider, she needed something stronger. Sambucca shots sounded good, but tequila rose sounded better. Who would've ever thought you'd find an alcohol that tastes exactly like strawberry milkshake?

"Can I have two shots of tequila rose, Gem?" The bartender, now known as Gem nodded got her drinks before finishing her shift to be replaced by a male bartender. Now it certainly looked as if she'd bought Caleb a drink, but it was quite the opposite which was made obvious as one after the other both of the two shot glasses were emptied into her mouth and swallowed quickly. Caleb had looked up at her, and then away just as quickly. Nodding to herself she rolled her eyes, an unfriendly one it seemed. Fine, you win some, you lose some. He probably thought she was there to get in his pants. She wasn't though, if she had been surely she would've dressed to impress instead of being clad in a casual attire?

Aimee looked back up at him as he spoke, a smirk crossed her features and a quiet cold laugh came from her lips. "Ahh, you're one of those men who hate to be spoken too. Possibly gay and afraid of women." Yes, she had a mouth on her no matter how withdrawn and timid she might have seemed to be. But that side of her only came out when with people she didn't know. "Shame people don't know what manners are nowadays. I was simply being kind, and hoping for a conversation. Obviously your far too up your own arse to be friendly back, hmm?" Her eyebrow quirked in amusement as he chair squeaked as it moved once more. A drink now infront of her, and Caleb was paying. Oh, this was great. No sarcasm there, free drinks were excellent. "I guess I should say thank you, but I wouldn't want you to take offense now would I?" Of course she had an attitude to people who seemed like cold-hearted bastards who just threw away any gestures of kindness. Picking up her drink she sipped at it warily, the smirk still on her features being rather proud at what she had said.

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[caleb emmerson]

She's taken over too quickly
No medication can cure the lust
So say a prayer for the sickly
'cause she belongs to heaven

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Caleb was a bit amused at her initial response. Oh, she was snappy, he liked that. But for some reason, her presence just bugged the shit out of him, not trying to be mean or anything. He just didn’t like the vibe he was getting by being around her. It wasn’t a bad vibe, it was quite the contrary, but it scared Caleb, and he didn’t like being scared. But then the conversation just began to piss him off. This girl, she didn’t even know him, and yet here she was, judging him. He didn’t like being judged, and the people that usually did it ended up with a broken nose, and about ten teeth missing. But that was in very rare cases in which Caleb was VERY pissed, and Aimee sure as hell couldn’t piss him off that much, but that vibe he was getting and her words seemed to be getting him very close to that line. His anger lifted a bit when she had asked him whether to say thank you or not. He didn’t really care, he was a young billionaire, and money wasn’t a issue to him, but her mouth was.

“ There’s no need to say thank you,” Caleb began, taking a sip of his drink before continuing, “But you really need to shut the fuck up.”He was seriously pissed, and when he was pissed with a drink in his hand, he tended to let his mouth get the best of him. “I’ve met plenty of girls like you, the sweet nice type. I don’t give a shit. As for being nice, life hasn’t allowed me to be a nice person. All my life, I’ve been in fucking fear. No friends, a mother, a father out somewhere smoking pot and getting drunk and sleeping with hookers, and now I’m all grown up, but I’ve never learned to be nice. As for my past, I can’t get it go, because if I did, I might become nice like you and let my guard down, and let me tell you, that’s not a good thing. Not in my life. Because apparently, I was being nice when my father came back and tried to attack my mom, but I killed him in self-defense. That's where being nice has gotten me.” He practically growled, as he turned his attention back to his drink. God, maybe a few drinks would calm him down.

And that they did. Taking a deep breathe, he turned back towards her, putting a finger to her lips to stop her rambling. He told her to shush, a small smile appearing on her face. “Now that we’ve just had our first fight, I think we’ll have a good relationship. Now, shut up and finish your drink.” He said, in a almost kind voice. Retracting his finger, he began to take another sip of his drink, his head buzzing slightly. Okay, maybe he had just crossed the first line in getting drunk off of his ass, or maybe he didn’t. But whatever. He had just made a new “friend”, or something close to it, and he wasn’t mind. Hopefully she wasn’t some whore, and he would end up getting raped after he got drunk. Or vice versa.

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[aimee cole]

Somewhere out there
You lost yourself in your pain
You dream of the end
To start all over again

_________

Aimee'd always had a habit of being able to annoy people, and piss them off. Luckily she had never been in a fight because of it; in actual fact the only physical fights she'd ever been in where with her step-father or uncle. Bastards, right? Right. Shaking her head lightly her eyes fixed on her glass which was constantly moving to her lips and back to the bar to quench her thirst for a night of drunk fun, or drunk passing out. Maybe a bit of being paraletic being thrown in there, but that was hard for Aimee to get to the stage. She'd been drinking so long now that she had quite a hard stomach for her, quite possibly the reason she wasn't already halfway falling off of the seat or dancing. It took a lot more than five drinks, no matter the strength, to get her down or even drunk. Another drink slid her way and money was placed into the bartenders hand, the drink Caleb had reluctantly paid for soon finished and she started on the new one. Double vodka and coke this time.

