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A Week Later:
It had been a week since Kyle found out the truth about everything:
About Emmeline being violently attacked, tortured, brutally raped, stabbed, and shot.
His dad and Amber being part of what happened to Emmeline.
It took him about two days to wrap it all around his head.
Emmeline still had no memories of what happened—and Kyle found it more difficult to tell her about Amber than he thought. Still, he told her what he was told: she’s been in a state of shock ever since.
“How are we doing today?” Amy asked, walking in.
“Pretty much the same. Emmie’s still in shock and hasn’t talked much. Her gunshot and all but two of her stab wounds are healing nicely. As of yesterday afternoon, the stab wounds to her right arm are both infected. So, her nurses have been monitoring and keeping them clean so that she doesn’t become septic.” Kyle explained, watching Emmeline.
“Is she up any more than before? Or is she still sleeping a lot?” Amy asked, sitting in a chair.
“She’s up a little more, but for the most part, she sleeps. They took the catheter out yesterday, and she’s able to walk to the bathroom at least.” Kyle answered.
“Well, that’s good. They’ll probably have her start walking the halls soon. How’s eating going?” Amy stated before asking, concerned.
“It depends on when her strength comes back. A nurse or I have to help her to the bathroom because she’s not steady on her feet. As for eating: she’s been drinking water and eating soups. They told her yesterday she could start having puddings, Jell-O, and mashed potatoes, but she never wants anything. She’s been eating soup for three days and I’m not going to fight her to eat anything else right now; I already had to beg her to eat soup. I lost her once already—and it was damn near fatal; I won’t lose her in any other way ever again. I’ll see how she’s doing in a few days.” Kyle told his mother as calmly as possible.
“Well, that’s better than when I was here four days ago.” Amy sighed.
“Yeah. How was Phoebe’s school trip anyway? Where was it again?” Kyle asked, watching Amy.
“Florida. It was nice: hot. I brought pictures and souvenirs. Maybe one day, we’ll all have to go or something.” Amy answered with a sad smile.
“Maybe. Do you have time? Can you stay with Emmie so I can run an errand?” Kyle replied before asking, looking from Emmeline to Amy.
“I can stay for a few hours, but I have to leave at 2:45 to pick your sister up from school.” Amy calmly replied.
“Thank you. Emmie, I have something I need to do real quick. I’m going to head out, but I should be back within an hour. Ok? Mom’s here, so you won’t be alone.” Kyle gently told Emmeline, leaning over the side of the bed next to her.
“Kyle?” Emmeline asked, turning to look at him.
“Just lie down and rest. Maybe watch some TV. Mom’s here; you can always talk to her. Do you need or want anything while I’m out?” Kyle told Emmeline before asking her.
“Will you check on the kitties?” Emmeline softly asked, looking at Kyle.
“Yeah, I can stop at home. Anything else?” Kyle agreed before asking again.
“Can you get my soft purple, black, and blue blanket—and maybe one of my soft body pillows?” Emmeline asked, causing Kyle to sigh a little in relief.
“Yes, I can do that. I might be a little longer than an hour, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Kyle promised Emmeline before gently kissing her forehead.
“Ok.” Emmeline replied, laying down.
“Please don’t leave her for too long. And if you do, let her know: it keeps her mind relaxed.” Kyle told Amy.
“Yes, I know. Don’t worry too much; we’ll be just fine. Now, go so you can get back in time.” Amy told Kyle with a smile.
“Ok. I’ll be back.” Kyle repeated before heading out.
With Emmeline & Amy:
“What’s on your mind?” Amy asked, watching Emmeline.
“Hmm?” Emmeline hummed, confused.
“I can see something burning in your eyes, indicating you’ve got something on your mind. And if I’m correct: it has something to do with Kyle. I can tell just by how you look at him. He loves you more than you’ll ever know. Don’t you ever think otherwise.” Amy firmly told Emmeline.
“I know—but I don’t know why. He deserves better than me—someone who’s so broken. I can’t give him my virginity like I should be able to. And I’m pregnant—and it’s not his. There’s even a chance it’s his dad’s. He’s so successful—and I’m not.” Emmeline emotionally confided in Amy.
“You really are broken. But with that said: you’re not disposable; you’re worth so much more than you believe. You deserve to be loved and cared for just as much as the next person. You’re so much younger than Kyle, yes. But you’re his entire world; he would do anything for you—including putting his life on the line.”
“Eh! Nope, I’m not done. Aside from your father and grandparents, you’ve had nobody to tell you they loved you. You lost your father at a young age—watched him murdered right in front of you. You knew your grandfather was sick and dying, but you weren’t able to be with him in his final moments. You watched and are still watching your grandmother deteriorate. And no matter how much it hurts—and you probably don’t want to believe it; you know it’s true.”
“Your mother is a horrible woman who’s missing out on a great girl. She may be a good mother to your brothers and sister, but in reality; she’s a terrible mother. If she can’t treat you the same—or at least fairly; she’s not a good mother. I know it and you know it. Your stepfather is a horrible man who deserves to fall and rot in a hole for all eternity, only receiving bread and water for the rest of his life. Maybe some saltine crackers as well.”
“Your stepbrother is a disgusting man who hurt you in ways that should’ve never been done to you. He raped you when you were only ten-years-old. Your brothers and sister, who should’ve loved and helped you, didn’t. That makes them just as bad and disgusting as the rest of them. You had one ex who didn’t know what he had and lost you to Kyle. You had another ex who took more choices away from you by locking you up and raping you.”
“Then we come to what happened a few weeks ago. That wasn’t your choice: you didn’t want any of that. You were betrayed by someone you thought was your best friend. For what? Why? For some boy? For drugs? Because she felt betrayed? Listen to me: you didn’t betray her; she betrayed you when chose drugs and that guy over you. Of course, I’m only assuming because we don’t know why she did what she did. But from what I was told; I can only guess that’s why. Before we get to your virginity and being pregnant, I need to ask you something.” Amy firmly but sincerely went on and on, explaining things to Emmeline, getting tears from her.
