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Post by Ember Thistle Grant on Jan 29, 2012 1:09:55 GMT -5
 
Ember had been spared of the walk of shame this time around, but she didn’t exactly look much better either. Her dress was draped over her arm and she wore her platform stilettos with the guy’s jeans and t-shirt. The clothes hung lose on her frame and the jeans still brushed the floor even with the added height of her shoes bringing her closer to Brandon’s usual height. Plus, the damn things were so low on her hips it was uncomfortable.
Climbing from the cab outside her apartment building, Ember handed the driver the note in her purse and didn’t wait for the change. She hardly cared right now. Last night and this morning had been weird enough for her and this was the time her brain decided to start processing things. She was never foolish enough to fall asleep at a guy’s place and was usually home before Andrew woke up and saw her missing. Today, not only had she slept over, but she had showered, had breakfast and had a chat with the guy too! Urgh, she knew it was a bad idea to go home with Brandon, but the idea was planted in her head before she could say no.
She stepped into the elevator and hit the button for her floor, raising her hand to her chest as the pain returned. It always did seem to hit her harder after she had been drinking, but Ember refused to give into the pain. It would ease off one way or another and she wouldn’t need those damn pills for it to happen. She was sick of her condition dictating her life and she wasn’t going to take it anymore. That was partially the reason why she was doing this; running reckless through the city with guys who saw her as nothing more than a statuesque blonde with enough tequila in her system to say ‘yes’. The other reasons were personal and the grieving she’d never allowed herself to do after Robert had died. Andrew was dating some kid and Zoe was falling head over heels for a British guy who spoke in strange tongues. Simon had left New York for pastures greener after his drama with sister and now who did Ember have in her life? No one. Everyone had been granted the happiness fate had denied her when Robert had been ripped from this world cruelly, leaving Ember with the guilt, the pain and the shattered heart that still wasn’t repaired and probably never would be.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to the floor where her key fit perfectly into the lock of. She expected Andrew to be long gone for the office by now, giving her the chance for another nap and then plenty of time to get ready for another night out on the town. She had no classes today and she hadn’t been to the office in some time now. Ember was falling into one of her dark spirals again and when that happened, she usually began counting down the number of days before her heart would give way once again. Usually, there was someone to save her before it got out of hand, but with everyone living their own lives this time, Ember was fully in control of hers and with that came the impulsive behaviour and the loss of control. She craved the freedom, the reckless abandonment and the power to do whatever the hell she wanted to.
What Ember didn’t expect though, was to hear the sound of her brother’s voice on the telephone. She paused in her steps, blonde hair flat and dishevelled as it fell into her eyes. Why was he still at home? Swearing under her breath, Ember greeted Xander silently, her fingers scratching the large dog behind the ears before quietly trying to move to her bedroom before Andrew could spot her and call her out on where she had been and what she had been doing. The last thing Ember wanted whilst her head was reeling and her heart was pounding was to be lectured and to fight with her older brother.
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Feb 9, 2012 18:12:22 GMT -5
Andrew was used to his sister staying out late; he'd grown to respect it and not pressure her too much. But, usually, she was home by morning. This morning when he'd peeked silently into her room, his heart had dropped as he noticed no blonde, hungover Ember in her bed. The worry had instantly began. Had someone kidnapped her? Was she lying in an alley, drunk and confused? Did someone take advantage of her and steal her away from life all together? Had she been hit by a car? He didn't know any of the answers; but, he'd be damned if it'd stay that way for long.
He'd called his father, saying something had come up with a friend, an emergency, and he was needed at home today. The man hadn't minded, though Andrew had more than earned a day of vacation, which he very rarely took. But today could hardly be described as "vacation." He phoned every hospital in New York and the ones surrounding it, checked in at any and all hotels he could think of, and even called down to the police station to have the men on duty keeping a careful eye out for his sister. Still, nobody had found her. The more time that ticked by, the more concerned he grew. It was too early yet to report her missing, as the station had pointed out, but with a quick bribe and a charming business proposal, the sheriff had been more than happy to help out now. And, still, nobody had found any signs of her. Where the hell had she disappeared to?!