"Good good, not that I was going to say it anyway." Well, she would've if he had been a bit more nicer to her, but screw him. If he doesn't show manners towards her, why should she display acts back to him? Exactly, there wasn't any need to do so. "And if I don't? What you gonna do? Hit me?" Her tone was close to being deadly serious, but an amused laugh came from her lips as she looked up to the ceiling and then back to him as he began talking. Did she ask for his life story? No, I didn't think so. Did she need to know about his past? No. It was ever so tempting to cut him short and tell him that just because he had grown up with no friends, no mother, and his father going out, smoking weed and fucking whores wasn't that big of a deal. She was close to telling him to suck it up, and at least his past is the past. Aimee's past was past, present, and most possibly future- until the uncle and step-father of hell died anyway. But she wouldn't speak of it, she was ashamed afterall. So what did she do? She let out a loud groan and continued drinking as if trying to block his story out. "Oh, get the fuck over it. Jesus, you think that's bad? Seriously. You killed poor daddy who smoked weed and fucked people other than your mother, then her attacked your mother. People have it worse, so as I said before. Get the fuck ov--"

Her final sentence was then cut short as his finger was placed against her lips, her eyes narrowed slightly to grab his finger. What he next said was a bit of a surprise, and not that she was obeying him as she did finish her drink -- it was nearly empty anyway. "You're fucking weird, man." He did seem a bit of a nutcase, acting all hostile then telling her his life story before telling her to shush and going on about how they'd had their first fight, and how they'd have a good relationship. I mean seriously, what the hell? Bonkers, I tell you.

[caleb emmerson]

She's taken over too quickly
No medication can cure the lust
So say a prayer for the sickly
'cause she belongs to heaven

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“You're fucking weird, man."

[/i] Caleb couldn’t help but smirk after hearing her words. He got that plenty of times, mainly because of his reserved nature to most of the insults he got from other races. To him, trash-talking was a waste of time and energy, and they should be more focused on the race than insulting the other guy, trying to crush their self-esteem first or something like that. It may have worked with someone less focused than Caleb, but it didn’t work on Caleb. Caleb just had that whole, “whatever” attitude going on. But with Aimee, it seemed something had triggered him off and he had no clue what it was. Maybe it was just a mood swing, or maybe his drink was spiked. Yeah, the latter didn’t seem to likely right about now. He knew he and Aimee would never have this whole friendship thing working out for them, but he didn’t care. His life would simply go back to the way it was before he met her, and it wasn’t as if she had some sort of major effect on his life that he would begin to miss once she was gone and they would never meet up again.

Just then, he saw from the corner of his eye, someone put her hand on Aimee’s back. He didn’t look to see who it was, and he just shrugged it off as one of her friends or something, until he heard the person’s words. “You bitch, you’re supposed to be working tonight.[/i]” Caleb immediately turned his head towards her, eyes wide with shock. What the hell? No boss had the right to treat their employee like this, and Caleb had something to say about it. Sure, Aimee probably hated his guts, but he wasn’t about to let someone be treated like this, especially not when he had went through, almost, the same treatment when he was younger. He saw the guy, who was a middle-aged man, spin Aimee around, and just as they were eye-to-eye, he slapped her. Caleb’s anger hit a new peak, as he dropped his drink, and immediately threw a punch at the guy. The punch connected, and the old guy hit the ground hard with a thud. Caleb pounced on top of him, turned him over, and held him up by his collar. “You son of a bitch.” He seethed, his knuckles turning white. He head butted the guy, and he heard the guy’s head connect with the floor again, and he was sure he saw a drop of blood.

Caleb began to swing left and right, pummeling the guy for what seemed to be forever, until he felt four or five strong arms pull him off of the guy. The guy, who didn’t get up, apparently had some help as some guys helped him up. As the guy stood up, barely able to catch his footing, he looked at Caleb, blood rushing down his face. “You’ll pay for this, you punk! And Aimee, you better get home as fast as possible without, [/i]” The man said, looking back at Caleb with a look of hatred, “Without this punk bitch.[/i]” Caleb roared, and tried to free himself from the people’s grip, as they shouted words to calm him down, saying things like it’s not worth it, and that he should just let the guy go. Still, the guy had no right coming in there, and talking to Aimee like that, even if Aimee didn’t like Caleb. It reminded Caleb of his father, and Caleb hated his father. Caleb calmed down once he saw the guy run out of the bar and that was when the people let him go. Looking over at Aimee, he kept his face expression-less, then made his way to a table in the back, aware of all of the people’s gazes on him. Some were of respect, and others of fear, but Caleb knew he had done the right thing, no matter what anyone said.