“You’ve admitted to being suicidal in the past. You’ve admitted to Kyle that he was the reason you stopped and were going to stay stopped. I’m not going to judge you: I nor nobody else has that right. But if this is how you truly feel, why didn’t you give up in that alleyway? Why did you do everything in your power to stay alive? Why did you use duct tape to wrap your wounds in to keep yourself alive if you feel like you have nothing or no one to live for—if you feel Kyle deserves better? Why did you have enough will and strength to stay alive?” Amy firmly asked Emmeline. She wasn’t trying to sound cruel; she was just trying to get her point across Emmeline’s head.
“Kyle.” Emmeline soft spoke.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Amy continued to push.
“Kyle! I love Kyle and wanted to see and be with him again!” Emmeline cried, tears just pouring down her cheeks.
“There we go. Emmeline—up until you and Kyle told each other how you felt and decided to start dating, you had a shit deal and nobody to show you how you should be truly loved and treated. Kyle does all of that for you. He doesn’t beat or rape you; he loves and treats you fairly. He treats you how you should be treated because that’s how he’d like to be treated. And as far as I’m concerned; you do the same. Do you know what I see when I look at you? I certainly don’t see a girl who is nothing. I see a scared, confused girl who’s had a hard, shitty life, who is now in a good place—and it confuses her. You don’t know how to react or feel to this new lease on life you have. Emmeline: that’s where you just relax, let your past go, and let Kyle help and love you. Let him take care of you because that’s all he wants. Well, that, and for you to be happy and safe. And not just him. You have your grandmother: she loves you more than anybody on this Earth. Taylor: she’s like your sister, isn’t she? Caleb and Sampson: they both love and view you like a sister as well. And of course, you have Phoebe and me. With how much Kyle loves you; I can’t see him ever leaving you. I’ve always liked you and now I view you as a daughter, and always will—so long as you don’t hurt Kyle in any way, shape, or form. And Phoebe: she views you as more of a sister than her actual older sister. Ok? Emmeline, you are very loved. And we’re all here for you. And if Amber ever wants to come back; she has to sober up, give up on that guy, and it has to be your choice.” Amy sincerely told Emmeline, looking directly into her eyes, and held her hand.
All Emmeline could do now was cry as she held Amy’s hand.
Ten Minutes Later:
“Now, as for your virginity and being pregnant: Kyle doesn’t care. Sure, I’m sure he would’ve loved to be the one to take your virginity from you after you gave him permission. But to him: just having you is enough. And I’m sure he’s not thrilled that you’re pregnant with another man’s child—quite possibly James’s. But he knows it wasn’t your fault—let alone even your choice. We are a pro-choice family: we believe it’s the girl’s choice what she wants to do with her body—to a certain point. But that’s an entirely different conversation. You were raped: it wasn’t your choice to become pregnant. And no, that’s not the fetus’s fault, but it’s not your fault either. If you want to get an abortion: Kyle, Phoebe, the others, and I will support you. If you don’t want an abortion and want to keep the baby: Kyle, Phoebe, and I will support you no matter what. If you don’t want an abortion, but don’t want the baby: we will support you—and we can help you find a family if you don’t want it in the system. Sweetie: you are family now, and we’ll support you in whatever you want to do—as long as it’s legal.” Amy sincerely told Emmeline after she stopped crying—only to cause her to start crying again.
After about fifteen minutes, Emmeline fell back to sleep. And she seemed peaceful—for an hour until she started twitching, turning, and then the screaming.
With Kyle:
Kyle’s P.O.V.:
I just left the hospital and figured I’d stop at home before running my errand when I ran into someone I didn’t want to run into.
“What do you want, Dane?” I asked, annoyed, unlocking my car.
“I’m here to talk about your father and the rape accusations against him.” Dane, my dad’s lawyer, started speaking.
“I’m not going to help him. And it’s not exactly an accusation when he admitted to doing it. He also admitted to stabbing Emmeline Moore.” I stated, getting into my car.
“Yes, I’m aware of that. But he was under duress when he did what he did. He deeply regrets what he did.” Dane explained, watching me.
“Don’t tell me he’s sorry or regrets what he did because he’s not. He can’t stand Emmeline or that I’m happy with her. When I found out she was in the hospital—and James didn’t know, he didn’t call to ask how she was doing; he called to tell me “how sorry” he was for my loss. He then had the audacity to tell me I needed to get back with Molly—who I absolutely hate. I never wanted anything bad to happen to either of them, but after this… I don’t hope they die, but I do hope they rot in prison—because a deep, dark hole will never happen. So, the next best thing is prison. And I honestly hope he ends up in Eagle Pen: Sexual Predator J Ward.” I firmly told him.
“You don’t mean that, Kyle.” Dane tried telling me.
“Don’t try telling me what I do and do not mean, Dane. I mean every word I said: I—hope—James—ends—up—in—Eagle Pen: Sexual Predator J Ward.” I firmly told Dane, pausing between each word to make myself perfectly clear to him.
“How can you say that about your father?” Dane asked, shocked.
“That man is not my father—and I want nothing to do with him. He raped Emmeline—not once. Not twice. Multiple times in order to try to get her to understand what he wanted; he wanted her to leave me on her terms. I do not want her to leave me period. However, if she were to want to leave me, I’d let her go—after trying to figure out what I could do to make things work if possible. But the only way I would let her leave is if it were one hundred percent what she wanted. He took advantage of and raped her over and over again because he could. The coward that he is, he had help—a lot of help. And he enlisted her so-called best friend to help. Then, to add insult to injury; he stabbed her nine times and allowed my ex and her friend to shoot her. Finally, they left her for dead. To whoever was involved: I want them all to pay. I don’t care how: I just want them all to pay.” I firmly told Dane, not backing down.
“Now, if you excuse me: I’m leaving. I have things I need to do and get done before I come back to Emmeline.” I told Dane before leaving, trying to calm down.
I hated calling her by her name: I preferred calling her “Emmie.”
Sure, when I first met her, I had no problem just calling her by her given name or “Ms. Moore.” We weren’t dating; she wasn’t anyone to me except for my student. Sure, I loved her: I knew how I felt about her almost right away.