Between frantic phone calls, he brought out her container of pills, expertly setting the ones she'd need out on the counter. If he knew his sister at all, he was positive she would've "forgotten" to take any medication last night before bounding off to the clubs. And he was still hoping she'd walk in at some point today. Being the protective big brother that he was, he wanted to make sure she'd be safe in every sense of the word, including her heart.
The sound of his phone chiming again had him jumping up and answering after the second ring. Worry, relief, and terror filled him as he heard the sheriff's voice on the other end. Apparently, someone had spotted Ember walking into the apartment building a few minutes earlier. And, as if on cue, he heard a key in the door and the sound of Xander's paws scrabbling across the floor. He thanked the man, hanging up quickly and turning around to face his younger sister. Who was already trying to sneak off to her room.
"Hold it," Andrew called with his dad-voice. "Where the hell have you been, Ember?" he began, running a hand through his messy hair. There'd hardly been time to comb it this morning; there hadn't been time for anything, really, other than freaking out over her "disappearence." "You know how worried I've been? I had police out looking for you, every hotel in the state watching for you, and I even had your card being tracked. I don't... I..." A frustrated breath passed his lips. It was moments like these where he prayed to God that his sister would grow up one day. Partying all day and night was going to wind her up on a deathbed, either from her heart or from so much alcohol. Expertly quenching the temper many didn't know he had, Andrew added, "Your pills are on the counter. And be happy I didn't tell Dad about this one. He would've been more freaked out than me."
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Post by Ember Thistle Grant on Feb 10, 2012 17:54:38 GMT -5
She should have known better than to try and sneak by without Andrew hearing her. And by the looks of things, he had passed the concerned stage and was reaching full blown freak out, where the panic was visible in his expression and his eyes that were scarily similar to her own were filled with that dark look that told her that she was in for more than just another one of his paranoid lectures. However, hearing him rant about the lengths he had gone to just because she had stayed out all night, pushed all of the wrong buttons on the self destructive blonde and her jaw tensed and the slight hangover became nothing more than a fuzzy memory as the fiery side of the twenty one year old shone through brighter than the wintery sun outside.
Ember dumped her crumpled dress on the back of their white sofa and folded her arms across her chest, taking on a defensive stance as she glared at her brother with a challenging spark in her sapphire eyes. Did he really want to go through all of this now? Was he really going to pretend that he was so superior to her? Andrew could be a real asshole at times and Ember was sure it was down to spending his whole life around the wealth she still couldn’t get used to. “I was at a friend’s house, obviously.”
[/color] It wasn’t like she would steal the clothes of some random guy who she would never see again and whilst Brandon wasn’t exactly a ‘friend’ he did fall closer to that category now. If only Andrew knew that she had spent the night with a guy who used to be a detective…she didn’t know if it would calm his nerves or set him off on another endless rant in which he played the role of dad and big brother in one. She laughed at him, not in amusement, but in a rather shocked tone before standing tall and glaring at him again, this time warning him about the line he was dangerously close to crossing now that he had pissed her off enough. “Hey, I’m not a kid who broke curfew, and the last time I checked you sure as hell don’t have the right to scold me like I’m five.”[/color] She shook her head and then threw her bag down near her dress, knowing that this was far from over with Andrew now. “I’ve been capable of taking care of myself for longer than you could imagine. And if you ever track my cards again, I swear I will knock you to the better side of next week. I don’t care how worried your rich boy ass gets, you don’t invade my privacy like that.”[/color] She was also peeved that he had the cops involved too in all of this. If they had shown up at any point then she knew it would have resulted in a lot more than an argument with Andrew now; he’d probably have to collect her from the station to start with. Brandon’s t-shirt slid down her shoulder slightly, but she made no move to fix it as she glanced down at the pills on the counter and pointedly refused to take them. “I’m not some senile psychopath who needs you to lay out my meds for me.”[/color] She walked past her brother and the pills to get herself a glass of juice. “I’ll take them when I feel like it.”[/color] It was a big mistake, she knew that and so did Andrew most probably, but the blonde girl didn’t care right now. She was fired up and it was in fights like this that she often did the opposite of what Andrew wanted her to do. He may have been her brother, but this was her life and she’d do what she liked with it. “Yeah, ‘cause dad loves choosing when to be freaked out. Let’s remember that the man ignored me for fifteen years and I was doing much worse things then than I am now. Oh God, what if I stay out all night again?”[/color] She mocked his worried expression and then pushed past him once more. “You can tell dad for all I care. I mean what’s he going to do? Ground me?”[/color] Kicking her shoes off, her feet were finally able to relax but the tension in the rest of her body was far from gone. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • •
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Feb 26, 2012 16:40:11 GMT -5
Andrew hated when Ember acted like this. It was times like these when he realized just how different they were. Their father may be the same person, they may have the same last name, but they were far from being from the same background, and it showed in the characteristics of the two of them. He may've been a semi-wreckless teenager, but even his stunts never amounted to what his younger sister was doing these days. The worry for her was driving him over the edge. Ember may not care that people were concerned for her, and that was something Andrew had grown used to. However, he wouldn't let her kill herself. If she did, he'd forever feel like he'd failed at being an older brother. It was his job to protect her, wasn't it? And, if she ended up dead in an alley, it'd be his fault for not ending this behaviour sooner. It was his job to keep her from a self-induced death.
