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 Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 12:51 am
..:: BLAH! ::.
A strange title. Yes! Well I have yet to name my work. I think often a piece of work should be named after it has been finished.
As it is my story is not yet finished. In the process of editing it.
I am how ever so happy at the fact that I have finally finished this story plot.
..:: Blurb ::..
Jake grew up with the most famous run away in history. Emily McCarthy. They say that she was tipped over the edge when her father died expectantly. Little did he know the truth.
“Not that bad! Not that BAD?” Emily's voice soared over the flat screen television. “The vicious p***k killed my dad, tore my family apart! He is the epitome of bad!”.... “Evillest man in history!”
Finding her was easy, for him, but convincing her to come back to the rest of her family is a different matter. Especially seeing as she is not the only family member missing.
..:: Conents ::.. Prologue: Second post
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 12:53 am
..:: Prologue ::..
In every story there is always that one person that gets punched the face. Not only was I the one, my brothers shitty girlfriend was the one to do it. I was only telling the truth too.
Anyway here is how it all started. The longer version of course! It started out as a tragic Romeo and Juliet love story. Lovers from two different worlds with fighting families, well minus the family and add a country or two. My mother a ruler Of Ern, My father was from the serine world of the sky, Gree. Anyone and anything capable in your imagination lived there. It was the most peaceful places, for years the rulers of Gree and Ern had despised each other. Let alone even think about what my parents had done/were doing.
At first, it was only a small sparked of curiosity about the opposite world. They would travel to the other, often meeting in the middle to act as each others guide. No one knew. That was until a meeting was called by the high ruler. He was the head of the brother hood of the court. The brother hood for years had always traditionally been men, as they were the favoured birth right of the rulers. My mother was the first to sit with them as the only female ruler.
It was then my mother and father truly fell in live. Although it is quiet hard to disagree with your lover/wife, so eventually they had to tell everyone. Well only because of my brothers and me, yes, that’s right. 9 months later my mother cave birth to the worst thing in her life. Us! From the moment we were born everything went wrong.
The only boy out of the three triplets was kidnapped a week after birth. My mother was so heard broken. She never got over it, or the birth. She was always sick when ever I saw her. It finally ends her life a few years later. When bother my sister and I were four at the time.
She moved away with a foster family as was tradition. I haven’t seen her in a while, really should do it. I continued living with my father as I had before. Well that was only for a few months. After my mothers death my father asked our uncle to move in our palace with us. His wife was to teach me how to be a lady, while my father, how to rule a country. Unfortunately with my uncle came his scams of how to ‘dethrone’ my father. The last plan worked, two days later my father was dead, Poisoned slowly by some thing only royals know how to leave no trace with. I can’t say it was ever proven by any one that my uncle did it, but I’m sure he did it in any case.
So that’s the really long part over and done with. Now for the shorter part: I ran away and found a great bunch of people to live with- New Family. Charlie, my older half brother, (I’ll explain later) found me when I was searching for my triplet brother. I already knew where my sister was by that time. Here is the start to those two thinks, they join up together eventually.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 1:16 am
..:: Chapter One- The Deadly Truth! ::.. This day could not get any better. Thank heavens for birth dates. Well that and Sexy new guys- two new guys to be exact that we could ‘oogle’ at while eating our lunch. My best friend, Alice, and I sat there in the boring old concrete quad at school, in our usually lunch spot. It was a shabby old barbeque table, painted over several times to get rid of the graffiti. The current colour was some where within the range of grey to spew. It sat under a half dead tree, which on clouded over days like this, wasn’t so bad, because it had leaves on this side and not the other.
There was tall, dark, and handsome. He had was sporting causal sports cloths. Canterbury pants, the dark ones with the elastic around the ankles, with a white button down shirt. I guess it looked alright, but it was missing a scarf. He looked like Alice’s dream guy though. Her eyes were fixed on him the whole time, taking in every part of his well defined body.
I can’t say he was my type though. He was much to defined for my liking. How ever I did like the look of his fallow new comer: the Tall, blond and slightly skinny guy. Now the skinny guy was sporting the fashionable red washed Skinny Jeans, and a simple t-shirt, with a cap that hid his facial features. A Shame really because the rest of him was perfect to look at, I was just hoping he wasn’t a butter-face. Every things looks great, but his face! Hahah, my Adoptive brother taught me that saying.
