Bound

I am the one who beat me black and blue No one can hurt all your feelings like you Whoa, I know it, or validate See, if you're a misfit and feel out of place Or you don't like how you look, it's okay 'Cause someone will, but you need to love yourself Don't end up like me, don't end up like me Erin Samuels Waitress; Student; Carer.

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lcganhastings:

              “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Logan murmured as she pushed herself up from the floor, having been knocked down by those in absolute terror of what they had just seen and what might just be around the corner for those they cared about. Cait was someone Logan cared about and someone who absolutely didn’t deserve what was happening – what even was happening?? Subconsciously, Logan held her stomach for only a moment while looking at the person who had been so nice as to offer her help,  but all she could think about in that moment were Scotty and Bonnie. “Have you seen Scotty or Bonnie Hastings?? I just — I don’t know where they are.” 

It was sobering, and she could really only have wished that it wasn’t. Without even thinking, the video in question had her assessing injuries that she couldn’t see personally. Caitlyn’s head wound was nasty, blunt force trauma, blood loss was an immediate risk; concussion thereafter. It spun in the front of her mind long after the video cut out. Cutting hues through the crowd for Silas or another officer that wasn’t as worse for wear as she was, she caught sight of Logan asking about her siblings. “-- Lo.. Lo, they’re over here.” She’d seen them both, briefly, but they were there. “Bonnie’s with Tate, and last I saw Scott and Tatum were having it out at each others throats.”

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x--elias:

                   “The sad and desperate ones know the rules” he gave a slight shrug, eyes scanning the room for his brother for a moment before they fell back on Erin with delight staining them. “They know to get the fuck out once I’m done – the ole root and boot” now he was really laughing as his own hand came down on his chest. He couldn’t remember the moment Erin was suddenly apart of his life, couldn’t remember the day he started to care if she ever left it - but now it was normal to see her smile and hear her voice. It was tradition for the pair to gravitate toward each other when their lives would turn to shit,=. He only ever liked having a few friends; Erin was without a doubt one of them. “And here I was hoping to stuff yours but I suppose you can find someone whose second best” his free arm draped over her shoulder comfortably, the intimacy never being a bother; instead it had become normal, familiar. “We’re partners in crime for the night; promise to not leave my side and I wont leave yours —- and fuck Tom Cruise”

“Then it makes sense that I have no idea what rules you’re talking about.” She grinned, a sight not likely seen on her own features for a long time coming, and even though she knew that herself, it was easier with Elias there. Everything always was. “You --- Elias Danes, are a scoundrel, are you aware?” She asked with a haphazard shove of his shoulder. There was nothing odd about it; every momentary exchange between them was without a doubt the easiest part of her life, he’d always just been there, and there were never any what if’s about it. Eyes widened a little as she brought her own drink to her lips, shaking her head in an effort to stave off her laughter. “Subtly really isn’t your strong point, is it?” Settling in beneath his arm, she almost immediately curled her arm around his waist, gripping his jacket to tug him towards the bar. “Second best doesn’t exist. I mean, if I ever had the chance with Tom...” Erin said slowly, her words slightly slurred, “Partners in crime.. you’re never getting rid of me.”

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x--elias:

                    Maddox had taken off to do something, or someone, he thought. Wolf was busy being wolf, Bishop with Finley and Aurelia had walked into the crowd and now Elias stood alone. Same wall, same signature look that made people avoid eye contact. It was good for the Crows to show up to some of the towns events, prove to the people that they weren’t the monsters the stories had now made them out to be; but surely an hour was enough and he could now wander to an actual bar and find some bird to warm his bed for the night? It was the sight of Erin that knocked the thought out of his mind and got his feet moving toward her. The crowd parted to make way for the two magnets who stopped only a foot or so away from each other. “A lot of sad, desperate, lonely woman on Thanksgiving” he raised a brow as his cheeks moved up into a smile – that’s all it ever took, a few seconds in her company and he was smiling. “You had me at hello, remember? – at least let me get on your level of drunk first” lips met his bottle before finishing off his drink, his head shaking as he began to laugh. “You’re fucking cute, you know that? Come on, I can’t be here with no beer in my hand”

