So make one dear *fluffs your hair* boy or girl? :3

Aww. I might just go in and see what happens. ;)

I wanna make a sim.

;_; Sam bb .. and Kyrie flower ohhh my heart.

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nernershuman:

"What’s not to love? Brendan is everything that’s good and right in this world. I thank whatever deities there are everyday that I get to call him mine. He saved me." -Remy Mahelona
"Remy is the gentlest, most soulful person I’ve ever known. The attraction was instant, the love followed pretty quickly after. Every day it grows deeper." -Brendan Donnelly

nernershuman:

"What’s not to love? Brendan is everything that’s good and right in this world. I thank whatever deities there are everyday that I get to call him mine. He saved me." -Remy Mahelona

"Remy is the gentlest, most soulful person I’ve ever known. The attraction was instant, the love followed pretty quickly after. Every day it grows deeper." -Brendan Donnelly

"No!" Her hands shook as she gripped the phone tightly between them. Her fingers slipping off the surface as she tried multiple times to find his number and call him back. Her heart hammered in her chest. What did she expect him to do? She had been ignoring any attempt he had made to reach her for the last six months. 

She had to. She felt like it was something she had to do. For him. For herself. She had no other choice. He knew that…

…didn’t he?

Of course he didn’t. How could he know? Her shoulders shook as she pressed the phone against her forehead, her soft cries turning into full blown sobs. This was her fault. She did this. Now he’d go find someone better. Someone to make him happy. Anger surged through her. She was so angry with herself. 

You’re a fool, Sam. A damn fool.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror then, her tear streaked face looking back and did the only thing she could think of. She threw her phone toward her dresser with a cry, watching it smash into several pieces.

That’s when it hit her. Her eyes widening at the sound. Time seemed to stop as she came back to her senses. It was like a loud siren, ringing in her ears. She sat there paralyzed with nothing but her broken heart and more regret than she could bare.

It was really over now. There was no hope. She’d never see him again. 

nernershuman:

"Tallan caught my attention from the moment I met him. That’s no small feat, believe me. I never gave much thought to love or even to wanting to be a good person. He makes me want to be better." -Shane West
"When I first met Shane, he was such an ass that I seriously wanted to punch him in the face, and I’m the quintessential pacifist.  I found out later that that was his way of showing someone he liked them.  So even though it didn’t get the most auspicious start, it ended up growing. He keeps me grounded." -Tallan Heieck

nernershuman:

"Tallan caught my attention from the moment I met him. That’s no small feat, believe me. I never gave much thought to love or even to wanting to be a good person. He makes me want to be better." -Shane West

"When I first met Shane, he was such an ass that I seriously wanted to punch him in the face, and I’m the quintessential pacifist.  I found out later that that was his way of showing someone he liked them.  So even though it didn’t get the most auspicious start, it ended up growing. He keeps me grounded." -Tallan Heieck

She felt like she had to drag herself up the stairs to her bedroom. The days events had zapped every ounce of strength she had, both emotionally and physically. She opened the door, shuffling slowly into the room. Her eyes settling on her phone resting on top of her bed, blue light blinking.
A voicemail?
She kicked off her shoes, deciding to put the caller on speaker instead of pressing the phone to her ear. "Sam." A loud gasp escaped her lips. Goosebumps forming on her arms. It was all it took for her to lose her balance, practically dropping the phone to her feet. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her knees into her chest as she listened to what he had to say. 
It took her at least ten minutes, listening to it several times over before she realized what he was saying. The realization of it making hot tears slide down her cheeks.
He was giving up. 

She felt like she had to drag herself up the stairs to her bedroom. The days events had zapped every ounce of strength she had, both emotionally and physically. She opened the door, shuffling slowly into the room. Her eyes settling on her phone resting on top of her bed, blue light blinking.

A voicemail?

She kicked off her shoes, deciding to put the caller on speaker instead of pressing the phone to her ear. "Sam." A loud gasp escaped her lips. Goosebumps forming on her arms. It was all it took for her to lose her balance, practically dropping the phone to her feet. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her knees into her chest as she listened to what he had to say. 

It took her at least ten minutes, listening to it several times over before she realized what he was saying. The realization of it making hot tears slide down her cheeks.

He was giving up. 

Oh, Sam. BB.

She needs a hug, bb.

Shhh you two ! DX I’m anxious enough about this as is :p

"Battle scars?" Sam whispered. Odara nodded, rolling up her sleeve then showing her another on her leg. "Although, he has a few of his own to show off. That scar on his eye. Did he tell you who gave it to him?" Sam shook her head. "It was me." Sam’s lips parted in surprise. Odara smiled."That actually happened about a month or two before you met him. When I decided to fight back. You should do the same."
"I can’t." She closed her eyes, willing herself not to cry. "There is too much at stake. Too many people I need to protect. I won’t let him near them, Odara." Odara stood, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. "Why are you being so noble?!"
Sam slammed her hands down on either side of her. “Because it’s all I have to give them! It’s all I can do!” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. Do. Not. Cry. Odara nodded, finally accepting her answer. “I’m going to give you my number. If you need to talk to anyone, please give me a call.” Sam stood, wiping at her eyes. “Thank you.” 
Odara pulled her into a hug. “It’s what I’m here for. Now, paint my nails?” Sam let out a breathy laugh in spite of herself. “Yeah. Let’s go paint your nails.”

"Battle scars?" Sam whispered. Odara nodded, rolling up her sleeve then showing her another on her leg. "Although, he has a few of his own to show off. That scar on his eye. Did he tell you who gave it to him?" Sam shook her head. "It was me." Sam’s lips parted in surprise. Odara smiled."That actually happened about a month or two before you met him. When I decided to fight back. You should do the same."