We didn’t know their names, nor did we care. It was my birthday so I had the right to just stair at the new boys. It wasn’t a crime or anything, right? Well okay so sexual harassment is, but we weren’t touching them. Maybe Alice was mind rapping the darker one of the two, but I don’t think he noticed to much.
My broken ankle was fine as it was not raining. I had broken it last week during the last football game of the season. Seeing as I am a goalie I seemed quiet hard. I did an amazing slide and got the ball only to have the player on the opposite team, lay into my leg with her boot. As she connected with my ankle, my ankle connected to the metal goal post behind it. It was clear that I had the ball. She was red carded, thankfully. I wanted to play the rest of the game, but they wouldn’t let me. So I have to watch. We still won, but I was stuck with it for my birthday.
Although I still couldn’t think how my last birthday at school was going to bad. It was nearly the end of the day, and nothing had gone wrong. I had already passed a test with the best marks. Plus I had completed my research project on organic drinks, and allergies. Plus I was just stittng there in the sun, if you could call a cloudy day ‘sunny’. There were new boys to look at, as a special present from fate to look at while we ate.
“Man, why couldn’t they have gotten here at the start of the year,” Complained another girl sitting with us. Her blond ringlets had flattened out into the dead straight hair since the start of the day, which she was disappointed about, poor Katie.
“I know.” Complained Alice with her,
The bell rang just as the New boys decided to finished playing basket ball. It was always last point closest to the bell won. One jumped shot into the hoop by the blond one and it was over.. Glad at least they could run around on both of their legs. Lucky them! I wish with all my might that I could do that at the moment. It sucks having to wait for everyone else to go inside while you are on crutches and then go inside, because it takes you like 5 fives to get through the door. Surprisingly they strolled over to us, I felt a twang of guilt about the previous though of jealosy that had been racing around in my head. I still didn’t see how it was fair for them to be able to jump in puddles.
“Wants some help up” Asked the blond with the hat on. His voice was smooth and calming. How could you be Jealous at him for being able to run around all day with ease. How ever I still was about it.
“No! I’m good.” Lucky for me I was good liar. I always struggled to get up with my bum ankle, but I didn’t want pity from the new boy because I had a broken ankle. He how ever was already with his bag on his shoulder, and stood like he was waiting for some one, or at least for me to admit I need help getting up. Which I was never going to do, My pride was at stack here.
“Are you sure?” He asked gain as I just about fell over, like usual. The process usually was something along the lines of swing both legs around the side so they were on the same side of the chair. Then once that was there, push myself up with both hand and stand on one foot. Hope around, or twist around to grab my crutches. Easy said than done usually,
“Least let me help you to class?” Why was this guy being so pushy? It’s not like I am the only person in the world to have a broken ankle. I couldn’t help but roll my dark eyes at him. I was fine on my own. Every one knew this, that’s why they left with out me.
“Come on… its only just a few metres away, right?” He was right some how. It was creepy that I hadn’t meat him, but he knew my classes. Then again it was only three classes that were on at this time, Health, Gate way, or Art. I was on my way to art, and he health, or so I was guessing. Every one else had health, but me. Most days I ended up in the health class room, doing work on my portfolio.
“Thanks.” I mumbled, as he opened the glass door for me. It’s not like it was hard to get into the art room. Many of the exchange students had great manners and would open the door for me, more so now that I was on crutches.
“No Problem.” He was coming in after me. Why was I surprised by that, one of three classes, right? One in three chance he would end up in art as well. So I just smiled at him, and disappeared off to the back room. All the usual senior students did their art out the back. It was away from all the other classes, which was great if you need to come and finish off a piece of work, but there were a bunch on juniors being loud and disruptive. It was just for us, a whole room to mess up and keep clean. Everyone had their own little working spaces.
“Girls, this is Jake.” Our Art teacher Stated. Our Art teacher was kid of young compared to other art teachers. He didn’t have the wasted out look that all art teachers had because of there many years of serves. Mr Lister, was young, but if you got him talking about art, you were doomed to do no work for the rest of the lesson. Yet everyone loved him dearly.
Mr Lister Showed him to a seat next to mine! It’s like he is stalking the only girl who couldn’t get away from him. Okay, calm down. It’s not the end of the world until he actually does s tart stalking me. I seemed to over react just a little. It might have been because he was to nice and polite to me before, that and I had only just learnt his name. It would be different if I had no idea what his name really was, but I was confused enough to move slightly away from him. My eye focused on the work I front of me.