“Sad and desperate, you’re too pretty for that to be your type, Eli.” She sighed through yet another laugh. It’d been too long since she’d even had more than a single drink, longer even still since she’d felt light on her feet. “You lookin’ to stuff anyone’s turkey tonight? I can totally wing woman you.” It was almost childlike, the smile that etched her features; too few elicited such a response from her other than Elias and Logan -- maybe Silas once upon a time. “It’s so much better when Tom Cruise says that you know? But I’ll take it.” He drank, and she did too --- it would have been bad manners not to, right? “I like having you around, it’s good to know I’ve still got it.. whatever it is. Perfect, because I can’t drink on my own. I’m not sad, desperate or lonely.” A lie, mostly.

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It wasn’t often that Erin went to town wide events, she was always busy at work, or taking care of her dad. This year however, one of the nurses she’d known for years, without a family and happy to stay and watch her dad for a few hours absolutely refused to let Erin stay in. And so as she wandered through the thick of the crowd, plucking some kind of baked pastry up as she wove past one of the many tables covered in food alongside the cider in her hand; she tried not to think about being here -- about the guilt she knew would resurface in the morning for taking time for herself. Spotting Elias, she grinned, knowing he’d make it all the easier to forget about. “--- So what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this? We could go back to mine and....” Erin said with a sly lift of her eyebrows in jest as she went along with the stupidest line that came to her mind. She held a drink out for him, trying hard not to laugh. “--- Watch porn on my flat screen mirror.” 

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“How much longer are you..---” She’d gotten herself into this, complaining wasn’t going to help, neither was asking questions. Minimal contact, that was all Erin could really tolerate of Wolf, everything she did was for her dad, and reminding herself of that each and every time he called with another job was the only thing that ever stopped her from losing it at the Crow. “Forget it.” She said through grit teeth, “Where and when this time?”

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“So maybe I ghosted..” She said quietly as she walked into the Hasting’s kitchen, knowing that was exactly where she’d be. After the short lived text messages between them, Erin had a little time to think about it. “It was shitty of me. I’m here though, so..-- forgive me?” She didn’t really want to talk about it; but when everything combusted in her life, she simply switched off. “Pretty please?

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x--elias:

                    “Do the pictures of you on my wall not make you feel special? What about the pillowcases with you face on them?” they were always joking, always having a laugh. If his day was filled with too much shit from the Crows or just shit all altogether, he would actively seek her out knowing she would be able to put a smile on his face and turn the day around. “It’s a solid plan” her now moved around her to open up her fridge, grabbing them both a bottle of water before taking up a seat at the kitchen table. “Ain’t no one gonna mess with me with you on my arm. So I’m going to have to break a bone just to spend some time with you? – don’t work too hard, Erin” the usual smirk that danced it’s way onto his lips faded into a more serious look. He worried about her, any true friend would without a shadow of a doubt so as much as they could joke with one another, it was also just as easy to go down a more serious road. “Gotta look after yourself too. Don’t make me pin you on the bed until you agree”

“You need to update those, they’re all old. It’s like you’ve just given up on stalking me from across the street. The pillowcases are great though, nice touch. You should see about getting towels imprinted with my face too, ‘cause well..--” She raised a brow, teasing as she raked eyes over him mockingly. A breath of fresh air indeed, Elias had always managed to pull her out of her own head whenever he was around, as if he knew everything in it was too heavy to deal with on her own. “Oh so it’s purely for your own protection, huh? I see how it is. You need a girl around to protect your ass, adorable.” Taking the bottle, the lent on it a little as he began what she knew was the closest thing to a lecture he’d offer, something friendly, that she knew he only did because he cared. “I mean, you could do something a little less dramatic than breaking a bone. --- I won;t.” But she would, she always would. Very rarely did there ever come a day where Erin didn’t find everything possible to fill her day with, two jobs and taking care of her father was exhausting, but without it..-- well it was a surefire spiral. “I am looking after myself. Look..-- water.” She stated, opening the bottle and drinking from it as if that proved she was a big girl and knew to look after herself as well as everyone else. “Oh I’d never dream of it.”