Since that first meeting on the stairwell, thinking about her drove me crazy. She was going to be my downfall, and I knew it. I just didn’t realize I’d fall this hard.
And now that we are together, she is “Emmie,” and she will always be “Emmie.” She will always be my Emmie. Or—at least I hope she’ll always be mine.
This girl could be desperately clingy or crazy, and I’d still want to be with her.
The sad thing? I want her to be desperately clingy. I want her always to need me. However, I will never do anything to make her that way. But I will always be there for her.
I don’t care. I just want her. I want her safe, happy, and healthy.
I want kids with her, but if that never happens, I’ll be ok.
Fuck. As much as I enjoy sex, I’d be ok never having it again—not if it’s going to hurt, scare, or scar her.
Fifteen Minutes Later:
Home.
I haven’t been here in a week now—and my mail proves that.
Emmie’s mail proves she hasn’t been here in over a month.
“Hi, guys.” I greeted all the cats as they gathered around my feet.
“I know I haven’t been here in a while: I’ve been with Mommy. Yeah, she’s alive.” I told the cats.
“Dear, Lord; I’m talking to cats like they’re people. Emmie seems to be rubbing off on me.
But I can’t deny it: they seem like they understand me; they got excited when I mentioned that Emmie was alive.
Mr. Shadow jumped up on me and started nuzzling me. He never did that; he was always glued to Emmie. Even when she was missing those three weeks, he never came up to me.
“Yes, she’s not doing well, but she’s alive. She still won’t be home for quite some days yet, but she will be home eventually. Maybe if you let me take some pictures of all of you to take to Mommy; she’ll start feeling better faster.” I told all the cats, remembering I still had a polaroid camera.
They just stared at me while I walked to my hall closet to get my camera. Mr. Shadow still clung to my shoulder.
Once I got my camera, all the cats, including Mr. Shadow and Mr. Franks, ran to the couch to get their photos taken.
I took individual pictures of the cats and one of them altogether.
She wanted a soft body pillow and her purple, blue, and black blanket.
The body pillow, yes; that’s just fine.
The blanket, however:
The cats had been laying on that, and you could tell: there was cat fur all over it.
“Do you think she’d accept this one?” I asked Mr. Shadow when he jumped onto the blanket Emmie requested. I held a soft black and red blanket with white mandala designs all over it.
Ok… I know she can’t wear them now, but perhaps I should grab her at least a pair of clothes as well.
Ten Minutes Later:
I really should’ve had Sampson bring Taylor by to do this—especially picking out panties.
I’ve been standing at her dresser like an idiot for nine minutes just staring at it—at the top drawer, trying to decide if I wanted to open it.
In the end, I just opened the damn drawer and grabbed a pair without looking.
The panties were simple but cute; they suited her well.
Ehem… Anyway: I also picked out what I thought looked like some soft, warm, comfortable pajama pants with a matching short-sleeved top.
I also grabbed Emmie’s favorite stuffed bear. If she’s not sleeping with me, she’s sleeping with that.
If Sampson saw me right now, he’d be laughing his ass off.
“Ok… I’m heading back out. I’ve made sure you have food and water. Whoever checked on you last, cleaned your litterboxes, so you should be good for a few hours. Caleb will be by later to check on you as well. Please eat and drink something to stay healthy; I’m sure Emmie will want you healthy for when she gets back.” I told the cats standing at the door.
The only one who didn’t go off to do whatever was Mr. Shadow; he inched closer and closer to me.
“I’m sorry, Buddy, but you have to stay here. I’ll do my best to make sure Emmie does everything she’s supposed to, so she can come home.” I told Mr. Shadow, watching him. He just let out a pitiful cry before curling into a ball.
Damnit.
But I had to go; I just had to let him be.
Half An Hour Later:
I arrived at a jewelry shop—which just so happened to be next to a pet supplies store.
Damnit.
“Sir, may I help you?” A female associate asked when I walked in.
“Umm… Not at this moment; I’m just browsing.” I replied, looking at some cheap-looking rings. $15-$25.
They were nice rings as promise rings.
It didn’t take me long to find two I thought Emmie would like:
A red glass heart: it was meant to be a ruby. This promise ring symbolized that I promised to love her forever.
A blue glass diamond: it was meant to be a sapphire. This promise ring symbolized that I would protect her for as long as we were together.
“Are you ready to check out?” A lady behind the counter asked when I walked up.
“No, not yet. I need an engagement ring. These are just promise rings.” I replied and explained when I noticed her eyeing the rings I had already picked out.
“What is your budget?” The lady asked, trying to hide her eagerness.
“Umm…”
“Ashlyn, why don’t you help that couple over here? I’ll take care of Mr. Emerson.” A man interrupted me, walking over.
Clearly, this man knows me, but I don’t know him.
The woman, Ashlyn, huffed but walked away.
“Sorry. Ashlyn’s a great saleswoman, but she’s also a snake in the grass.” “How do you know me?” I asked, interrupting the man.
“Oh, right; sorry. My name is Stephen Kote; I’m the owner and manager of this store—and I don’t actually know you. But I do know Emmeline Moore. I know her mother and I knew her father. Her mother had expensive tastes and would come in with her husband often. Her father, I went to school with; he didn’t have expensive tastes in jewelry or material things like that, but he loved going to expensive restaurants. Oh, and all the equipment he bought for his studies. But anyway: I know Emmeline; I used to see her from time to time before you got her out of her situations. It’s hard to get her to accept money from anyone. I tried getting her to take some to try to find a better place to live. I thought of telling her to maybe try finding homes for her cats, but I knew better. I did, however, try telling her to find homes for her grandmother’s cats. That went as well as I expected. But anyway: I had heard her talking about you before. And I’ve seen you two around together a few times. I kind of figured this day was coming. I know that Emmeline is like her father; she’s not a materialistic girl. I could see you were about to say you wanted something simple. If you would’ve done that, Ashlyn would’ve still gotten you to buy something expensive and then pocket the rest of the money; she’s done it before. Sorry for babbling. What can I get you? Do you know what you want or what she likes?” The manager, Stephen Kote, explained, babbling a little.