My final piece of work was of a keyhole shaped painting. A skeleton was standing on the inside, and looking through the key hole, like a mirror, but the figure on the outside was dressed in a hot hat, while the figure on the inside was dressed in a tapa cloth dress. All in all it was fitting for my feminist topic.
I’m all for woman’s rights and everything, but art comes as a protest towards it rather than going and complaining about it. It creates a horrible stereotype, which no one really likes. Feminist artists are much more respected than feminist groups. Take Alexis Hunter as an example. She had her feminist days, but that’s not all she does. She is well respected in the art world. Where as feminist groups, such as women in London, are just plain old annoying.
“So, I didn’t catch your name before?” He asked me with a cheeky smile, It startled me for a second. Maybe I was over reacting, maybe he was generally this nice. Around her is was pretty uncommon. During my Chemistry class, I would often get hounded for everything, because I was the only girl. That and they thought I had to get everything right first time. I’m not superwoman, yet they thought I was. It would how ever be really cool to stroll around in a skin tight body suit and wear bright red underwear on the outside of my body suit.
“Names Emily, Em.” I smiled pleasantly towards him. It was one of those. I’m friendly, but I am busy at the moment smiles. Everyone does them. They do them to some creepy guy at the pub chatting you up. Your polite, but you just wish he would leave you alone.
Then again I did hate being asked what my name is, it’s not like it’s hard to get from some one else. If I gave out my name to often then he might come get me. Well that was just my big paranoia about it, always in the back of my mind. It not like he thought I would come here of all places.
Psychology and I are not big fan’s of each other, yet that is how I came to live in the small town of Napier. Okay. It was small compared to pretty much every other place I could think off. Unless of course it’s a country town, then it doesn’t count.
I used to come here with my Father before my uncle came along. He thought that I wouldn’t come here because of it would cause conflict with my soul. I knew he would think that, which is why I came here. It was to obvious, even for him. I just hope some one else thought of it as well. I did miss my family some days. I was allowed, but most of all I missed my two best friends- Jacob Grim, and Lu’.
“Your name is very cute, like you.” Great now he was flirting with me. Fantastic! Sure I was checking him out before, but it’s a look. Not talking or touching! The generally consenus around here is that you go out with some one outside of the school. It gets werid when you see each other twenty-four, seven. Trust me, I’ve done it once. Never again! But Jake, he had no clue that the exchange of interest in others of the opposite sex and species had a system of rules around here. Just like everywhere else.. I’m so glad I am an alien some times! I wouldn’t ever had to learn the rules about it back home. I would be married off before I could.
I just ignored the man while I began to wash a sandy yellow over the general area of the bones for both skeleton. As well as a dark dirt colour over the tapa cloth dress. I’d been in here earlier to start the piece so my laptop was set up playing some kind of interesting music- Lily Allen, which was weird because the song playing was ‘******** you’.
I had to change the song to avoid laughing. It switched it to a more soothing playlist. Jack Johnson hummed through my small speakers.
“Waking up to early, Maybe we could sleep in, Making Banana Pancakes, Pretend like it’s the weekend,” As soon as it started playing Jake edged his chair closer to mine. I wasn’t interested, but I suppose he was just trying to see what I was doing. I had gone back to my work and now had taken a brown pen to the work in front of me. The wet wood brown was effective in showing the designs in the tapa cloth.
I looked at him threw my sandy hair. He seems fixated on my painting. I finished it up carefully, before pulling out some paints and water again. A purple wash over the back ground, the mirror was set back into the background now. It was fixed or so to say. I had a unique way of painting seeing as I hated painting but didn’t care to much about it. This picture rocked. I was so focused on the art I was doing, I didn’t even notice how close he was. My hand glided over my work, with the pink ink pen, fallowing the traces of outline from the sketch before. All the colours giving an outstanding effect- Contrast of light and dark. My hand grasped for the caracole stick beside my pad. It should have been just to my right like everything else.