His sharp eyes met hers, watching for the lie. It was bound to come up, and he knew that; he was waiting for it. Andrew shook his head, lips pressed tight together in order to keep back angry comments he knew he'd regret later when she blew up. Again, he knew it'd happen. It was how Ember worked. "I called Zoe and she said you weren't there," he said, trying to bring some control back to this conversation. With his fire-y sister around though, there was a zero percent chance of that happening. "She's worried sick about you, too." Maybe that would work; guilt tripping her with her best friend. It was still a mystery how the two blondes got along, but Miss Tylers was one of Ember's friends that he approved of. The girl was a good influence on his sister. Or, well, he liked to believe that.
Andrew paced back and forth, an agitated hand combing through his hair again as she began her typical rant. He couldn't scold her, she was grown up, and there was bound to be something about money in there, too. His usual response would come again; he was her older brother, he could scold as much as he damn wanted, he didn't care how old she was, she was acting like a kid, and the money wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault he hadn't known about her most of his life; he couldn't understand why she kept taking it out on him when all he wanted was for her to be safe and not constantly tempting death. "Ember, I'm your older brother. I have the right to scold and attempt to protect you as much as I want, no matter how old you get," Andrew answered, smoothing his hair back into place. His pacing continued and he couldn't help a small roll of his eyes at the rich-boy comment. After years of this, he was used to the gibes. Eyes flashing with fire, he turned to her again. "I wasn't invading your privacy! I was trying to see if you were alive, or if some idiot had kidnapped you and dragged you off to California. Forgive me for trying to keep you safe; it won't happen again." His voice dripped with sarcasm towards the end. This was starting to become a game he was sick of playing since she changed the rules every time it was his turn. He was tiring of picking up after her, and being the "dad" when she came home drunk and unable to walk. Twenty-three year olds were supposed to be off partying, not looking after sisters who chose such destructive lives. Then again, he was supposed to be doing a lot of things, but that all changed when Ember came and his big-brother instincts took over.
It took all his self-control not to go shove the damn pills down her throat. She did this all the time; refused to take the pills, ended up in the hospital, and then he had to deal with a worried father and a pissed of sister. It wasn't fair of her to keep putting everyone through this, but explaining that to her was like explaining water to a fish. "No, but you are going to end up back in the hospital again if you don't take care of yourself," he retorted, the strain of the morning finally starting to catch up with him. "Ember, just take the damn things! It's not that hard. Put them in your mouth, and swallow. Even you're capable of doing that, right?" The remark was harsh, but he wouldn't take it back. She'd been bitching at him since the day he moved in. He'd earned the right long ago to be able to dish it out in return.
"You didn't have someone looking out for you then, but you do now. And, from the looks of it, you need it, Em. When was the last time you took your pills? Went to your doctor's appointment without me hand-cuffing you to the car and taking you? Or, how about the last night you came home sober?" he glared, shaking his head at her. "Oh, I dunno. Lock you in a nunnery so you behave?" Andrew's temper was getting closer to the surface, and he knew he had to restrain it. If there were two pissed-off Grants in the same room, there was a chance one of them wouldn't make it out.
