A.N.: Okay so brief summary: Emma and Scott are both coincidentally or not at the same mental rehabilitation center and Emma's siblings have come for a visit and the girls shake up Scott's world once again, but this time its his world in the mental hospital he has been doomed to by them. I'm not asking for flowers or chocolates or even an engagement ring...Just want reviews! Thanksss.
Familial Ties
II
One day, a nurse came in and escorted her to the dining area where other patients were eating.
Emma's eyes hardened as she saw her sisters and her brother Christian, whom she loved most, but seemed to be very out of it.
Emma could tell that he was already stoned on some hard drugs and wasn't really all there. Wasn't really all her Christian.
The other two she didn't care for, and they made it obvious by their expressions of disdain that they were forced to visit.
She sat down across from them and didn't speak.
Adrienne, being the eldest, resumed her responsibility and high and mighty tone, "Emma Grace, you look a bit too thin. What have they been feeding you here? Absolutely terrible quality, you'd think with father's money they could fancy it up a bit more."
Cordelia laughed icily, "We're in a mental asylum! What the fuck would they want fancy for? The crazies would just shit on the walls or something."
Christian was zoned off.
Adrienne scrunched her nose, "You and Emma Grace have always been such vlugar children. Hasn't cotillian taught you anything? Oh by the way, Emma Grace, we donated your debutante dress to charity, maybe some other sixteen year old girl with less fortune will be able to wear it, and NOT be in a mental hospital."
Trying to see if this hurt her sister and rubbing in the fact that she was losing her prime time in teenagedom, Adrienne surveyed the blonde, but found no emotion.
Cordelia moaned, "How much longer until we can go home? I have things to do, and I am so not going to that tea today, Adrienne. I am almost sixteen like Emma, and I can make my own decisions."
Cordelia then simpered, "Oops! I forgot, Emma can't even make her own decisions, and when she does, she just makes horrible ones like macking with her old teacher! How uncivilized. Tell me Emma, do they follow you to the bathroom here?"
Emma just looked at her littlest sister.
A row of patients stood up nearby and formed a line to take their medication from the nurses who were dispensing water and pills from a box.
After taking each pill, the patients mechanically leaned their heads back and opened their mouth wide to reveal unhealthy tonsils and no hidden pills in their mouths.
As if to save her from this worsening moment, Emma suddenly sensed him close by.
Something about his feelings and brain was different and dead, but nonetheless, recognizable.
She looked and saw him coming in shuffling slowly in the dining room and being accompanied by a nurse.
He did not appear to see her, but she waved to the nurse who knew her, and was seated next to her.
Cordelia and Adrienne became strangely silent.
Emma wanted to hug him, but refrained from doing an act she rarely if ever did and also did not want to seem looser in front of her sisters who still represented a world she was gone from for the moment.
His face was gaunt and narrow, he looked tired and his face was shadowed, but he was still handsome and tried to smile at her meekly, dejectedly.
Emma turned her attention back to her sisters and was about to introduce him, when she realized that they had never even known each other's names.
Adrienne spoke the first introduction. "Scott Summers."
Emma jerked her head, "What? Who's that?"
Cordelia mumbled, "It's...that. The boy sitting next to you."
Emma looked at him, and when he looked up to see the sisters, his face was livid.
Emma whispered, "You're name's Scott?"
Scott put his face in hands and breathed very deeply for several seconds and then raised his face with a cooler demeanor.
"Let me guess. You're Emma fucking Frost."
Emma leaned back in surprise, "Yes, I am. I never told you my name. How do they know yours even when I don't?"
Scott clenched the fist that was in Emma's hand and his whole body shook.
"You're Emma Frost, the middle child, the absent girl who was at prep school. And these are your sisters? I should have guessed! My luck never seems to run out of ways to try and kill me."
Emma wanted to smack her sister Adrienne, who was looking at Scott rather promiscuously like she was a predator almost.
Cordelia's sinful expression of apparent amusement and lust too was not helpful in Emma's hatred for her sisters.
Adrienne began, "Scott Summers was my winter fling and potential boyfriend last year, but dear Cordelia with her conniving powers, hooked him, seduced him, and of course we know she could have only managed that by using her powers no less, not her undeveloped physique, and I'm afraid many conflicts of interest arose, and unfortunately, our fights and games took a toll on Scott's mental health."
Cordelia exclaimed, "Who are you calling conniving? You're one to talk, sis! Besides, you were too old for him, I had more to offer."
As old tensions and feelings arose, Adrienne scolded, "I'm 19 and he was 17, only two years. You dear, are only 15, which is a disgusting age. Butt out of adult talk, dear sis."
Emma watched in horror and screamed out, "STOP!"
This caught their attention and the two other sisters stared at her and then guiltily at Scott.
Emma could feel Scott's hand trembling in hers, and she clutched it reassuringly like he would do for her.
She thought to him, and was surprised, when he answered back, but not aloud in person.
Emma froze. Had she just thought something and had he heard it in his head? Had he purposely thought to her and tried to commincate with her head?
She had never done anything like that before.
It was strange to have his voice in her head, but also very comforting in the presence of her despised family.
Scott seemed mesmerized by Adrienne, whose green eyes never left his ruby goggles.
Emma coldly said aloud, "So this is the boy whose life you ruined last term? He's in the same psychiatric ward as me? You people really have no boundaries do you?"
Christian unexpectantly spoke, "Sibling rivalry plus a pretty little boy toy can cause quite a dramatic scene. Cordelia's always been so dramatic, of course she just had to steal away Adrienne's thunder. What more do you expect from our family, Em? We're Frosts."
They locked eyes. Adrienne's mint green eyes held Scott's red tenderly. Then she saw it, felt it, caught the memory in thought.