I felt something warm and not cold and rough. I turned to see his eyes glazed over, like mine often do when I’m so focused on my work. His hand holding a charcoal stick carefully as he was sketching something, or some one, I sigh and grabbed my actually pencil with wood around the outside of the caracole. I hated it, but it would have to do, but what I really wanted was a stick. To bad it was being used. As soon as I stated saluting out the image I got back into the glazed focus that I was the only one doing art. It was all about creating the prefect image.
The bell rang just as I finished, it always managed to shake my glazed focus on art. I stretched out forgetting all about who was around me and how I was going to get to my next class. I was so happy with my finished picture. It had only taken me an hour to complete painting. Not bad really. Depending on what it was, maybe some days it would take more time.
“That picture looks fantastic!” Reality hit me as he leaned over my work. It was prefect in my eyes. A long time since that had happened, but it felt amazing to see the final piece fit into place.
“Thanks.” I blushed. It was then noticed he had used my brushed but cleaning up after himself. Good stalker boy. Unlike some people Who just used them an left them for me to clean up. I had to get some ‘terps’ the last time and soak them for a week to even get them to a standard of usability.
“So what class go you have now?” I had study but I wasn’t about to tell him that. I love my alone study periods listening to music and typing out anything I needed too. Of course there is the math study in there as well, but only a little these days. How ever I would be nice today. He had just a look on his face that was kind of sad that I hadn’t answered him straight away.
“Study,” He frowned at that. Yay for Wednesdays! “What do you have?”
“I think it is gateway.” He answered pulling out his time table. Those things are seriously hard to read if you don’t know what you are reading. I put of my hand nicely for it, which he handed it too me. The pale blue piece of paper was weird to see. None of us used them any more. Within the first week we learnt them off my hearts, plus writing them in your diary help with that, it made it easier to read.
“No. you have Hospitality.” I answered him with a smile. Pointing out it was HOS, not G.T.W. which he had last and I had Biology. Thank gods for that, plus he didn’t know that either. He looked just a pleased though to know what he had. He smiled as he left the room, always asking if I was alright to get to my study period. Which I was!
It always took me five minutes more than everyone else to get to study in the library. Also lucky for me there was a plug down stairs by the couches, so I could lay along them with my ankle up. My music echoed in the one and a half story building. To describe it is easy. The upstairs part is only half the way along the room. It gives an 18 foot selling look. Then the rest of the upstairs had the study area, with a small conference room and a Video room for all those who did distance learning.
Down starts under the study area and video room was a computer room with 32 computers, and then the rest was a library. The couches lay along the outside walls underneath the conference room, along with the fiction section of our library, this where I now ended up, next to the carpeted wall.
I usually would go upstairs but my ankle prevented me from doing that, hence my sitting down stairs. The head boy came and sat on the other couch, a pad and a pile of books in his arms.
“Haven’t finished the Biology essay yet?” I asked him. He looked up at me with half a smile when I noticed that it was health stuff he was carrying. He was doing a biology essay last week. Which to his surprise he had passed, I guess my short term memory was fixated on different things today.
“No. Health,”
“Didn’t you just have that though?” He smiled at me and nodded. It was the only class we didn’t have together ironically! That as well as I opted out of it at the start of the year, wanting to do art more than health. It was nothing against the great idea of health, but there are most things in health that I can’t stand. For example, your topic is aids. Its more about the socials issues of life rather than the actual disease and how it effects people.
I yawned, after this every one was meeting upstairs about the ball, so boring but necessary because of the fact that it was in four weeks. I guess I should start up the stairs now, because by the time I got up there the meeting would have started and ended. Which was unfair for me I think, it wasn’t my fault I had a broken ankle.
“Got a date for the ball?” I asked turning back to my laptop and the game of Tetris I was playing. Man that game is addictive compared to all other games out there. It's like space invaders and Pac’ man. You just have to play it. No matter what you’re doing. One game can’t hurt you, but that turns into many different games.
“No. You?”
“Nah….” A simple exchange of words nothing meaning full. That was left for the drunken after ball. Good times, good times! I don’t remember much of last years one to say the least. Then again it was with the year 13’s from last year. They had a pretty mean party. Loud music and lots of alcohol, which are a great mix of teens! No drugs, also a plus, cause I would never recommend the fuzzy feeling it gives you.
“I think Jake likes you,” Great everyone knew that now, probably cause I am just so great, and awesome. Plus who can resist a girl who can’t run away from you. It’s like it’s a way to know for sure that she will always be with you, well for at least six weeks in my case.