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leonamcnroe:

“Okay, you caught me. I just wanted to see what you would make, honestly I do have faith that you won’t kill us both. Now you’re getting me excited— nervous, but excited. Oh Christ, I hope not. Do you know how bad it was in high school when girls from class would only come over so they could ‘accidentally’ run into him in the living room? Gross all around.”

“You’re placing all that faith in the wrong person, Len. I’m kidding, I’m kidding, we’re not eating this. I’ve already called for pizza. I’m not ready to poison you just yet. Keep the nerves to a minimum, I don’t do well with nerves. You hope not, I hope so..-- looks like we’ll agree to disagree. Fuck them, why would they want to run into him in the living room? At least make it interesting and bump into him coming out of the shower; no imagination.”

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x--remi:

                    “Okay, where is this fucking handbook lets see it– I don’t agree with some of the rules. So one cup and then we never speak again – thanks Si. I just came to see how you were, I wont stay for the coffee, don’t even drink the shit anyway”

“Do I look like the sacred keeper of the handbook to you? You and me both. I’m not saying we’ll never speak again, I’m just..-- It’s weird, okay? It’s just weird.” There was no other way to explain it to someone who would, without one weekend of mistakes, would likely one day have been her sister in law. “Sit down, I’ve got wine.”

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Text || Erin

Logan: Hey.

Logan: Its Logan.

Logan: In case you randomly don't have my number anymore. Ya know?

Erin: I still have your number

Erin: Why wouldn't I?

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x--remi:

               “Is it written in the handbook that we can no longer be friends because you and my brother are over? I’ve never read that book so I don’t know all the rules” Remi didn’t have a lot of friends, but what she did have were a small circle of people she cared about; Erin happened to be one of those people. “Then I’ll stay with you, at least for one cup of coffee”

“No, but I’m pretty sure it’s written in there that as his sister, you get to deal with whatever bitterness I feel over it and don’t get to complain about it at all. Just so you know.” It wasn’t aimed at Remi, none of it was. But if anyone might have even slightly been left to deal with what feelings she’d been left with, the sister of the man that had shattered her heart was one of them; especially if she thought to show up like this. “--- One cup.”

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x--elias:

                “Hey, you’re the only one whose allowed to kill me. I’ll even make you a special badge if you want” murder was a big talk in this town, not exactly the best type of conversation but Erin knew his humor through and through; it was all harmless behind these closed doors. “Maybe they’re a little tougher but all you have to do is get a job in the kitchen and poison the bitches who pick on you – see, we’ve got a plan already” placing his thumb under her chin, Elias lifted her face to meet his in a trying matter to keep her smiling. He knew all too well about the heartache of losing someone you cared about, and then there was her very personal life with her family. Seeing her smile, if only for a second meant more to Elias than even he knew. “A criminal and a zombie? You lead such an interesting life — speaking of, how are things going in your world?”

“What a way to make a girl feel special, Eli. It better have flashing lights and glitter or I’ll never accept the badge.” She’d learned to go with it, something that stemmed from her work in the hospital first; accepting the morbid side of life and even joking about it made it all easier. Elias maybe lay it a little thicker than most, but she loved him nevertheless. “Oh, a little tougher? I see you’ve thought this through, interesting enough. You plan out my time in prison and I’ll live it, just to have the reputation when I get out, deal?” As he lifted her chin, she felt a flush of embarrassment find her cheeks, Erin rolling her eyes as her features scrunched up. Everything was lighter, easier with him around, every reminder of real life barely noticeable as he drew her attention far from it. “Gotta’ shake things up, right? As if this place needs more excitement.” She paused, but didn’t think too much on his question. “Same as always, they’ve called me back for extra shifts in the ER, so I’m busier than ever.” Which wasn’t always a bad thing.