“She likes blues—specifically light blues.” I answered, looking around.
In the end, I picked a sterling silver band that shaped itself into the flower petals surrounding a one-carat topaz diamond.
“You have a nice evening. I hope Emmeline feels better.” Stephen told me after I paid before leaving.
Emmie had been all over the news this last week.
We all knew that what happened to Emmie would be all over the news: that we expected. However, her name was supposed to stay out of the press; she didn’t want anyone knowing anything until she was ready. But some moron found out and leaked it to a news reporter, who ran everything anyway despite being asked not to.
This same reporter forced her way into Emmie’s room and started pestering her until being escorted out by security after Emmie had a panic attack.
Sadie Shader, also known as Shady Sadie. She always got a story no matter what stood in her way—or who she hurt.
Well, this time will be the last time—I hope.
On the way out of the store, I stopped by those prize machines and got one of those fake, plastic rings for $0.50. This was also a promise ring. This one symbolized that I wouldn’t always be so serious and would have fun.
Damnit.
“Mercy Medical ER. How may I be of assistance?” A voice asked on the other end.
After staring at the pet supplies store for five minutes, I decided to call the hospital.
“Yes, can I speak to someone in charge?” I calmly asked.
“Just a moment.” The voice replied, putting me on hold.
“Hello, this is Hayden Gage: I am the manager of Mercy Medical Hospital. How may I help you?” A man asked after five agonizingly long minutes.
“My name is Kyle Emerson: I’m calling on behalf of Emmeline Moore.” I replied, shuddering a little.
I know it’s stupid: it’s her name. But as I stated before: I hate calling her “Emmeline” and prefer to call her “Emmie.”
“Oh, yes. I know of you both. I’ve been told you’re always with her. What can I do for you? Do you need me to come to her room?” Hayden asked, sounding bothered.
“No. I’m out on an errand right now. I know it may be against policy, but Emmeline’s not doing so well; she’s depressed and in shock. And she has several cats. I was wondering if I could bring them in to cheer her up.” I calmly requested.
“At a time, she may only have one pet with her. We usually only have patients who have dogs, but as long as the cat has food, water, a litter box, and won’t attack any of her cords. The litter box must be cleaned daily for as long as a cat is present in the room. And the door must remain closed at all times. If a nurse or someone knocks on the door, the cat must be nowhere near it. The cat must also be in a carrier when not in the patient’s room.” Hayden sternly explained.
“Yes, of course. I’m just hoping this helps her healing process.” I replied.
“Of course: that’s why we allow dogs and cats.” Hayden replied.
“Well, thanks for the information. Bye.” I thanked Hayden before hanging up, not knowing what else to say.
“Bye.” I heard him just before hanging up.
Me -> Caleb, Sampson, & Taylor:
~Don’t worry about taking care of the cats right after school~
~I got them a little bit ago~
~Plz just check on them around 6ish tonight~
~Also, I talked to the hospital manager about allowing Emmie’s cats in~
~He said one cat at a time~
~I will be hopefully taking Mr. Shadow to her~
Me -> Mom
~I’m going to be a little later than expected~
~Something came up~
~Nothing’s wrong; you’ll see when I get back~
~How’s Emmie doing?~
Mom -> Me:
~She was sleeping peacefully until about 10 minutes ago~
Me -> Mom:
~What happened?~
Mom -> Me:
~She had a night terror or something & woke up—screaming for you~
Me -> Mom:
~Is she ok?~
Mom -> Me:
~She’s sedated~
~I told her you were running an errand~
~& you would be back soon~
~She’s sleeping again~
Me -> Mom:
~OK~
~Thank you~
Mom -> Me:
~It’s no problem~
~Just finish what you need & get back here~
Me -> Mom:
~See you soon~
I have to make this quick.
Damnit…
60MPH only
An Hour Later:
“Mr. Shadow!” I called throughout the house.
“Mrow.” Mr. Shadow slowly walked over to me.
As soon as he saw a cat carrier, his fur started standing on end.
“Do you want to visit Emmie for a day or so? If you do, you have to go in the carrier. If you can’t do that, one of the others can visit her.” I firmly told Mr. Shadow. He seemed to understand me just fine because he very slowly walked into the kennel—hissing a little when he got in there.
“I promise; all of you will visit Emmie at some point.” I told the cats as they all looked at me, confused. They then walked away before Mr. Shadow and I left for the hospital.
About Ten Minutes Later:
I was on my way to Emmie when I saw Phoebe and Tony walking along the side of the road.
“What are you two doing out of school? There’s still three hours left. That being said: how long have you been out of school? From your school to the hospital is at least a two hour walk.” I scolded the two after pulling over.
“We wanted to visit Emmeline.” Phoebe guiltily spoke, leaving something out.
“We also couldn’t stand the stares of the other students or teachers after they found out we knew Emmeline—and that we were “friends” with her. Also, that crazy lady reporter wouldn’t leave us alone. Right now, she thinks Phoebe’s laying in the nurse’s office and I’m ditching.” Tony gave me the rest of the information.
“You are ditching. And because Crazy’s not following you, she must know Phoebe’s closer to Emmie than you. How did you even get out because you hate ditching? I sighed before asking, looking from Tony to Phoebe.
“I forged Amy’s signature, saying you were outside waiting for her.” Tony answered like it was nothing.
“Get in. You can help me carry things into the hospital, so I don’t have to make more than one trip.” I firmly told them.
“Thank you.” Phoebe replied, climbing into the back—after seeing Mr. Shadow in the front.
“Why is the cat in the front?” Tony asked, annoyed.
“I’m making sure he stays in his kennel. Emmie usually never puts him into one because he absolutely can’t stand them. Get in and be grateful I’m not taking you back to school.” I responded, waiting.
“You’re not going to tell Mom, are you?” Phoebe nervously asked.
“I won’t have to: she’s at the hospital, watching Emmie for me. Relax. Just explain to her why you left. And I mean about Crazy, not wanting to visit Emmie. Ok. Everything will be fine.” I calmly replied, watching the road.
