Undesired Help – Chapter 3 – Going Through the Motions
A/N: I know this chapter is late, but I've been sick for the past week making it pretty much impossible to update, but I'm feeling better now. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Emma let out a shaky breath as she exited the doctor-in-training's office. How had she just told the woman she just met that she had thought immensely about killing herself? If the woman didn't think she was crazy before, she definitely would now.
She shook her head in trying to rid herself of the thoughts she was having and went to find her brother. She found him sitting in a beanbag chair playing with Lego's. She smiled at the image before her and carefully approached Neal, not wanting to startle him.
"Done already?" He questioned, wondering why the session had lasted less than an hour.
Emma nodded, "Yeah, but I'm meeting up with her again on Monday, so by then I should have gathered up my thoughts and be able to talk about stuff." She admitted.
Neal smiled, "Thank you for doing this, Emma."
She smirked, "Did you see how hot she is? Of course I'm going to keep doing this." She laughed.
He gave her a knowing look. "Just be careful, Ems, I'd hate to see you end up hurt." He said as he led her down the hall to the elevator.
"I'm already broken, Neal, it can't get much worse than this." She stated matter-of-factly, entering the elevator after Neal.
Neal rolled his eyes, "Just promise me you'll be careful, okay?" He asked, after seeing her less than amused expression he continued, "Just to put my mind at ease." He stated pleadingly.
"Fine. I promise I'll be careful. Happy?" She grumbled.
Neal just smiled and waited for the elevator doors to open again.
Once they got back home, Emma's thoughts were once again spinning in her head, making it impossible to be aware of her surroundings. She was glad for that, if she had to hear one more fight about who gets the first helping of supper, she was going to lose her mind.
There were four of them. Emma, Neal, Ella and Killian. Emma didn't really mind Ella, except for the fact that she was always cleaning, Emma thought that the blonde was just trying to snoop through her stuff, although she had never caught her, she was almost positive that was the case. However, Emma absolutely despised Killian. He was always making eyes at her, trying to bed her; even though she had made it clear several times that she was not interested. The boy was persistent, she'd give him that.
She made her way up the stairs to the bedroom with whom she shared with Ella. She wasn't surprised to find the girl sweeping the floor when she entered.
"Stay away from my side of the room, please." Emma mumbled as she plopped herself down on the bed.
Ella huffed, "Well if I don't clean it, who will?"
Emma cocked an eyebrow, "That's the whole point." She said, finishing the conversation by rummaging through her backpack.
She remembered that Doctor Mills had given her, her cellphone number, for emergencies only, Emma reminded herself. She was thankful that her foster parents had at least given her a cellphone. Even if it was a decade old flip phone, she was grateful. She added the brunette doctor's number to her phone and a reminder for her appointment on Monday. She flipped her phone shut and pulled out her journal.
Yes, her journal. She would never admit to it, and she would hurt Ella if she ever told anyone, but Emma kept a journal in fear that she would forget everything that's happened to her, and she needed the constant reminder to not trust anyone because everyone turned on her eventually.
In her chicken scratch handwriting she wrote the date, and continued on with all the happenings from that day. When she was done, she signed her name and reviewed her entry from the night before. Seeing everything there in retrospect just brought back bad memories. She couldn't believe that she had felt like that just a mere ten hours ago. She couldn't believe that even now, as she was reading the printing she recognized as her own, she still felt the exact same.
Deciding that she didn't want to deal with those feelings at the moment, Emma slammed her journal shut and looked up to see that Ella was nowhere to be found.
"Emma! Get your ass down here for supper!" She heard her foster dad, Albert call her from the kitchen downstairs.
She rolled her eyes, threw her journal into her backpack and headed downstairs. When she got the kitchen she wasn't surprised to see that there was hardly any food left. She grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and scooped about half of what was left of the pasta into her bowl.
She sat down at the table next to Neal. She was actually concerned about eating at the table, because whenever they ate at the table, like a family, something was up.
"I'm sending one of you back." Albert declared as he took a swig of his now half empty bottle of beer sitting next to his own bowl.
Shock immediately plastered Emma's face. She had been here for three years. She had met Neal here. She can't be getting sent back. She hoped, with all of her might that it wasn't her, but she knew. She was always the one getting returned.
"Who is it?" Neal asked, grabbing Emma's hand in show of support.
Albert scowled, "Emma." He stated and then continued eating like nothing had happened.
"Why?" Emma asked, partially wavering and suddenly losing her appetite.
"Because we don't want you anymore, kid. That's why." He replied.
Emma glanced over to her foster-mother who looked just as battered and beaten as the kids. Emma was pissed. Everyone in this house was scared of Albert, but she never understood why. Sure, if you defied him, or talked back, you got a smack across the face, but he was just a man. There was nothing that he could actually do to hurt them.
"This is bullshit." Emma said, standing up from her place next to Neal.
Neal tried to grab her hand to get her to sit down again, silently telling her that she was just making things worse, but instead she ripped her hand out of his and continued.
"I've been here for three years! Three fucking terrible years. I'm getting out of here in a year. You know what? Forget it. At least I'll be out of this shit hole by tomorrow. I'm not even going to defend myself to you, asshole." She finished and stormed off to her room. Leaving everyone who was sitting at the table stunned.
When she got to her room she grabbed her cellphone and practically ran to the bathroom. Dialling the one number she had saved. After three rings, she heard a voice.
"Hello?" The voice answered.
"Doctor Mills?" Emma replied, her voice wavering and her eyes threatening to spill unshed tears.
A/N2: Sorry for the ending. But, hopefully Emma's life will get better from here on out! Please review! Once again, I sincerely apologize for the lateness of the chapter.