[ooc; i know youre not a fan of violence, so it sucks. but it still sucks either way, but i toned the violence down..i think]
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[aimee cole]

Somewhere out there
You lost yourself in your pain
You dream of the end
To start all over again

_________

Was she expecting a reply? Nope, and she didn't get one. Despite the loud music, and chatters of people around them things seemed almost deadly silent to her. She had a bad feeling about tonight, and the hand on her back made her go rigid. The words spoken took all the colour out of her face, and her eyes squeezed shut tightly, and her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. Her eyes soon flickered open, but only half way she didn't turn around to see who had spoken to her; she didn't need too. She knew full well who it was, and as Caleb glanced over to her she didn't meet it instead her gaze stayed on the glass, Aimee soon stood to turn around and get out as fast as she could. No deal. "I-- I'm sorry." Her voice couldn't help but quake slightly, and her head snapped to the left at the force of the slap, and it made her step back into the chair which almost fell down, but she caught it quickly. "Y-you didn't say I had work tonight.." Those thin fingers of her ran over her burning cheek now marred with a hand mark.

Most girls would've probably cried, or perhaps scream, but Aimee was used to it. Why bother attracting unwanted attention that in the end would have worse consequences to her? Biting into her lip, her hand stayed over the mark on her cheek as she timidly looked up at her step-father, her step-uncle not too far away and that sordid grin on his lips just made her stomach sink. Breathing in deeply her eyes went to stare at her feet, then the rather unexpected happened as she heard Caleb speak and she just had to look up. Eyes widening like a rabbit in headlights and she winced as she saw the punch connect with Lee's face. Her hand immediately went to try and grab hold of Caleb's, she was greatful but now she was worried about herself, not him. He could handle himself, but she knew there'd be hell to pay when she got home.

Though she enjoyed the sight of her step-father getting beaten badly, she had to turn around. She needed another drink, and it was delivered to her-- free of charge- and she gulped it down. Then the words she dreaded came. Not bothering to even look back at him all she did was nod, "y-yes, Lee." Aimee couldn't help but stutter, nor tremble slightly in her spot finally she glanced around as he left with Ray. A quiet sigh of relief coming from her lips, then her gaze flickered over to Caleb as he looked at her then moved to a table in the back, she followed him. She had to at least say thanks for saving her from more humiliation, last time something like this had happened Lee had done much worse. As he sat down, her arms crossed under her chest- hands rubbing her upperarms before she spoke. "T-thank you.." It was hard to really say anything else, trying to string a sentence in her head but couldn't come up with one, so she did the easiest thing. Leaning over slightly, she pressed her lips gently to his cheek. "I-- I best go. But.. Let me buy you a drink first. As a token of thanks?" Staying silent for a moment, glancing around nervously. "Please?"

[you can use violence if you rly want. i won't mind. lol. but thanks <3]

[caleb emmerson]

She's taken over too quickly
No medication can cure the lust
So say a prayer for the sickly
'cause she belongs to heaven

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He hadn’t noticed her walking behind him, but when he sat down, he saw her standing up. Her arms were crossed across her chest, while her hands rubbed her arms. He raised an eyebrow as if he was asking what she was doing standing there. Ah, so she wanted to say thank you. Well, duh, he just kicked the guy’s ass who had just violently slapped her, for what appeared to Caleb, for no reason. He knew she must have been having a hard time just doing anything at this moment; the moment was of that sort. But then, just as he turned his attention back to the table, he felt her lips against his cheek, and immediately shy away. What the hell? Wasn’t she just a moment using that mouth to bitch at him? Yeah, well, screw it. A lot had happened in just a few minutes. He then heard her ask if she could buy him a drink. He looked up at her, his eyes full of questions, mainly about who that guy was. Then, forgetting all about her question, she said please, which brought him back to reality. He shrugged his shoulders. She could do whatever. Money wasn’t exactly a issue to him, and he did love drinking, so however she wanted to roll, she could roll.

He took a deep breathe, his muscles relaxing slightly. He looked up at her, biting his bottom lip. How to answer her question? Or rather: how to ask his own? “You’re not going home tonight, especially not if that Lee guy’s waiting on you. You’re staying with me for now.” He said, wondering if he had done the right thing. Well, he didn’t exactly want her going home and getting abused because of his actions, not that she wasn’t going to get abused anyway. It seemed as if she was, considering how the guy slapped her for no reason. Now, to figure out whom that guy, and his friend, was. He flagged the waiter down, and after standing up and ushering Aimee into the chair opposite him, he took a sip of his drink that had just come. “Now, as for your thank you, don’t mention it. I was just being nice.” He said, his tone serious, but a hint of sarcasm showing. Leaning forward on his elbows, he looked her dead in the eyes, wondering just who the hell that guy was.