“What about walking on the highway?” Tony asked, rolling his eyes at me.
“Help me carry things up to Emmie’s room and I’ll tell Mom I found you two three blocks away from the school.” I answered, becoming annoyed.
“Deal.” Phoebe agreed right away.
“Good. Here we are. When I park and we get out, I’m taking Mr. Shadow, bag of cat food, and a bag I have up front. Phoebe: I want you to get the bag with Emmie’s clothes and stuffed animal, her body pillow and blanket. Tony: I need you to take the litter box, litter, the food and water dishes. Got it?” I instructed, pulling into a parking spot.
“Yes.” Phoebe and Tony replied.
Phoebe was happy to help; she was always happy to help and please the people she loved. Her over-eagerness to please others is something Mom and I want her to change a little about herself; she needs to concentrate on herself first before helping others.
Tony: he just didn’t want my mother to tell his parents he not only skipped school. But that he and Phoebe were walking along the highway. He’s a brat, but he’s a good kid.
“Everybody ready?” I asked, watching Phoebe and Tony.
“Yep. Can we see Emmeline?” Phoebe replied before asking.
“That’s the plan.” I replied, leading the way.
“Just one pet?” A security guard sternly asked, greeting us.
“Yes—just one cat: Mr. Shadow.” I replied, allowing him to search the cat carrier.
“Ok. Go ahead.” The security guard let us go.
“Ahhh! Kyle! Kyle! Kyle! Ahhh!” I heard Emmie screaming once we were four rooms away.
“I’m coming, Emmie!” I called, speed-walking to her room.
I would’ve run, but I had Mr. Shadow; so, I couldn’t.
“What’s going on?” I asked as soon as I got into the room.
I set Mr. Shadow and my bag on the ground and went to Emmie’s side.
“Emmie, shh… Shh… It’s ok; I’m right here.” I gently told Emmie, rubbing her forehead.
“Kyle…” Emmie cried, clinging to me.
“I’m right here. Shh…” I gently repeated.
“Excuse me. Again, Ms. Moore?” A nurse asked, squeezing past Phoebe and Tony.
“Nooo… D-d-don’t let her date me again.” Emmie begged, mispronouncing “sedate.”
“I want to stop her, but I can’t. Emmie, you need to calm down. Wait. How long ago did you sedate her?” I gently told Emmie before asking the nurse after what she said set in.
“She was here the last time Emmeline woke up screaming—nearly half an hour ago. It’s not for pain, so she shouldn’t be sedated again, but if she doesn’t calm down, the nurse has every right to sedate her.” Mom explained, watching me.
“Emmie, look at me: I’m right here. I’m not leaving again unless I have to. I’m certainly not leaving anymore today. Take a deep breath and relax. Do that, and I have a surprise for you.” I calmly told Emmie, holding her hand in mine.
I didn’t want Emmie to be sedated any more than she did. But I knew if she didn’t calm down, the nurse would go through with it regardless of what we wanted.
It took a few minutes, but Emmie calmed down enough to where the nurse could leave without sedating her.
“Now that she’s gone, let’s discuss the other issue. What are you two doing here instead of school?” Mom asked Phoebe and Tony.
“I found them three blocks away from school: I figured I’d pick them up and bring them here—after leaning why they weren’t in school.” I started before letting Phoebe and Tony explain the rest.
“I wanted to see Emmeline—and that reporter was at school, asking questions. Tony helped me forge your signature to get out. The reporter wouldn’t leave me alone—no matter where I was.” Phoebe honestly explained.
“That woman is a stalker or something; she even followed Phoebe—and me into the bathrooms.” Tony added, shocking me—and pissing Mom off: I could just see it in her eyes.
“That woman is lucky I wasn’t there. I wish you would’ve called me first, but I suppose I understand. However, I can tell when my children are lying to me: you two were on the highway. I can see the evidence in your hair. Kyle: I want to say you know better—and you do, but your mind is focused on Emmeline. Phoebe: you’re grounded for the weekend for walking on the highway. Tony: I will be contacting Sampson and let him figure it out what actions to take next. Now, what did you have for Emmeline?” Mom scolded us before calmly asking.
“Right. I brought you one of your body pillows: soft but not fuzzy. I know which blanket you wanted, but the cats had been lying on it, covering it in their fur. So, I grabbed you a different one. I hope you don’t mind.” I started explaining, having Phoebe hand me the blanket and pillow.
“Thank you. No, I don’t mind; I understand.” Emmie softly replied, shifting a little; she placed the pillow behind her, against the bars so they wouldn’t push into her back.
“I also grabbed you your favorite teddy bear and a pair of pajamas for when you get released. I uhh… I also grabbed you a pair of underwear. I swear I didn’t look in the drawer; I just randomly grabbed a pair.” I told her, becoming a little flustered as she started blushing a little.
And then it happened:
“Hahaha. Thank you.” Emmie laughed and thanked me, laughing.
She was a little out of breath, but she was laughing—and was genuinely happy.
Emmeline’s P.O.V.:
Seeing Kyle become so flustered like that: it made me happy.
It hurt, but I couldn’t help but laugh.
I know I shouldn’t; I should be more embarrassed—or maybe annoyed that he went into my underwear drawer when I didn’t ask him.
Most girls would be, right?
But why?
Kyle was just being kind and helpful.
The truth is I didn’t even think about comfortable clothes; I was just thinking about how I didn’t want to be alone.
He brought me what I asked for, plus more.
I’m so grateful. How could I not be?
Kyle’s so caring and is just trying to help.
What’s wrong with me?
Before I met Kyle, I was ok on my own for the most part.
I was ok not trusting anyone except Grandma, Taylor, and Amber.
And as it would turn out, Amber was someone I should’ve never trusted.
Was I that blind or stupid or something?
Was I that desperate to have friends?
I had been friends with Amber since we were four. I never thought she’d do anything like this.
I could move past that she owed me a lot of money and the drugs. But now—I don’t know.
“Emmie?” Kyle asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Yes?” I asked, concerned.