Emma caught the whiff of lilac scented candles, mother's bath oils glistening somewhere in the bathroom, mother and father's bed open for them to explore.
Adrienne exquisite in mother's silken lavender bathrobe.
She unsheathed herself from it, stepped out of the delicate layers and folds now on the floor where father's hunting rug covered the polished wood.
The uncertain breath stuck in Scott's throat as his Adam's apple sunk. He, dressed strikingly in a preppy cable knit sweater with a starched polo underneath.
Never seen anything so ethereal, terrible, and beautiful.
So sensuous.
The way she moved towards him.
Then shoving her manicured hand against his sailing-browned bare chest and shoving him back on mummy and daddy's bed.
They sank into the sheets together and her chestnut hair was softer than he'd imagined.
He breathed deliriously, "I love you."
From her, a faint giggle.
Cordelia's hazel eye peeking through their parent's ancient and rustic key hole of an old-money house.
She knew those lips uttering "Adrienne, Adrienne." would soon be voicing, "Cordelia."
Those desirable lips would be whispering and brushing down her skin, on her collar bone. She drew chills just thinking about it, and with her empathy, the thought drew chills from him as well, for what was to come.
Emma snapped and looked to her neutral, sullen brother. She placed a protective hand on Scott's knee and cringed when he flinched.
He was thinking furiously, 'None of it was real, none of it was real. None of it wa-.'
"A-Adrienne, Adrienne, why-why me?"
Emma's sister cast him an intense gaze, "Because your mind was deliciously naive and...quite wonderful. Being in it made me feel so nice. And your physique wasn't so bad either. Satisfied, Scotland lovely?"
Scott flinched at the pet name. Cordelia put in, "There's one thing we can agree on Adree, and disagree on."
Emma looked spitefully at her youngest sister, "Shut up. Both of you!"
Adrienne leaned back and smiled, teasing Scott with an intent look. Cordelia whined, "Emma, listen-Adrienne killed my pet birdie! The one that boy from the British Academy gave me! She just up and strangled the poor thing in her fist and left it on my bed, then washed her hands! Isn't she horrible? Our eldest sister?"
Emma smiled wryly, "It was most likely in retribution for stealing her boy, I presume? So young, Cordelia. You people have no conscience. Scott isn't some person you can just fling around. He's-he's..."
Emma broke off and looked at him hopelessly, getting lost in her gaze. Cordelia did not notice, but Adrienne's cruel eyes narrowed and she smirked, biting her lower lip.
For the most part, Scott avoided Cordelia's eyes, youthfully seductive but holding a sinister quality that aged her spiritlessly.
Her youth and exuberant cruelty combined gave her a forbidden touch that scared Scott and brought back the horrors he had endured at the hands of these reckless and arrogant girls.
Adrienne said coyly, "I see this is where Scott Summers has ended up after we were done with him. Such a shame. A promising boy and what a body!"
Scott clenched his jaw and curled up his fists tightly. A sigh commenced from Emma, and in cold disgust, she prompted, "Mummy and Daddy must have sent you bitches for some reason or motive other than to learn your consequences of past actions for messing with a boy's life! God knows they'd never make you face consequences. Certainly, you're not here to gawk at your sister like you care either..."
Adrienne pouted, "What an awful Frosty you'll be. Can't it be that we just want to amuse ourselves at how miserable you are?"
Cordelia muttered, "I don't listen to what Daddy has to say. He can suck a fat one."
Christian groaned, "Oh boo hoo for you! My sisters are such belligerent bores."
Emma wasn't sure whether she heard her thoughts or Scott's add, "And whores."
All she knew was that this encounter was unbearable for both of them and had they not had each other's presence, the would surely have justified their statuses as mental patients.
A hefty nurse trundled over and announced impersonally, "Alright time's up! Time to say goodbye."
Emma sighed in exasperated relief and Scott scowled as Cordelia winked and blew him a kiss as she left.
Adrienne beckoned the nurse, "OH...nurse! Might I have a word alone with the patient boy?"
The nurse shrugged, "Sure, he don't got no visitors in a while. I'll warn you though, he's a dangerous one. A real menace and nut; came like that! If you get hurt, you've got liability.
Adrienne grinned, "I know, I made him like this!"
Scott unwillingly faced the girl he had not seen in a while, and who had started it all. The girl who had once been in his fantasies and reality, but now haunted his nightmares and was the cause of his fear of women and especially mutant women.
She drew him into a visiting room with sparse furniture. Then she pouted, "Oh Scottie, you're not still angry with me are you? This is the closest thing you'll come to an apology. I'm still...hurt? Of course dear, you got what was coming to you. I know my little brat sister is manipulative, but nevertheless, you did your part and well, I actually sorta liked you! Nobody gets away from Adrienne Frost,like that!" She pouted and simpered at him, as if no time had passed between them. Her long lashes fluttered over her ice mint green eyes and he was tempted for a second.
Scott, despite his long-time rage, hurt, and suffering, felt a lull in his head and softening at her devilish charms.
The boy then grabbed Adrienne's face forcibly and kissed her forcibly. It was a furious and ragged kind of kiss that would be memorable and hard to forget and one to keep wanting, but one she would never receive again. He had seen through her in his nightmares.
The girl was a bit shaken and ruffled, and Scott leaned his face menacingly close to hers and growled, "You and your sisters stay away from me. When I get out of here, I'm going as far from you as possible!"
Of course, this would prove not to be true. But that's later.
Leaving her with the most unexpected surprise, Scott stalked off to his electro shock therapy and would go forth to do more uncalled things that crazy people often partake in.
A.N.: Remember; not asking for flowers, chocolate or even the ring. JUST WANT REVIEWS! THanks