“As if… I’m the cripple remember.” I answered him while placing a block causing a line to collapse. I think I was up to something like level three, or four. The game goes up the more you lines you get rid off, and gets faster with each level.
“So… he was staring at you threw the whole of chemistry,” Mumbled Ben, our head boy.
“He was in Chemistry?” Now I was confused, I only noticed him during break playing basket ball. He was in chemistry; I guess that’s when he decided I was cute and amazing. I realised why I hadn’t seen him. I had been so fixated on the experiment I was doing. Combustion colours of the transition metals such as Cupper, Titanium, Zinc!
“Yeah, with the year 12’s,” Then again that might have been why I hadn’t seen him.
“Oh, that may explain it,” So he was stalking me before art. Great, I really hoped he didn’t ask me to the ball. Sure he was really nice and good looking but I didn’t want to get involved with any more for that fact that they might tell some one about me. Yes, I was that paranoid.
Study ended in a blur of Tetris and Pac’ man! I loved study for those two reasons.
I was already with my ticket for my fabulous date. Jess: My date wasn’t a guy, but a girl. She was my other best friend. I had gone to the Sacred Heart/St. Johns’ college Ball with her because she had wanted me to with her rather than some strange guy who wanted to go with his boyfriend. Yes, you do get gay catholics. They are nice, really still.
Their ball was all about themed Old English, so lots of dresses with corsets, etc. Really cool looking. Knights in shinnying armour, Chandlers! Plus it was at the best place. There was hit old ancient house on cemetery hill, just outside the city. It had been built just after the Middle Ages here, so it pretty much matched the theme.
Tamatea’s school ball on the other hand was a mask ball. Our Masks matched every bit, plus I had a group of friends coming from Sacred Heart and St Johns. It was looking to be quiet fun. I hadn’t been asked to the ball by any one yet. That include stalker boy- Jake. Who remarkable had got the hint on the first day and left me pretty much to myself. He did help me through doors which I was great full for cause they were the worst part of having a broken ankle..
“Eh, all be welcometh for thee nights festivities.” We had all these hired circus performers for us to make it as cool as possible. Pretty much everyone in the senior school turned up, with a few friends and partners. They stood watching the performers do various tricks while we waited for the doors to open.
“Wow, this is lovely.” Jess whispered in my ear. She held on top my arm, as I was like the gentleman this evening. It was strange with out my dirty, annoying crutches this evening. My steps were wobbly which is why I am great full Jessikah was holding on to my arm.
I lead her through the tunnel as the doors opened. It was into a splash of Gothic themed Castle. Every one else was dressed in the bright ball colours, some in the blacks to fit the theme and style of the evening, but not Jessikah’s and mine.
Jessikah wore a thick strapped dress. It flattered her bust with a bright belt around her waist. Her make up reflected the colours on the dress. With The same dull sea weed green eye shadow, with a thin aqua line at the corners of her eyes. Her dark hair was set in two plated parts around her head, the rest, lay as loose curls. Her mask was a mix of aqua glitter, and feathers, creating a kind of mermaid effect. All in all quiet Dazzler ling!
“Now, my lady,” I stepped away from her holding out my hand as if we were to dance. She giggled and took my hand. Together we lead each other to the dance floor as every one else was ripping it up. As The academic leader at school, I was responsible for the music and the band.
My band selection was made purely by accident one night. The band was great, but everyone was confused at who they were, never the less they were rocking up the stage. Every one was throwing themselves around, and jumping to the rhythmic base line. It wasn’t about the old fashion music to go with the theme. It was about getting every one to move to the music.
It was during the holidays that I had been a d**k, while trying to find a band for our ball. I was talking to my second cousin while down in wellington city for a few gigs, seeing if any of their talent was worth having at our ball. We were talking music and his band comes up. I had seen them live and forgot that he was part of a semi famous band. They were slightly internationally famous, around here not so much, but they were getting there.
Anyway I was being a d**k and I blurted out that his band should play at my school ball. I was just pretending to be serious about it and didn’t think much of it. School started back a week after that, every one was still unsure on who we were going to get to play at the ball. Never the less Two days later I got a phone call to say that my cousins band would play for us. I was so suspired I almost ran to tell every one! Head girl was the first one I ran into, I informed her almost jumping up and down like a mad fan girl. She thought I was joking. So did everyone else!
