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Project Drama [Part 38]

Recap: Emily with a gun in her hand.

Emily’s P.O.V

“Mrs. Karen, our lawyer, thinks she can get you out on self-defense. It’s just so stupid you’re in here. Can’t they let us have you until the hearing?” My mom rambled on. “Frank Vaness and Bakery’s are all going to hear about this! I could just imagine the press has a good copy. Listen, sweetie I need to tell you something a little unpleasant but you can’t get mad, okay?” I nodded my head. I’ll probably hear it anyway, I thought. “The policemen at the scene suspect it was you that killed the two boys and Kevin Trohman. They think you were in some gang squad that came from Idaho.”

“What?” I felt tears run down my face. “How could they think I killed them?” I shook my head. “Mom,” I whispered, it didn’t really matter if the social worker at my table heard me my voice was just too weak to carry on, “I saved Jess and Blair. Didn’t they tell you that?”

“Sweetie,” Jennifer (my mom) said quickly, “I haven’t heard from Jessica or Blair.” I cried more. “I’ll come and see you when I can. I’m just so busy Emily it’s hard to come visit you all the time in Juvenile Detention. I need to go hire a maid, take Amber to her ballet recital, and go pick your Dad up from the airport. I have to go though, sweetie, see you when I can,”

“Wait, did my Dad,” but she had already hung up.

A small, petite lady walked in the barred doors. She had jet black, choppy, short-cropped hair and beetle eyes with bright red lipstick, a black pencil skirt and a white collar shirt. “Mrs. Addison, there is visitor for Emily Morrison.” My social worker (Mrs. Addison) nodded. “Would this be her?” I nodded then. “Come with me, my dear,” the lady was exceptionally nice making small talk. “You’ll only get 5-10 minutes for visiting hours. But I’m sure we could arrange more time later. Then I’ll get Stewart to settle you into a room.” I nodded my head again.

“Who are they?” I spoke quietly shaking.

“Um,” she replied looking at a stack of papers she was holding in her hands shuffling them around repeatedly. She answered finally a particular white sheet of paper, “Blair Vaness, daughter of Frank Vaness.”

She put in a room where all the other delinquents were. I could see Blair and her hair straightened and brushed down with a pearl black headband and a white leather coat and white pair of jeans that were skinny at the bottom.

“Hey,” I greeted her sitting down at a table and motioned for her to sit. I smiled but she just looked completely glum. “Hi.” I repeated.

Blair looked down awkwardly and shuffled with a stack of playing cards in her hands. She dealed a game of 31 and was silent for a bit until her mouth opened at she whispered quietly, “I don’t know what’s good or bad anymore.” Her voice almost got louder each word. “Emily, y-y-you saved m-m-me,” Blair stuttered shivering, “Y-y-you k-k-killed Claire.”

I frowned unhappily. “Not you too…I had to, Blair, I had to. I didn’t want you and Jessica to die. She killed everyone. She killed Tyson. I saw her kill Tyson then hold you guys down at gunpoint.”

“Why would Claire try to kill us?”

“I don’t know,” I spoke truthfully. “She killed Tyson and she was about to kill you guys. I’m not letting that happening. Maybe she had an adrenaline rush or something and went too far.”

“Guard, I want to go,”

“Please Blair,” I pleaded, “You’re all I have left. My mom doesn’t believe me! I can see her disgusted face every time she looks at me! I saved you!”

Blair started to cry abruptly getting up, “I can’t believe you Emily, I just can’t right now. You and Claire are confusing me. I don’t know what was going on. I just know you killed Claire.” She looked down shamefully.

“She was trying to kill you and Jess! I couldn’t let her do that to you! She killed Tyson too! I don’t know what was going through her mind, I just know…I just,” I stopped starting to cry too and the next words that came out of my mouth were the A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E truth, “I just know I didn’t want to lose my best friends.” I stated and cried heavily. I got up, knowing I had to whatever I could to make her to believe me.

Blair came around the table putting her arms around me and squeezing me and tears fell on my shoulder. A long moment later she removed them. “I’ll come to your hearing.” Then she walked away. I couldn’t ask her anything else. She needed the answers more then I deserved or needed them. It hasn’t hurt that much knowing I killed Claire Miller. But I think now it has finally kicked in. I wanted to ask Blair where Jessica was and if she was coming to see me but for some reason it seemed too greedy. I got Blair. I killed Claire, my best friend. I was lucky enough I wasn’t already in prison. I was so lucky I was only sixteen going onto seventeen.