“These aren’t the only things I brought; I have another surprise. But you have to stay calm.” Kyle calmly yet firmly told me.
“Ok. But you didn’t have to go through all that trouble.” I told him.
“Oh, trust me: I did. And it was no trouble at all. Come on.” Kyle told me before turning around.
I then vaguely heard a clicking noise.
“Remember: behave or you have to go home.” I heard Kyle say to someone.
When he turned back around to face me, I couldn’t help it and started crying.
“Mr. Shadow.” I cried even more; he looked so thin.
He didn’t struggle against Kyle. But as soon as he was on the bed, he walked up to me and started cuddling me.
“I’ve missed you, too.” I told him as he continuously headbutted me.
“He hasn’t eaten much since you haven’t been home, but he did eat while I was home—before I found out you were at a hospital. He’s been depressed without you at home.” Kyle told me.
“Mr. Shadow—you need to eat food and drink water. You have to stay healthy too. What about the others?” I told Mr. Shadow as firmly as I could before asking Kyle.
“They all seem fine. I mean, they miss you and have been a little off—even Mr. Franks. But they’re all eating, drinking, and using their litter boxes just fine. Mom, Caleb, Sampson, and Taylor have been checking on them while we’ve been here.” Kyle told me, getting things around.
“Are they here as well?” I asked, watching Kyle.
“No. One pet per patient. I figured I’d start with Mr. Shadow and go from there. I’m sure you’re going to be here for at least another week. I’ll take Mr. Shadow back home in a day or so and bring one of the others for a night or so.” Kyle told me as a nurse walked in.
“There are ways around that. The manager of the hospital, Hayden, made the rule, but he’s never here: he only comes in once a month-at the beginning to check on things. He just left for the Bahamas with his wife. As long as it’s no more than five cats, one visitor could bring a cat in, followed shortly by a second visitor. Now, just hold still while I get your vitals. How are you feeling?” The nurse explained before instructing and then asking.
“A little tired—and crampy.” I honestly answered, trying to sit up.
“Well, that’s indicative of a miscarriage.” The nurse stated, running a thermometer over my forehead.
“Miscarriage?” I asked, confused.
“Yes. You miscarried earlier this morning: it’s probably due to all the stress. You didn’t know? Didn’t anyone tell you?” The nurse explained before asking, watching me.
“No. Kyle?” I answered before asking Kyle.
“Nobody said anything to me. I know they kicked me out of the room for a little bit to give her privacy for some exam. But they said everything was fine.” Kyle answered, watching the nurse; I could see the annoyance on his face.
“That’s interesting. Would you mind if I did an ultrasound to doublecheck things?” The nurse asked after she got done checking everything.
“Can Kyle stay?” I asked, watching the nurse.
“You can have whoever you want in here with you. We want our patients to be comfortable with whatever we’re doing; that’s one of the reasons we allow pets. But anyway: I’ll get an order for an ultrasound machine and look into who your nurse earlier was. Is there anything I can get you?” The nurse explained before asking.
“Can you turn the heat down a little?” I asked, feeling hot all over—especially my forehead.
“How about I get you a wet rag for your forehead first? You still have a fever of 102.4: that’s probably why you feel so hot. If the wet rag doesn’t help, then I’ll turn the heat down a little. With that said, your pulse and blood pressure are normal.” The nurse explained, placing a cool, wet rag on my forehead: it felt nice.
“I’ll be back in a little bit.” The nurse informed us before leaving.
“Well, there’s some good news.” Amy spoke up first.
“Yes.” Kyle sighed, relieved.
“Is Grandma going to come visit again?” I asked, watching Kyle and Amy.
“Not today, but I planned on picking her up tomorrow sometime.” Amy told me with a smile.
“What’s on your mind?” Kyle asked as Phoebe and Tony sat down.
“The nurse said we could have more than one cat—up to five. Grandma hasn’t seen her kitty’s in a long time. I was wondering if someone could bring them by—so she could see them tomorrow.” I answered, trying to sit a little now that Mr. Shadow went to eat.
“I’ll talk to or text Caleb and Sampson. Taylor and Sampson always come in together, so I’m sure people know or would suspect something was up if they came in separately with two cats.” Kyle told me.
“No offense, but I’ve heard you have a lot of cats: are Sampson and Caleb going to be able to tell which cat is which?” Tony asked, making a point.
“Yes. Caleb and Sampson know Mr. Franks and Mr. Shadow for sure. They may not know them by name, but they also know that Caroline’s cats aren’t colorful like Emmie’s cats. Johnny Cash and Michael Jackson are both big black and gray cats.” Kyle calmly explained.
“They’re Maine Coon and tabby mixes.” I softly spoke up.
“That reminds me: here. I took these before I knew you could have pets here. I hoped they would help you feel better.” Kyle told me, showing me pictures of the cats he had taken.
“Thank you.” I replied, crying again.
“Well, I should get the rebels home. I can’t promise anything about Tony, but I’ll bring Phoebe by again to visit. Feel better, Sweetie. Your grandmother and I will see you tomorrow.” Amy told me, gently hugging me.
“Can I hug you?” Phoebe cautiously asked.
“Sure.” I softly replied, stunned.
“Be gentle, Phoebe.” Amy seriously told her.
“Yes, Mom. Feel better soon.” Phoebe replied before telling me, carefully hugging me.
“See you ‘round. Bye.” Tony told me before leaving with Phoebe and Amy.
“Hello: we’re here for the ultrasound.” The nurse from before kindly informed, walking in with an ultrasound machine and a technician of some sort.
“Ok. I’m here. What’s the problem?” A different nurse—from way earlier in the day asked, annoyed; she was the one who did the last ultrasound.
“We’re just making sure whether there’s a baby in there or not.” The nice nurse answered, getting everything ready.
“Well, there shouldn’t be; she had an abortion after all.” The mean nurse replied in that matter-of-fact sort of tone.
“What do you mean she had an abortion? I was told she miscarried.” The nice nurse replied, setting down the wand, staring at the technician.
“I was told she miscarried. I was told to watch over and make sure all went well.” The technician quickly defended herself.