Well that was until my cousin came to the next ball committee meeting with his band. Then they all belived me, but it was like- Wow. She was serious. Every one is going to come and buy a ticket now. In your face useless high school students, who don’t have really cool contacts.
The lead singers voice rose over all the noise as every one dances on the fake floor. Every one was getting so into. Our head girl, Alex, sang beside him just for the song. It need a female part, so we thought alex should be in the lime light for it.
“Emi-kinns; this is great!”
“I know. Jessikah,” We both smiled as we did a piss take of the waltz. No one cared. It was all about having fun. We weren’t the only ones taking the piss out of the next song that was rather slow. It was cool. There were lots of us still dancing on the floor during slow songs. Fake Waltzing, and fake doing the cha-cha, or that one that actors do with the rose in their mouth.
“Excuse me, may I have the next dance.” Jessikah gave me a strange look as a person tapped her on the shoulder. She smiled as she turned and left the floor, my heart leaving with her. I didn’t want to dance with anyone else. She sat off to the side so she could get a good look at who I was dancing with
“Emily?” Jake was the only one to call me Emily, Not Em, just Emily. He was dressed nicely to night, and I remembered why I had been checking him out on the first day. The shirt he wore made him look the sort of well defined features every one was looking for, but I didn’t really care at the moment. My ankle was aching from dancing to0 much already.
“Yes Jake?”
“Do you know a family called the Grims’?” I though that was a strange question, but none the less I answered it, while he lead me around the dance floor. I blushed as I notice every one looking at us for a short while, before they joined in too. Too slow songs in a row was so NOT cool, because it meant I could sort of give my ankle a break- pardon the pun there.
“Yes, years ago maybe, why do you ask?” It was my father’s best friend’s family before he died and I ran away. I had grown up with their youngest boy, whose name escapes me at this point in time. He was nice and I would love to see him all grown up. He and I always used to pretend we were getting married, and play house, like every other normal little kid around. Man I miss those days were it didn’t matter who you played with, or who you would marry because it all depended on who you were going to play trains with that day, or house, or even make sand castles with. Life was so simple then, now not so much.
“Do you remember me?” That was a stupid question! I remembered him for the first day I meet him, where his eyes glazed over in art, while drawing. Then again was he meaning before that? Because I was just confused now to why he would ask a question like that one. He must be getting at some thing, that’s all I could work out. I couldn’t quiet get to the point though. It was there just waiting for him to say something to come to mind.
“Maybe, I don’t know. Why?” I answered him, half scoffing at the question and the answer. He was Jake. The new Guy, that’s how I knew him.
“Come one Emily. Think… It was before your father died!” I had to step away from him then. How did he know about that? No one else knew. Not even my own best friend. I’m glad she wasn’t dancing with us them. She would have asked too many questions, and I would have to lie to her even more. I had this prefect little lie about my family, it fitted in everything. It was unthinkable that I had lived any where else. Yet Jake was standing in front of me like he knew my lie and was about to tell the whole world. I had worked so hard to make sure that no one knew about it. I had spent years developing it so no one would question it. He was here about to break it down in less than a minute. I really hope he wouldn’t do it. Of all the time I’d see him. Why tonight!
“Who are you?” My voice broke as I whispered it. How was I going to leave this one? I couldn’t just leave like last time. Too many people would start asking questions. Too many people looking for me, more than I needed! More than I already had.
“I’m Jake.” He was sincere but confused at why I asked him who he was. I don’t think he realised how scared I was about all this. No one in all my years of being in Napier had even gotten close to guessing the truth. Yet here he was standing in front of me, questioning me like he knew the truth, like he knew my past better than I did.
“How do you know about my father?” I hissed at him, while trying to hobble away towards Jessikah. She was surprised at the movement in her direction, She thought we would be dancing a little longer.
“I was at his funeral and everything else. Emily, I’m from the same twisted world as you. Charlie and I are here looking for you. His sister,” He answered catching up at me, then again. That wasn’t hard by an ambled bodied person. Damn him and his two great legs.
I slapped him! Using my whole body as momentum, knowing physic well was a great thing some times. Especially if you really wanted to hurt some one, then again atomy and physics together would be deadly to a man if a woman could enforce it! So many ideas of how to kill jake rushed through my head as my hand connected with the side of his face. A echoing clapped caused heads to turn.