“Hello, Emily, it’s time to go see your room,” the little lady spoke coming to greet me again and I already knew something.

This was going to be the worst time of my life I have ever had!

Anabelle’s P.O.V

I already knew what had happened to Joe’s father, sort of. I didn’t bother to watch the news. The same thing happened to my father. He was shot. I definitely knew the vital signs.

“Joe, stop it, please,” I pleaded quietly. He was shuffling around with his black tie. “May I ask what this occasion is?”

“Death,” he responded sternly making no eye contact. “My father died.” He looked away awkwardly grabbing something in one of the many show cases.

“Somebody shot him,” I said truthfully and maybe a little more seriously then I’d hoped to take on which made Joe feel uncomfortable.

“My ex girlfriend,” he answered and sneered.

Emily Morrison?

Shut up!

My first intention was to start historically laughing but that didn’t seem to fit in the situation. Then I ended up with, “Emily Morrison?” I was pretty much speechless…his ex-girlfriend killed his father? Maybe there was a secret affair of some kind. “Then you have no use for me,” I spoke my voice quiet and cold almost sad.

I liked being kidnapped.

“What?” Joe questioned with his eyebrows up. I didn’t answer because I knew it was a question. “Uh no,” he answered, “you are definitely staying with me.”

“No use, even I can see that. I could tell the whole world and all you’d do is run away and come for piece by piece.” I replied dully.

“If I run away you do too. So just remember,” he came out of the shoe closet coming close to the bed I was lying on (constantly) and continued, “Wherever I’m going,” he got closer, “you’re going.” He cradled my face and watched my eyes closely. “I can’t leave though. They’d understand and they’d be too prepared when I, we run away and I they’d keep a close eye on me and I’d have to keep a close eye to him.”

I stopped. “You honestly want to run away your whole life? You don’t take anyone else’s feelings into consideration? I like you and everything Joe I just can’t run forever.” I stopped again knowing I slipped some things out…a big thing.

“You do?” That’s all he cared about and all his ears wanted to hear. He grinned. “Well, we’re not running away. We definitely have to take trips every now and then but don’t worry about anything else.”

*

“Los Angeles?” I tried. He shook his head. “How are you so calm with all this? Isn’t it a bit too overwhelming? Would your Dad want you to keep me on a lockdown?” I asked frequently.

His expression changes almost every few seconds usually solemn, smirk or a smile. “No, he would’ve demolished you all ready.” Joe smiled with his teeth so I’m taking that was just dark humor.

“Demolished? That’s a really aggressive term.”

“We’re going to Palm Springs,” he ignored my question starting on something else. “My dad booked out a hotel room for the three of us and probably you,” he smiled, “so I told my mom I needed to get away for a bit. You know like stop talking about my Dad?” I nodded my head.

“Yes, sorry. I just like to know things…”

“I’ve noticed.” Joe smiled not bothering to look at me. He accelerated to 90 and it bothered me. I hated his driving. He went too fast and it always made me feel sick after a car ride and we usually go out of Orange County or outside of Newport. “Isn’t this hard for you?”

“What?” That was a dumb questioned.

“Well, I’m technically the only person you see everyday and all the maids, butlers, hotel managers, keepers, valet parking attendants. I mean parents or your friends?”

“Yes, but I don’t have a choice.”

Then he was silent and I realized the conversation had dropped. He put on some quiet Debussy and we were pretty quiet the rest of the way. I slept on and off. Joe didn’t tell me when we were here I just realized it because he ended up picking me up over his shoulders and laying me in a very comfortable bed. Then I was definitely unconscious after that.

*

“Wake up,” he whispered. I opened my eyes abruptly to find Joe lying right next to me holding my face so he could analyze it somehow. “I made salad and pasta. But you look very tired. I should just,” He got up.

“No, please stay here? I had a nightmare,” I interrupted. “Please?” I pleaded. He laid back down beside me putting my arms around his waist. I didn’t really know what this was. We were friends. Even though I confessed something to him but I don’t know what he thought it meant. Like the friend way or the other way? I was too tired to ask any other questions I just nestled my head in the middle of his shirt burying it underneath the blankets.

“Good-night,” he kissed my forehead and I defiantly fell asleep after that. Yes, I liked Trohman.

I should post soon. I'm really getting into it. I didn't really like Anabelle's P.O.V but I hope Jess does anyways. I mean Joe's father just died shouldn't he be more sad? ...Well, I can't change it now. XD Buzz.
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