“I mean what I mean: she had an abortion. I gave her the pills and we went from there.” The mean nurse answered with an annoyed or frustrated huff.
“Is that why you seemed so shocked when we told you about the miscarriage?” The nice nurse sternly asked me.
“She didn’t want the baby; that much was clear with how much she flip-flopped this past week. One day she wanted to keep the baby and one day, she didn’t. But more often than not; she didn’t want the rape baby. She only ever debated because her grandmother and cop uncle are pushier than hell and were scaring her. It’s not fair for a baby to be born into all that.” The mean nurse explained before I could say anything.
“What are you saying? You’re telling me you gave her an abortion without her consent? How did you get passed all that?” The nice nurse asked, horrified.
“I forged her signature and gave her the pills. What’s the big deal?” The mean nurse demanded, annoyed.
“The big deal is that it wasn’t your choice to make! You not only broke rules, but also the law. Do you know just how much trouble we could get in for this?!” The nice nurse snapped.
“She didn’t want the baby!” The mean nurse yelled.
“Stop! This arguing isn’t good for Ms. Moore. Now that the choice had been taken away from you: do you know what you were planning?” The technician scolded the two nurses before asking me.
“I… I’m sorry, Kyle. I was going to have the baby—but I was going to try to put it up for adoption. Taylor was telling me that there was this program or something where I could look through people and choose who would adopt the baby. There’s also something called an open adoption—where I could be part of the baby’s life. But the only reason I’d want an open adoption would’ve been so I could write the baby a letter explaining why for when it was older.” I explained before losing it; I couldn’t stop crying.
Why do my choices keep getting taken away?
Why don’t I get to make my own choices?
Will I ever be able to make my own choices?
Why?
“Emmie, you don’t ever have to apologize for something like this. I told you that no matter what you decided, I’d be there supporting you, one-hundred-fifty percent of the way.” Kyle gently but seriously told me, holding my hand.
“You two go figure whatever it is you need to figure out; I’ll take care of the ultrasound. Go.” The technician took charge, kicking both nurses out.
“Ok—now, that they’re gone, let’s get this taken care of. Please no phones in use.” The technician told me before telling Kyle.
“I’ll be right outside. I have to call Caleb and Sampson to make sure they’ll be ok with bringing the cat in tomorrow. I’ll be right back.” Kyle told me, gently kissing my forehead.
“Ok.” I replied, watching him head out.
“You have a great man in your life. This is going to be cold.” The technician told me with a smile before warning me. She put some jelly on my stomach, and then that wand.
After a few minutes, the technician pulled the wand away with a sigh.
“It’s no longer in there, is it?” I asked, watching the technician.
“No. I’m sorry.” The technician sadly apologized.
“Thank you, but it’s not your fault.” I replied, looking out the window.
“Is there something else on your mind?” The technician asked, watching me.
“I was just wondering if you knew who I could talk to about some kind of birth control.” I asked, looking out the window.
“I will contact someone for you. Female, yes?” The technician replied right away.
“Yes, thank you.” I replied, trying not to cry.
“Unless you need anything else, I’ll let you be.” The technician calmly told me.
“I’m good, thank you.” I replied as Mr. Shadow jumped next to me.
“Feel better soon.” The technician told me before leaving.
Normal P.O.V.:
“Caleb, Sampson, and Taylor agreed to pick up the cats and bring them in tomorrow after school. I hope you don’t mind, but I told Caleb he could bring Liliana to visit when he asked. I’m sorry, Emmie. And hey: I know may not make you feel better, but Mom and I know people who would’ve loved to adopt your baby—and would’ve given it the letter you would’ve written. With that said: you have all the time in the world to think about what you want.” Kyle told Emmeline before sincerely telling her.
“What we want?” Emmeline asked, looking at Kyle, reaching for him.
“What we want, yes. So long as we’re together, yes.” Kyle replied, bending to grab his bag.
“I want to resign.” Emmeline spoke up, confusing Kyle.
“You want—to resign? Resign from what?” Kyle asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“School—completely.” Emmeline replied, tugging at Kyle to get him to lie down.
“I’ll lay next to you in a minute. What do you mean you want to resign from school completely? It’s not because you’re being held back, is it?” Kyle asked, pulling away to sit in a chair so he could look into her eyes.
“No… I don’t know if I feel safe there anymore.” Emmeline replied, confusing Kyle even more.
“O-k. Emmie, what’s going on?” Kyle firmly asked.
“I don’t know for sure—and I don’t want to get anyone in trouble because of an accusation that could be false.” Emmeline replied, looking down while playing with her fingers.
“What is going on?” Kyle asked, almost demanding an answer.
“It’s fuzzy, but I started remembering things—when I sleep. I wake up and it’s too fuzzy to remember everything, but I think there was someone else there—a few more someones. Maybe two or three more men. But I can’t place them—except for one—maybe.” Emmeline started babbling.
“Emmie, you have to tell the police. You know this, don’t you?” Kyle sternly asked.
“I know. But at the same time: how do I tell them something when I don’t know if it’s true or not?” Emmeline asked, becoming upset.
“Would you be comfortable with trying hypnotherapy?” Officer Crow asked, walking in.
“Where’s Andrew?” Emmeline asked, looking at Officer Crow.
“Honestly, I’m not sure. Nobody’s seen him in a few days; we just figured he was taking vacation time.” Officer Crow answered with a sigh.
“What about hypnotherapy?” Kyle asked, watching Officer Crow.
“Yes. My chief of police, Officer Kite was here a few days ago while Emmeline was asleep. He said he noticed she was twitching and moaning in her sleep; he figured her memories are buried deep down but are trying come out. The choice is up to Emmeline, of course. But I’m supposed to strongly recommend it if you want justice—especially if there’s more people out there.” Officer Crow explained, watching Emmeline.
“When?” Emmeline nervously asked.