Every one looked at me in shock! All their minds thinking, geez, what did he do to piss me off so much. They had all learnt that I wasn’t an easy person to piss off. I’m glad my hand hurt his face. It was going to bruise that was for sure! He held the side of his face shocked as well that I had slapped him.
No one could know about my lie, now with him here it ruined everything. If any one found out it would be the end of my little sinful life. I would have to leave again but I didn’t want to leave the people I loved now. Not after all this time. I turned away from him and walked away. Well in fact it was more like a hobble over to Jessikah. I missed my crutches. Then again I knew Jessikah would cheer me up about anything, Jake, My life, My ankle. She always did! That is one of the parts I love about her the most. That no matter how annoyed I am, she can always make made me grin from ear to ear.
“Charlie, I didn’t work. She looked so afraid.” Jake spoke into his cell phone out in the hall. He wasn’t having any one hear this conversation with Charlie. It was just as bad as having Emily slap him again in front of everyone. It had hurt too. He supposed he deserved it after all. He could have done it another time, but that wasn’t the point. It was that Emily hated him… She hated him since the first day, but he guessed that because of his pushy-ness around her and the ankle thing. He had tried to be nice, but as soon as he had seen her in the chemistry class he had known it was her. To find out she still kept her name was amazing.
“What do you mean trap her? I can’t do that.” Jake shocks his head, his shaggy black and purple hair swishing with the moment. This was a bad idea, He had told Charlie that every time he mentioned it. Jake’s idea was for Charlie just to turn up and tell her to stop hiding. It was Charlie’s idea to win her trust, but not one had involved trapping till now. It was rude, mean and inhuman. Even though they weren’t human, they still had rights.
“Family my a**, she didn’t want anything to do with me. Almost looked like she was about to kill me to keep it safe.” He sighed into the phone, rubbing his temple with his free hand, “It’s not worth it any more. We can go on looking with out her! Can’t we?”
What no one had told Em was that her sister had also gone missing. Jane looked like Emily in almost every single way, but they were so different when it came down to who they were at the core of their beings. Opposites in every way, other than genetics! The Theory was that she had been taken like her brother, yet, they couldn’t find any truth to weather it was true or not. She had just disappeared no paper trail. It was like she was a ghost, or invisible. No one knew where she was any more. With Two out of the three of the royal family missing and one gone A-wall, who was left to rule their countries?
Jake couldn’t rule because he had to marry into it. That wasn’t going to happen. When they were younger, just after Emily’s father had died, Emily’s Uncle had arranged a marriage with himself and her. She wasn’t going to handle that at the moment. While on the other had Charlie was already ruling, but could ask Jake to rule one with out consent from two out of the three triplets.
“I’ll try again.” Jake closed his sliver phone to look up. She was standing in front of him, arms crossed and a scowl in her dark eyes. She was gorgeous. The Way her sandy blond hair framed her face. The dress matched her eye colour perfectly. It flowed from a dark navy blue into the tarnished gold colour, her gold shoes hidden underneath the floor length dress. All Jake wanted to do was stroll over and wrap his arms around her. He had always loved her, but tonight he wanted to show that love to her. It was a bad idea at the moment, so he would have to bide his time about it. She would come around eventually.
“Who do you work for?”
“Charlie.”
“Charlie whom?” Her musical voice had a harsher edge than he had ever heard before.
“Your Half brother,” He answered softly. Almost trying to avoid a huge loud fight!
“What the hell does he want?” Her voice was full of anger. He had never in his life seen her angry. She had always been calm and collected because of the attitude of her father. He had developed a calm and collected daughter before he had died. He made sure she was always polite when her tempter was raging.
“He wants your help.” She scoffed at that and was about to turn around. It wasn’t like he was going to for her to help him. Jake Grabbed her arm gently, stopping her from walking away.
She sighed, not turning back to him, “Well he owes me hugely then,”
“So that is a yes?” He moved around front the side of her to the front.
“For now!” She stated with a slight look of defeat on her face. She wasn’t happy about this, but at least it would get him off her back, for the moment. Never the less, Jake wrapped his arms around her in joy. She was awkward, didn’t even make an effort to hug him back.
“You owe me too!”
“Like hell I do.” He stated as he realised her from the awkward hug, a huge grin on his face, like she had told him that she was going to marry him. Not just help find her family.
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