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Post by Ember Thistle Grant on Feb 26, 2012 17:36:48 GMT -5
When she was thinking straight, Ember knew that Andrew only ever had her best interests at heart, but when she was like this, the last thing she wanted was her older brother trying to play the unnecessary hero. She had never asked him to do this and she had told him repeatedly that she could take care of herself without his annoying interference, but it was like talking to a wall, only she was fairly certain that a wall would at least keep its distance, unlike the Grant who was staring back at her right now with no intention of backing down, it seemed. She had survived her entire life without him and she didn’t need him now to try and act like he knew so much better than her. He knew nothing about what her life was like and yet he acted like he always knew what was best for her.
She rolled her eyes and met his sharp eyes with a glare of her own, her hands resting on her hips in a challenging stance that she often pulled with her brother. “I have other friends than Zoe.”
[/color] She told him through gritted teeth. Zoe may have been her closest friend but there were still people in the city who she hung out with, spoke to and considered to be a friend of sorts. “And, unlike you, she knows I can take care of myself.”[/color] She shouldn’t have to answer to Andrew about this stuff. She was old enough to have earned her privacy and she was smart enough not to land herself in the kind of trouble her brother thought her stupid enough to. Ember slammed her fist down on the table she was standing next to. The pain was nothing and she didn’t flinch even though her knuckles began to turn red from the force of the impact, but it was either the table or Andrew’s pretty boy face and at least the table could have the damage hidden. She had to admit though, she was slightly tempted by the though of Andrew sporting a black eye he had earned from a girl. “Oh my god! Get a new argument because that one is never going to work on me! I never needed a big brother when I was younger and I don’t need one now!”[/color] She might have loved Andrew more than she would ever tell him, but there was a limit to what she could take when she was in this mood and he seemed to know all the wrong buttons to press. “I carry a freaking gun wherever the hell I go!”[/color] She practically screamed at him, her hands flying down to her sides as she fought off the building frustration. “I’m probably more of a threat to the assholes out there than they are to me!”[/color] She was about to storm away to end all of this, but he kept going and she snapped, spinning back around, her blonde hair falling into her face. “Good! I don’t want it to happen again! I don’t want you to be invading my life like you actually give a crap about me!”[/color] She was on the verge of breaking and Andrew was slowly tipping her over the edge. Her sapphire eyes were rolled again and she shook her head at Andrew, unable to understand why he was unable to get the message yet. It wasn’t like she was incapable of surviving without him, but Andrew liked to act as though he was the only thing that kept her alive, the only one who cared to make sure she didn’t kill someone or herself. “Oh, wow, Andrew, really? Stooping that low now?”[/color] She looked at the pills and then looked back at him with a menacing twinkle in her eyes. “If you’re so obsessed with them, how about you take them?!”[/color] She snatched the medication from the table and threw them at him, angrily. She shook her head and pushed the blonde hair from her eyes. “I’m sober now, aren’t I? And I’m not sick. My life doesn’t need to be defined by doctors and pills and someone like you acting as though you’re the only person who knows what this is like! Andrew, stop trying to turn us into some perfect Stepford siblings because we’re never going to be like that!”[/color] She felt Xander nudge her leg, but ignored her pet along with the pain she was feeling in her chest. “Yeah, because locking me up worked so well in the past. Neither you or dad can stop me from living my life the way I want to, so maybe you should stop trying.”[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • •
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Mar 9, 2012 10:13:31 GMT -5
He loved his little sister; truly, he did. But, at the moment, Andrew was about to shake some sense into her with all the force needed. She always played this game where everything was about her, twenty-four hours, seven days a week. The idea that she effected other people, who then effected other people, never even seemed to cross her mind; it was only her. He understood that she didn't like how her heart worked, and that she was hiding much more pain than anyone realized, but he didn't see that as an excuse for her recklessness. If anything, it made her stronger for living with it for this long.
