Pixie Cream & Enchanted Lies

Chapter 6: Emrys's P.O.V.

~ Six years later ~

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"Em... Oh Em... Yes! Right there! Yes!"

Fu.ck, this is great.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Fu.ck! Her pu.ssy spasmed around me, and that was it. I pulled out just before I came. I pumped my shaft until I finally busted.

"Wow..." Stella breathed out.

I rolled off of her onto my back. I pulled the condom off of me, and tied it up. Then I tossed it into the bin and laid back. Stella snuggled up to my side, despite the fact that I hate cuddling after we shag.

Whatever, I'm too tired to care right now.

"Ya know, you already have a condom on. You could just cu.m without pulling out," Stella said casually.

"You know that I don't like risking it, love." I told her.

"Em, we've been dating for two years now. Would it be so bad to have a baby?" She asked.

I let out a laugh as I suddenly sat up.

"I'm 22," I replied. "I don't want a baby right now."

"I'm just saying it wouldn't be the end of the world," Stella said. "We're in love. That's all that matters."

In love... right.

"I'm going to go take a shower," I said.

I got up before Stella could say anything else. I hate when she says stuff like that. Us being in love, having babies, being together. I don't even know if you can call what we have a relationship in the first place.

Stella and I have been on and off for the last two years. Only because I thought we were off the entire time, and Stella thought we were on. She would find me "cheating", and break up with me. There was always a scene, and because we're both celebrities, it was always in the news.

To be honest, I don't know why I even keep coming back. This time I even agreed to a relationship. Of course, I was drunk, and just told Stella whatever she wanted to hear. She knows how and when to take advantage of me.

Still, I don't know if I want to do this with her. Stella is a distraction. Just like all the other women are. I don't want to be tied down. Ever. Not when just the thought of settling down feels... icky.

Jeez, listen to me. Icky. I sound like a damn toddler. I just don't know how else to describe it.

It's been like this since that night. The night of my 16th birthday. Granted, that night was crazy, it's not my freaky powers that have me wanting to keep my heart closed off. It's... something else entirely.

That damn woman I see. That blonde hair that flies around in the wind. That faint scent of forest air. I see it every single night. Wisps of a girl that I've never met before.

I can never see her face though. I can never see anything about her for more than a few seconds. But in every dream it feels like I'm desperately trying to get to her. Like... if I could just reach her... I'd have answers.

I fu.cking hate it.

I want to know who the woman is, so badly. Is she my sister? Mother? Friend? Some other family member? Is she the reason I was in the forest that night? Is she the reason my memories are gone? Why do I keep dreaming about her? Why does she feel familiar to me? Why can't I stop thinking about her?

The questions swirl through my mind in a loop daily. I want answers, but I know I'll never find them. That little fact is turning me bitter.

I used to put off being with girls after what happened with Ava. Despite the fact that Ava made me a total outcast... The more modeling I did, the more girls tried to get with me. It was extremely annoying at first.

To be honest, I just wasn't interested in any of them. They were attractive and clearly interested in me, but it was like how I felt with Ava. Like I was trying to convince myself that this was all fine, I was into it, this is what I'm supposed to do.

Granted, once things got to a certain point, all of that was completely forgotten. I was a teenage boy with certain urges. With girls literally throwing themselves at me... Well, I wasn't going to say no just because I kept dreaming of a girl that I not only couldn't see, but wasn't even sure if she was real.

For all I know, that girl I dream about is a figment of my imagination. I don't remember a thing from my past anyway. It's not like anyone has ever come looking for me either.

Honestly, those dreams caused me to build up a slight resentment. I don't even give blonde chicks the time of day really. I don't want to be reminded of any of that. Not the dreams, that I'm a freak, or about my memories. Not while I was trying to lose myself in something.

It's been years since my life changed. Years of me boosting my career as a model. Years of me taking care of Ellie and Duncan. I'm happy where I am now in my life.

Ellie is graduating this year and going straight to university. She's picked out a lovely school with a great writing program. I was more than happy to pay for everything. After all, that's why I took this modeling career seriously to begin with.

Duncan will be graduating from art school next month. I was beyond happy to be able to have paid for his schooling. Again, the whole reason I made this a career was to do this. And I have a wonderful surprise for Duncan. A graduation present.

I bought Duncan an art gallery.

Well, it's a building anyway. I knew that Duncan wanted to find something after he graduated. He told me that he was going to get a loan for a place and asked if I would co-sign. Of course, I said yes.

Duncan spent a bit of time doing research and taking business classes. We were walking down the street one day when we found the perfect building. It was about a year ago, and it had been up for lease for a few months. Duncan had his heart set on it, and I was not willing to wait and hope it would be there when he was ready.

Right now it's only a building. I was hoping that Duncan wouldn't be too upset that I outright bought it if he knew that I hadn't touched it. Everything now will be up to him. All the decorating and setting up.

All I know is that I can't wait to see all of Duncan's art along the walls. I know he'll make a lot of money. Duncan is an amazing artist. Plus, he said that there would be a section of the gallery that would be his studio. There he will do portraits for people in whatever style they want.

I think it's a brilliant idea.

This is all worth it. Being a model despite not really loving it. Throwing myself into this world of glam and parties despite that I just want to be alone. Living a life that feels... hollow, rigid, and... wrong. As long as I can take care of the people that I love... It's all worth it.

One day I'll be able to take a break. One day I might even find answers. Maybe one day I'll meet someone like me too. Someone who can help me learn how to control my freak-ish side. Someone who makes me feel... not alone in this world.

As much as I love Ellie and Duncan, they just don't understand what it's like for me. They try, and they're supportive. Especially considering how I would make things move when I was asleep. But they don't get it.

I'm a total freak. No one else in the world is like me. No one has these strange eyes. No one that I know has powers like me. I'm not sure that I would even know, but I feel like I would be able to sense it. Right?

Or maybe not?

This is exactly what I mean. I'm alone in the world. No one has looked for me. No one is like me. I don't even know if I'm human.

To be honest, I think I'm an alien. I just don't know how I got to earth, or why I was left here. To me, it sounds more right than thinking that I belong in this world.

Maybe I don't belong in any world. With anyone. Maybe I am destined to be alone and feel alone. Forever.

A flash of that blonde hair flew across my mind.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will the images away. I don't want to think of that mystery girl anymore. I don't ever want to see her again. I'm sick of these dreams. I'm sick of feeling this way. I hate feeling hollow and guilty at the same time, both for no reason.

Suddenly, I felt smooth arms wrap around me from behind. I didn't need to turn around to know that it was Stella. I stayed under the running water as Stella's hands moved up and down my abs and chest.

"Hmmm, what do you say to another round? Hmmm, darling?" Stella whispered seductively in my ear.

I opened my eyes and turned around to face Stella. She beamed up at me. Without saying anything, I smashed our lips together.

And I desperately tried to shove the guilty feeling that I was betraying someone to the back of my mind, where it will stay, forever.