A/N: I hope that you've all enjoyed the story so far! That first chapter was composed of a flashback from an old story that I had co-written with a good friend of mine. She went by Darke-Angyl on here, and she is an excellent writer. I like to turn to my old stories that I had written with her to help with how I word certain things, that way the chapter flows better. She helped me excell and I am forever thankful for that. I really do miss talking to her. Trigger warnings of drug use, rape, and abuse
Emily woke up, feeling more alert than she could remember ever feeling before. But, she was confused. She wasn't exactly sure where she was, thinking that the events from earlier were just a drug-induced dream.. She felt a pull in the back of her left hand and looked down to find an IV stuck in the back of it. She looked around, feeling even more confused. She wasn't in Antonio's basement anymore. She was in a hospital room. She tried to swallow, but her mouth and throat were very dry and felt like they were lined with sandpaper. Instead, she tried to get up, that way she could get some answers and to find her sister.
"Uh-uh!" said a voice, "yer no' goin' anywhere!"
Emily sighed.
"Murphy..." she said hoarsely, "what happened?"
"The doctor gave ye some medicine ta get the drugs outta yer system," said Murphy as he sat down next to her, "'ow are ye feelin'?"
Emily smiled weakly.
"I feel a lot better..." she admitted, "I owe you one for saving me..."
Murphy chuckled.
"T'was no trouble, Lass," he says, "de sick bastard 'ad it comin'."
Emily nodded, the movement causing her head to swim. She looks over at Murphy, her eyes filled with worry as she thought about her sister.
"Is Rebecca okay?" she asks, "is anyone with her right now?"
Murphy nodded.
"She's okay," he says, "Connor is wit' 'er. I checked on dem before I came ta check on ye. De doctor is actually an ol' friend o' yers."
Emily frowned. Old friend?
"What's the doctor's name?" she asks, "my memory is a bit fuzzy right now..."
"'e said dat his name was Rusty," says Murphy, "Rusty Evans. 'e tol' us dat he went ta school wit' ye an' Rebecca."
Emily laughs.
"I haven't seen Rusty in years..." she says, "we went to college together. His parents are friends with my parents. He's a good man. A very good man..."
Murphy nodded.
"Aye..." he says, "'e called yer Da ta let him know dat ye an' yer sister were okay. He's gonna be by tomorrow wit' yer Ma."
Emily sighed with relief.
"Thank God he knows we're okay..." she says, "Antonio took Rebecca and I as retaliation for busting his drug and prostitution ring. I used to hear Antonio laughing whenever he watched the media coverage about us...he'd make fun of how alarmed my dad was and how worried he was about us..."
"Well, yer Da wonna have ta worry anymore," smiles Murphy, "ye should get some more rest. Ye have been through a lo' an' rest will help yer body heal more."
Emily nodded. She could feel her eyes starting to get heavy again. Slowly and gently, she scooches over closer to Murphy, smiling as she rested her head against his chest.
"Thank you, Murphy..." she whispers, "I don't know how I can thank you for what you and Connor have done for us..."
Murphy smiles.
"Ye don't need ta thank us, Emily," he says, "t'was de least we could 'ave done. Get ye some rest. I promise, I'll still be 'ere when ye wake up."
Emily nodded one last time. Letting out a yawn, she nestles her head comfortably on Murphy's chest before closing her eyes. Murphy smiled as he watched the young woman fall asleep, gently leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead.
"Sweet dreams..."