“Whenever you get out. We don’t want or like to do these kinds of things in a hospital. Don’t worry about contacting anyone; Chief Kite knows someone, but he won’t say who because he wants it to remain a secret. Yes, you’ll be able to have one to two people with you if you wish. From what I understand: in cases like yours, it’s best to have someone else with anyway.” Officer Crow explained. He also answered Emmeline’s question before she even asked.
“They’ll stop if I ask?” Emmeline nervously asked.
“No. Sorry. I’ve only seen this done once or twice: the person under the hypnotism isn’t technically with us at the time of being put under; they go back to wherever the hypnotizer sends them. But if at any time, Kyle feels you’re in need of assistance; he can stop it.” Officer Crow answered Emmeline, carefully explaining what he knew.
“Ok—I’ll do it.” Emmeline softly and nervously replied.
“Great. But until then, I do need to know who you think you remembered being there so that we can watch out for them just in case. We won’t go near him unless you’re absolutely sure he’s the right guy. But we do need to watch and make sure he doesn’t hurt any other girls if he is part of the gang that hurt you.” Officer Crow firmly told Emmeline, making sure she knew just how important this was.
“…The man in my nightmares is Mr. Gregory—from school. But it’s so fuzzy, I could be wrong.” Emmeline hesitantly answered before quickly adding.
“Does Mr. Gregory have a first name?” Mr. Crow asked, writing down what Emmeline told him.
“That is his first name. He doesn’t go by his last name as a teacher; his full name is “Gregory Taiyer.” He started teaching at that school when I was a twelve-year-old sophomore. He was thirty-four or thirty-five then; he’s forty-seven or forty-eight now.” ‘I knew I never liked him.’ Kyle answered, annoyed before angrily thinking to himself.
“Thank you. I will look into Mr. Gregory and let you know what I find out—so long as Chief Kite approves. I’ll let you be for the rest of the day—unless you have something else you want to add.” Officer Crow replied and then informed.
“Not that I can think of at this moment.” Emmeline softly replied.
“Ok. Feel better.” Officer Crow insisted before heading out.
As the days went by, Emmeline and Kyle grew to trust Officer Crow.
“Kyle, are you ok? I promise as long as you promised, I’d tell you if I knew who was there if there were others.” Emmeline desperately told Kyle.
“I know you would. I’m just a little frustrated. Just like you, I can’t prove anything, but the looks I see Mr. Gregory giving you sometimes—I don’t know. I never liked nor trusted that man—and now I don’t like or trust him even more. But I won’t do anything: I’m going to stay right here with you unless I have to switch out cats.” Kyle firmly told Emmeline.
“I’m glad you’re staying with me.” Emmeline replied with a soft smile.
“I don’t want to lose you again. I’ve already lost you once—and it was nearly permanent: I can’t risk it. The only way I’d risk anything is if they’d killed you. But that didn’t happen and you’re still alive and with me.” Kyle sincerely told Emmeline, becoming emotional.
“Kyle—I love you so much.” Emmeline replied with a genuine smile that Kyle loved oh, so much.
“Emmie, I can’t lose you. The errand I ran—that was for you. You don’t have to answer yet—and we can wait for long as you want.” “Kyle?” Emmeline interrupted Kyle, confused.
“Please—I need to do this. Emmeline (Emmie) Nixie Moore: I love you more than anything or anyone—and more than I have anything or anyone before. I know I probably sound like a broken record by now. But after you went missing for three weeks—and finding out you were abducted and all that… I just can’t lose you ever again. Please, except these rings.” Kyle emotionally told Emmeline, pulling out three boxes and the mystery ring from the machine.
“Kyle, you didn’t have to go out and buy me rings.” Emmeline tearfully told Kyle. But inside, she was happily dancing around.
“I know I didn’t. But I wanted to. And I tried finding ones that weren’t too over the top. This one only cost me $0.50: it was from one of those machines. It’s a promise ring that means I, Kyle Emerson, promise to keep mystery and playfulness in our relationship—and to not be so serious all the time.” Kyle told Emmeline, popping open the plastic ball because she didn’t have enough strength in her hands yet. It was an artificial gold band with a fake plastic purple moon.
“It’s pretty.” Emmeline stated as Kyle placed the ring on her finger; it just fit.
“I won’t tell you how much the rest of the rings cost. Just know, I didn’t spend an arm and a leg—just enough to hopefully make you happy. This is also a promise ring. This promise ring symbolizes that I will love you forever.” Kyle told Emmeline, placing the red ring on her finger, just above the fake ring.
Emmeline couldn’t respond; she was too busy happily crying.
“And this promise ring symbolizes that, from now on, I promise to protect you. I will do better to protect you.” Kyle continued, placing the blue ring above the red ring.
“Kyle…” “Wait. Please, I have one more. Emmie, I love you so much—and I want this to be perfect. And while this isn’t how I would’ve wanted to ask you this; I can’t wait any longer. I’ll wait for an answer for as long as you need, but I need to ask. Emmie, will you marry me and become Emmeline Emerson some day in the future—whenever you want?” Emmeline started only to be interrupted by Kyle asking her to marry him.
“Yes. Of course, I will. Not right now—in the future, of course. But I don’t know how I’m going to wear all these rings. And you didn’t need to buy these; I’d be happy with just you asking.” Emmeline honestly answered with a smile and tears.
“I know. But again, I wanted to. And it’s only a carat. If you weren’t so stubborn, I would’ve gotten you two carats. I’m kidding; I know how you are. And I know rings don’t make everything, but for me—I guess I just wanted to do something special for you. Also, I bought a sterling silver chain for your rings because I know you don’t wear rings.” Kyle told Emmeline, starting to babble, making her giggle a little.
“Lay with me?” Emmeline asked, patting the spot next to her.
“Of course.” Kyle replied, climbing into the bed next to her.
“Thank you for everything, Kyle. I love you.” Emmeline told Kyle as soon as she was able to cling to him.
“No, thank you for saying “yes.” I love you, too—so much more than you’ll ever know.” Kyle replied, gently holding her so that he wouldn’t hurt her.
After a few minutes, Emmeline fell asleep. Whereas Kyle fell asleep after an hour or so; he spent most of his time awake playing with Emmeline’s hair and kissing the top of her head…