So here's the next chapter. This one has more Tate/Emery goodness.
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Charlotte was completely embarrassed by Emery. Although Moira didn't seem to mind one bit by the erratic and completely rude behavior Emery had just displayed, Charlotte wanted to scream. Breathing deeply, Charlotte flashed Moira an apologetic look. Moira reciprocated the look, slightly aiming her body so she could point to the stove top.
"Would you like me to make you some tea?" Moira asked politely, taking in Charlotte's stressed behavior as a cry for it to be reduced.
Charlotte nodded, walking around the bar table to sit on the other side of it. Moira started the kettle, and excused herself to call the cab. Once Moira came back into the room, they resumed their conversation about the care of the house.
Ryan made his way down the stairs, exhausted from his first appointment with Tate. Tate reminded Ryan very much of his sister, Emery. So when Tate asked if he could talk to her after his appointment, he couldn't help but agree.
Ryan trusted Emery with men, as long as they weren't her father at least. Besides, her getting knocked up would be the least of Emery's issues. The range of medicine she was on was like a medical cocktail, and as long as she was taking those as long as her appointments, he was extremely hopeful that her recovery would continue.
He prescribed some medicine for Tate too, and maybe Emery can help him by telling him about how much of a pain it is but how much it can help. It would be like those friends she made in the psych ward.
Ryan was startled out of his wishful thoughts by the sight of a young woman. She was beautiful, with long red hair that was placed in a eloquent bun. What surprised Ryan the most was her maid uniform.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Ryan asked as his feet hit the floor of the main level. She turned to him and smiled.
"I'm Moira, I'll be your maid." Moira responded, curtsying slightly.
Ryan was about to continue questioning, when Charlotte came into the hallway. She smiled at the sight of the two together. "Oh good, you've meet each other. Ryan, this is Moira and she will be working for us. She knows loads about the house, having worked for the people before us." Charlotte said as she walked up to Ryan.
"I can start Thursday." Moira stated, looking back at Charlotte. Charlotte smiled and nodded.
"Great. We'll see you then?" Charlotte stated questioningly, looking to her husband for any sign of disagreement.
"See you then." Ryan agreed, letting Moira who was looking at between the two to smile back and nod before walking to the front door.
Emery walked into her room after having changed into a dry pair of leggings and a large short sleeved shirt. Tate was sitting on the floor crossed legged, leafing through Emery's tiny sketch book.
In the hospital, the doctors convinced her to sketch whatever was bothering her so she wouldn't hold it in. She found it a good way to divert her anger for Charlotte by drawing explicitly.
Tate looked up momentarily as Emery walked into the room, noticing how she had closed the door behind her. He looked back down at one image in particular, and waited for Emery to sit down in front of him before he asked about it.
"Who are these two?"
Emery smiled as she looked down at the drawing. It was of two young boys; twins to be exact. They had died brutally, if they had lived at all. "I thought I saw these two boys in the kitchen last night." Emery explained as she carefully brought her hand out to the sketch book, and slowly dragging it out of Tate's reach. He didn't question her actions, and instead watched her as she turned to a new page and stuck her hand under the bed, grabbing a pencil.
"Do you normally draw dead people?" Tate asks, looking at Emery's face as she starts a new sketch.
"Do you normally baptize people?" Emery rhetorically throws back at him, momentarily looking up at her drawing to see his reaction. He smiles at this and looks down at his lap, nodding as if to admit the silliness of the question. Emery sees this and smiles, her eyes going back to her drawing.
"Why did you move here?" Tate once again pushes for conversation, looking back to Emery's face.
"I wasn't joking when I said I stabbed a guy." Emery said, exhaling slowly at the end of the sentence, slightly fearing a bad reaction as she refused to look up to gauge his reaction. What she didn't see was a smile on Tate's face.
"Why did you do it?" Tate asked, trying to push the smile back off of his face so she wouldn't notice if she looked up.
"He let my mother die." Emery whispered; stopping her sketch as she briefly was pushed back into the past.
"I got kicked out of school." Tate stated, causing Emery to jolt out of her memories and smile.
"Yeah, me too." Emery said, picking her sketch back up where she left off.