“Who was that guy? If you ever meet him again, tell him I’m your boyfriend. Or just come back here, you’ll find me here. Well, almost every day, If I don’t have a race.” He said, taking another sip of his drink. Now to get the answers to all of his questions, and a better understanding on who this spunky brunette was.

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[aimee cole]

Somewhere out there
You lost yourself in your pain
You dream of the end
To start all over again

_________

Okay, maybe she'd been a bit of a bitch before, but then again he had been too. But he'd shown an act of kindness, even though he probably would've done it to any guy who he saw hit a girl. As he bit his lower lip, she bit her own. His words seem to float over her, and when they came back to her she almost stepped back, leave home? Stay with him? She had a daughter to look after, she would've looked like a right stupid uncaring mother seeing as she was out drinking, and she did it quite often leaving baby Angelica in the arms of Matilda. But it was safer than drinking at home. "I.. Can't. I have.. I have a daughter to look after." It had always been strange saying those words, even though she loved her kid to bits and the fact she was now four. It was because she was only twenty one, and she didn't want to seem like a bad mum because if you put everything together she wasn't.

Aimee didn't take a seat for a while, but finally did a few minutes after he ushered her a chair. It was true, because of is actions what she'd recieve at home would be worse than if he'd just stayed out of it. She was used to it though, so it wasn't anything out of the blue. It was why she didn't talk back when Lee spoke to her in such a disgusting manner, nor why she didn't fight back when he hit her. You gotta take it as it comes, no matter how bad she just had to deal with it because in the end fighting back'd make it worse, and possibly make him harm Angelica. So far he hadn't, she was happy about that but the worry was always there it was just she couldn't run away, because he'd find her. It was as simple as that. "My mother will be at home, unless she's asleep I'll be fine.. If not, I can handle it." When she looked up from the table her gaze locked with his, now that was something she could never take- looking someone dead in the eyes, so she instantly let her head flop down slightly so her hair covered her face and her eyes once more were directed at the table.

The questions she knew were coming, and Aimee had no clue whether or not to answer truthfully. Maybe it was for the best? Let him know who he was, afterall he had told her his life story. Breathing in deeply, her fingers scratched at the table's surface lightly before speaking once more. "My step-father.. Saying your my boyfriend, or that anyone was my boyfriend wouldn't help, I'm afraid. He's a dick like that.."

[caleb emmerson]

She's taken over too quickly
No medication can cure the lust
So say a prayer for the sickly
'cause she belongs to heaven

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A daughter to look after? At her age? Wow, that was intense. Caleb instantly felt bad about being rude to her earlier, but it wasn’t as if he had the best day earlier, so maybe they could overlook that fact. But thankfully if she returned home, she would return to the care of her mother and her step father wouldn’t be able to say anything. Caleb had something to be thankful for. But if her mother was asleep, things would be bad, Caleb was sure of it. No, Aimee couldn’t go back there, Caleb wouldn’t allow it. As for her daughter, he was sure they could go in the morning and go pick her up. But it wasn’t as if Caleb was scared of two senior citizens, so they could go right now and get the girl if they wanted. Honestly, Caleb wasn’t a fan of father-offspring abuse, and he absolutely hated it when he saw it happen, or knew it was happening, seeing as his past was filled with it. Scooting his chair around the table, so that he was right next to Aimee, he looked over at her, after her boyfriend comment, he held her hand and placed it on her lap.

“Hey, don’t worry, my father was the same way.” He said, his voice lowered to a much more caring one. He looked at her, those soft brown eyes which he had just noticed were so full of pain. They triggered something inside of him, some sort of longing, and before he knew it, he was moving her hair out of the way and behind her ear. “You’re….You’re incredibly beautiful.” He said, shocking himself at his words. Oh god. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he diverted his gaze, and then looked back when they felt slightly cooler than before. “I mean…I…God, why is this so difficult? Screw it.” He said, looking at her. He immediately moved on his hands around her neck, and pulled her face closer to his, and his lips against hers. He couldn’t resist himself any further, she was…someone that he was attracted to, and he was very surprised, considering the way they had just met. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes. Giving her a few more pecks on the lips, he spoke: “Just movie in with me. One week. We can pick up your daughter tomorrow. And whatever shit you’re stepfather is making you do, that’s not going to continue. I’ve got more than enough money, so you don’t have to work, and we can send money to your mother if they need it. Just one week, come on? It’ll be fun.”

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