"Really? Was it a male friend last night? I take it from your clothes that you had a wonderful time," he said, rolling his eyes. Andrew had never been able to understand the point of sleeping around; too many chances of diseases, too much drama, and way too much gossip. "Seeing as she's as worried about you as I am, I have a hard time believing that," he sighed, turning away from her for a moment. He needed to calm down; she was here, she was safe. Wasn't that all that mattered? No, no it wasn't; where she'd been mattered, too. Why she did this mattered; why she wouldn't take her pills mattered; why the hell she was so intent on being a pain in the ass mattered. Ember mattered to him; pills, temper, and all.
Her fist slamming down on the table had Andrew whipping around again, his personal battle raging in his eyes. He would not let his anger loose like her; he would be the level-headed one. "I guess you don't need a dad either, huh? Or a family? A job? How 'bout someone to help take care of you when you crash, like you always do, after a while of this idiocy? You're right, Ember, you don't need anyone at all. I might as well start packing my bags," Andrew glared, fully prepared to take some time out of the apartment if it'd only help her realize that, yes, she did need other people in her life. Nobody could do everything alone, no matter how much they wished they could, and he wanted her to see that. If it took him moving out to slap reality in her face, then so be it. A week away from her drama would probably even do him some good. "Did you ever think that I might actually care about you? I do; you're my sister. I want you to be safe and to have a good life and to end up with a cookie-cutter husband, suburb house, and a bunch of kids that I can come visit someday. But, you're not going to make it that far if you keep killing yourself with bad habits! I'd be surprised if you made if passed thirty, at this rate."
Andrew took one deep breath, refusing to react to her childish play. He didn't need this today; he never needed this from her. "Ember, I'm just trying to help you. Why are you being so damn difficult about it?" he said carefully, calming his voice with every ounce of self-control he had.
"Do you have a death wish? Your body isn't up for all this shit unless you take care of it! So, yeah, you are defined by doctor's and pills. If you'd do what they say, you'd see them a lot less often, but you seem to think that this is all a game. You know what, though? You're fucking losing, Ember. Every day you don't take those pills, you're losing. Every time you go off partying to try and forget reality, you're losing. Every time you get your blinders so in place that you can't see anything but your own reflection, you're losing. And, pretty soon, you're going to have lost so much that the only thing left to give up is your life. When that happens, just remember I told you so," Andrew shook his head, backing away from her. "I'm done. I'm going into work. Don't bother showing up for that meeting, either. Security'll just escort you out," he snapped, grabbing his coat from the kitchen table and heading for the door. This conversation had done nothing for either of them, and he was finished with her bull.
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Post by Ember Thistle Grant on Mar 9, 2012 11:07:39 GMT -5
Andrew may have been trying to help his sister, but Ember only saw it as interfering with something that didn’t concern him. He may have been her brother, but neither he nor her father had been in her life until her late teens and the tall blonde believed that she knew better than them because of it. She had lived with her HCM for two years before she made contact with them and she ‘knew’ how to care for herself better than they did. It wasn’t as though Andrew had anything holding him back in his life and whenever he preached to her about it, she just got angrier at him; it wasn’t like he knew what she was going through.
She narrowed her sapphire eyes at her brother. Maybe the clothing she wore wasn’t her own but it didn’t scream out that she had slept with anyone. “Actually, I had a fantastic fucking time. And don’t look at me like that; he actually is a friend. I’ve known him since I was a teenager.”
