<span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px">He had offered her a drink, and she had turned it down earlier. But all their talking made her want to get so completely blitzed, that she couldn't remember her name, much less that her sister and father were dead, and that her mother couldn't bother to stick around. The blonde got up from the couch and crossed the room to the stocked bar, where she made herself a Scotch. Her hands stilled in their preparations, and her back went ramrod straight. "I don't know if I can let my feelings out, Oliver. I've pushed them down for so long that I'm not sure what's going to come spilling out."<br/>
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"I feel sick inside, like something is eating away at my insides and I can't do anything about it. I'm so angry, I can barely breathe sometimes. I'm scared that if I take you up on your offer to punch you, it wouldn't just be one punch. I'm worried I might kill you, and I can't take that chance. Everything I know is gone. Starling's been my home my whole life. Good or bad, that's how I've always seen it. But being back here, now, I'm constantly reminded of losing Laurel and my father.  Ever since my father's funeral, it's like something inside of me snapped."<br/>
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"It's almost like I've been doused in the Lazarus Pit again and have bloodlust. The only way I've been able to make it through the day for the last five months, is to turn off my feelings and just fight. It's easier that way." Her eyes watered and she turned to face him, her emotions clear on her face. No tears fell, she wouldn't allow it. The look on her face was a war between pain and anger. "I only feel two things right now. I either feel the need to break down into a sobbing mess that would have me locked up in a psychiatric hospital, or to watch the world burn."<br/>
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"And most days I'd prefer the latter over the former. That day on the Gambit, it changed me, Oliver. And not in a good way. The League and everything I went through before I returned home, made me realize what I'm truly capable of. While the League made me stronger, it also twisted whatever good was inside of me and I haven't been able to untwist it. Everyone thinks that once I got through the bloodlust from the Pit, I've been fine. It's not true. Like you said earlier, I've just learned how to play the game, and gotten better at hiding my issues over the years."<br/>
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"But Laurel's death, and now my father's, it's just too much. And what makes it worse, is that even after knowing everything I've been through, my mother still can't be bothered to be around. Do you know how fucked up it is, that the only person I can really talk to and trust, is my sister's old boyfriend, who I screwed her over with? What does that say about who I am? Do you know that I've thought about killing myself every day since my father died? Losing them cut so deep that most days, I'd rather be<br/>
 dead and with them, than alive and doing anything else.." <br/>
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Sara admitted, as she finally let the tears fall from her eyes and down her cheeks. As they kept talking, the minutes turned into hours, and they had started drinking around the time she had admitted to wanting to kill herself. They lost track of time as they drank, and at one point she moved in and grabbed Oliver, pulled his body against hers as she kissed him. They were too drunk, their thoughts too unclear to realize what they were doing, even as she took off her shirt and placed his hands on her chest, over her breasts. <br/>
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S</span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Assistant">he crushed her lips against his in a forceful and bruising kiss, and didn't protest when he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.</span></span><br/><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 15px"><br/>
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"I'll definitely show you what I like to do at night.." Roy said as he made quick work of pulling off Serena's shirt and then her shorts and tossing them aside. He got rid of his own clothes just as fast, and then pinned her naked body to the bed with his, and wasted no time as he reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a condom absently, as he kissed her. His hands quickly tore the package open and he slipped it on, before moving between her legs and thrusting inside of her in one violent thrust. A dark moan of hunger left him as he continued to kiss her, and as he pulled back and then shoved his cock inside of her once more. <br/>
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His hands resumed playing with her breasts as he did this. Given that he cared about the women in his life, he always made sure to wear protection. He also made sure the woman was on the pill before they slept together. This enraged some women, who got angry and accused him of accusing them of trying to get pregnant and trap him. Until this had happened a few times over the years, he hadn't really meant that as his reason for always being safe with the women he was with. It was always about protecting both of them from STD's, and from pregnancy, given his identity as Arsenal. <br/>
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The last thing he wanted was to endanger a woman he was with by getting her pregnant, and risking it getting out that he was Arsenal. Which was why he was relieved that Serena hadn't been upset or offended when he'd asked her to start taking the pill if she wasn't already on it. He was very grateful that she didn't tear his head off when he watched her take it most mornings, as a measure to calm his concern. This woman that he had only been dating for a week, was starting to mean as much to him as Thea <br/>
had when they were together.<br/>
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Sure, Thea still meant a lot to him and always would. She was the first woman he had ever loved. But she was just a friend now. One of his best friends, sure. But Serena was the one he was starting to fall for. His lips found hers, and one of his hands moved up to cup her cheek gently, as the other squeezed, teased, and played with her breasts and nipples.</span></span>