"I can’t." She closed her eyes, willing herself not to cry. "There is too much at stake. Too many people I need to protect. I won’t let him near them, Odara." Odara stood, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. "Why are you being so noble?!"

Sam slammed her hands down on either side of her. “Because it’s all I have to give them! It’s all I can do!” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. Do. Not. Cry. Odara nodded, finally accepting her answer. “I’m going to give you my number. If you need to talk to anyone, please give me a call.” Sam stood, wiping at her eyes. “Thank you.” 

Odara pulled her into a hug. “It’s what I’m here for. Now, paint my nails?” Sam let out a breathy laugh in spite of herself. “Yeah. Let’s go paint your nails.”

Odara settled on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “I understand Atlas has gotten his hooks into you.” Sam nodded, glancing at the ground. “Heath set us up, actually.” Odara sighed. “Heath has no idea, does he?” “No idea about what?” Sam asked, fiddling with the hem of her top. “How he treats you. You can’t hide it from me, doll. I know exactly what it looks like.” 
Sam took a ragged breath. “Heath is completely ignorant to the situation. Everyone is. I need it to stay that way.” Odara scoffed, crossing her arms over her legs. “Why? You have the perfect tools to get away. I have heard your brother speak fondly of you for years. If he knew what Atlas was doing to you, he’d put him in the hospital.” 
"I don’t want to run the risk of something happening to someone I love." She countered, knotting her hands together. "Atlas knows too much about me. He’s threatening me with things I’m not willing to risk." Odara clicked her tongue. She knew where this was going. "Evan Hawthorne, right?" Sam looked at her then, eyes wide. “How do you know about? -” Odara cut her off. That was happening to her a lot, today.”Your brother is as bad as an old woman with how much he talks. All you have to do is get the ball rolling and he gives you all the info you need and then some.”
"Sam." She patted her gently on the back. "I know you want to protect Evan, honey. But you need to get out now before it gets too bad. Trust me, I have the battle scars to prove it.” 

Odara settled on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “I understand Atlas has gotten his hooks into you.” Sam nodded, glancing at the ground. “Heath set us up, actually.” Odara sighed. “Heath has no idea, does he?” “No idea about what?” Sam asked, fiddling with the hem of her top. “How he treats you. You can’t hide it from me, doll. I know exactly what it looks like.” 

Sam took a ragged breath. “Heath is completely ignorant to the situation. Everyone is. I need it to stay that way.” Odara scoffed, crossing her arms over her legs. “Why? You have the perfect tools to get away. I have heard your brother speak fondly of you for years. If he knew what Atlas was doing to you, he’d put him in the hospital.” 

"I don’t want to run the risk of something happening to someone I love." She countered, knotting her hands together. "Atlas knows too much about me. He’s threatening me with things I’m not willing to risk." Odara clicked her tongue. She knew where this was going. "Evan Hawthorne, right?" Sam looked at her then, eyes wide. “How do you know about? -” Odara cut her off. That was happening to her a lot, today.”Your brother is as bad as an old woman with how much he talks. All you have to do is get the ball rolling and he gives you all the info you need and then some.”

"Sam." She patted her gently on the back. "I know you want to protect Evan, honey. But you need to get out now before it gets too bad. Trust me, I have the battle scars to prove it.” 

And it only gets worse.

It’s gonna be one wild ride for sure. ;3

Whew dang what a tangled web this is starting to become ^^;;;

That’s what makes it fun!

Wait…whut?! 0.o;;;;

Odara is the ex-wife. She’s also old friends with Heath. Heath, Odara and Atlas went to high school together. Odara and Atlas started dating in high school and have been off and on ever since. Except now it’s off, for good. 

So basically, Heath spilled the beans to Odara saying he set Atlas up with his little sister and happened to mention that he was worried since Sam hasn’t been herself lately, but is chalking it all up to depression over the breakup with Evan, which part of it is but Atlas is a good chunk of it, too. 

Odara asked Heath where she could find Sam, saying that maybe a little girl talk would make her feel better. So that’s where we are now lol. 

If that makes sense.

"That name is a work in progress, honey. At least until the divorce is final." She waved her hand when she noticed Sam gaping at her. "But it’s ‘Walling’, for the record." 
Sam couldn’t believe it. This woman was Atlas’ ex-wife. The one she’d heard so much about from Heath and Scarlet. The one who lived through the nightmare that was Atlas Erasmus. She blinked a few times, opening and closing her mouth. She had no words.
"I know your brother, Heath, actually. We went to high school together. You two look a lot alike." Sam nodded, tucking her book under her arm. "It’s nice to meet you. I can go ahead and take you back upstairs and get you ready to -" "Actually," Odara interjected before Sam could stand, stepping a bit closer. "I’d like us to have a quick talk, if you have the extra time."
Sam bit her lip and settled back into the couch, patting the space next to her. “Of course.” 

"That name is a work in progress, honey. At least until the divorce is final." She waved her hand when she noticed Sam gaping at her. "But it’s ‘Walling’, for the record." 

Sam couldn’t believe it. This woman was Atlas’ ex-wife. The one she’d heard so much about from Heath and Scarlet. The one who lived through the nightmare that was Atlas Erasmus. She blinked a few times, opening and closing her mouth. She had no words.

"I know your brother, Heath, actually. We went to high school together. You two look a lot alike." Sam nodded, tucking her book under her arm. "It’s nice to meet you. I can go ahead and take you back upstairs and get you ready to -" "Actually," Odara interjected before Sam could stand, stepping a bit closer. "I’d like us to have a quick talk, if you have the extra time."

Sam bit her lip and settled back into the couch, patting the space next to her. “Of course.”