[/color] It might have been in a different capacity back then, but it was still the truth and Ember wasn’t really one for lying. She knew that her brother didn’t approve of her lifestyle, but he was her brother and she wasn’t about to get into the nitty gritty details with him about how she knew what she was doing. “Zoe worries about everything. It’s her nature to do so, but at least she knows when to back the hell off.”[/color] The warning was obvious in her tone and her eyes would’ve been sparking, if it was at all possible. She wasn’t about to sit back and wait for another lecture from her brother about how he was wiser than she was and knew better than her about all the risks she put herself in. Ember scoffed, chuckling slightly at how pedantic Andrew was sounding. She met his gaze and shook her head slowly. “I never had any of that before and I did pretty damn well. It’s not like you get to play the hero in this and I never asked you to stick around.”[/color] She wouldn’t let it show, but if Andrew left she would be pretty out of it and things would get incredibly worse. The reckless behaviour thus far would increase tenfold when there was no one about to care for her. “Yeah, go on and fuck off like everyone else. It’s probably the safest option too, you never know if this heart will kill someone else.”[/color] She fought away the tears at the memory that sprung to the surface before she could prevent it from overwhelming her again. “It’s been a while now; maybe it’s needs to murder another person to who tries to save me.”[/color] People always told her that the car crash wasn’t her fault, but it was her heart that had failed when she was behind the wheel and she would never lose the guilt that haunted her after Robert had died. She would always blame herself, but it was the one part of her life she guarded more than anything else. She was better off alone. She had said that before she had met Robert, after he had died and she would still argue that point now. She didn’t need Andrew to take care of her, she didn’t need anyone to fuss and reprimand her for every little thing she did wrong. It wasn’t like anyone truly had high expectations of her most of the time anyway when they saw her sour attitude or learnt of her past on the streets. She laughed at his ‘dream’ for her and stared at Andrew with a slightly shocked and amused expression. “I’m sorry, but do you even know your sister? I’m not a girl who finds herself in the suburbs without an ulterior motive and I have no intention of marriage or children. Why bother when I’m never going to live long enough to enjoy it?!”[/color] She yelled, sick of this now. Marriage, love and a future out of a Hallmark card were not things she would ever achieve, at least not the way she was thinking now. Kids could have her condition, a man would never forgive her for that and everything else she would do and she wasn’t interesting in having the stable life her brother was suggesting. “That’s your weird ass dream, not mine.”[/color] She reminded him. She was at breaking point. Too many emotions were racing through her body after being bottled up for so long and the stress-induced ache in her chest was growing, but she was determined not to let Andrew see that. She didn’t need him, didn’t want him and certainly didn’t care for any of this right now. “I never asked you to help me! Never! I never have, Andrew and I never fucking will!”[/color] She hated him. In this moment, Ember hated Andrew more than she thought was physically possible. Before she could realise what she was doing, she raised her hand and backhanded him across the face, the loud noise of impact echoing and startling Xander to join Ember at her side, confused by what was happening, but ready to defend his owner. “Why don’t you go and live your own fucking life instead of hiding behind this precious little image that you have just to keep dad happy?! At least I’ve got the damn guts to live my life the way I want to. You’re just a pathetic coward hiding behind money and a charming façade.”[/color] She spat. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] • • •
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Mar 9, 2012 11:28:34 GMT -5
Andrew had given up a lot for Ember; a lot more than she realized. Before she came along, he'd been drifting exactly like her. Parties, girls, drinking; he'd done it all. When he'd finally found out about his sister, he'd stopped, trying to become someone she might be proud to call her family, though they hadn't known each other most of their lives. Since the moment he'd known she existed, he had tried to become the dream big brother. Andrew didn't regret that at all, mainly because he now could feel what it was like to see a person crashing and burning, like people had seen him almost do. All he wanted to do was stop Ember from having that tragic fate that crossed the news so many evenings; he wanted to stop her from making a huge mistake that she could never take back.
Her hand slamming across his face had a disgusted noise coming from his chest. He wouldn't hit her back though; he wouldn't. She may not have had that much control of herself, and he did. Besides, it'd hurt him more than her if he ever rose a finger at her. Andrew faced her, shaking his head at her pathetic words. "If I leave, no one will be there to take over that company, seeing as I know you sure as hell won't. This is what I was born for, and I'm not going to abandon it. Trust me, Ember, I'd bail out of here in a second if I could, but I can't. Unlike you, I realize what I could do to everyone else around me. You may not care if you hurt the entire world, but I do. And that's why I can't leave," he said evenly, ignoring the sting on his cheek. It'd go away in a few minutes and, by then, he was planning on being halfway to his car. "Before you start judging everyone else, though, look at all the shit you're hiding behind. I doubt Robert would've ever liked to see you this stupid," Andrew shot at her, knowing which button to press to get her most pissed off. He knew what that sentence would do to her but, at the moment, he didn't care. Shoving past her, he opened the apartment's door, slamming it behind him as he made his way towards the elevator on their floor. He didn't even look back once.
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