finally i'm back! sorry i was gone so long i moved :) i hope you like this chapter because i tried to incorporated happy stuff and sad stuff and funny a bit maybe i don't know! anyways i hope you like it! for a moment here we i need to get down to buisness with you readers. i not angry but i would really appreciate if you would have the decency to review after reading... if you do that for me i can promise quick chapters.
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things you should know: emily is now 2 AND A HALF MONTHS PREGNANT! but i might not have made that very clear so i just wanted you wall you understand!
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After spending the entirely brutal day helping her father, like she had been doing for the past three weeks, with the weapons he had hiding in his sports store it was clear Elise was exhausted. The dark circles under her big brown eyes made it very visible. She was beginning to doze off with her head resting on her shoulder as the swiftly pulled into their driveway, and the friendly waves for their unknown neighbors quickly caught her gaze as she blinked and the car finally stopped. Elise knew she needed to think fast; she had to convince her dad to say hello to the strangers. After all, they were trying to fit in to this close nit neighborhood, they desperately needed to make friends with the people of this quaint little court.
Ian locked the car and turned towards the front door as he reached his hand to the bottom of his jeans pocket, searching for his set of house keys. He could sense the fact that his daughter was not following directly behind him. He looked back over his shoulder and watched Elise smile and wave back at the friendly people next door and now they were walking towards them. He wanted to start yelling, but he knew that his anger would raise red flags for everyone around the street and would only make Elise more upset about the whole situation so he stuffed the keys into his pant leg pocket once again and forced a pleasant smile onto his scowling face.
The couple looked to be in there late forties to early fifties. The husband was a tall man with clean cut short grey hair and the wife was an average height, blue eyed, blonde whose eyes were surrounded by deep wrinkles from laughing. Their smiles were so wide and white they looked almost impossibly fake, and right away Ian wanted to just disappear because people annoyed him, but it was too late.
"Hello! I'm Luke Noftal and this is my wife Kierra." He said as he reached out to shake hands with Ian.
Ian hated confrontation more than anything, but it was what he got for finding his dream family house in suburban London. Slowly he offered his hand and introduced himself. "Patrick Walsh and this is my daughter Alanna." He wrapped his arm around Elise's back as he spoke. She smiled politely and nodded her head.
Ian didn't really know how to carry a conversation he never wanted to start in the first place so he just stood there with a tight grip on his daughter and looked up and down these new acquaintances. They could all sense the awkwardness of each other so Kierra began to laugh gently and broke the silence with a friendly suggestion. "We were wondering if maybe you would all like to join us for dinner tomorrow night?"
Ian rubbed his hand on his neck and tilted it slightly as it cracked. Inside he was panicking; he had no excuse, no good reason why they wouldn't be available tomorrow night. If he said no their neighbors would notice lights in the house and start to suspect something was going on. He couldn't have nosy people watching his every move and they had no pre-arranged plans. Then it hit him. "My wife, Claire, she hasn't been all that well. I don't know if she will be feeling up to dinner, but maybe next time."
"Oh, okay... yes next time." She said before they turned around and headed back to their home slightly upset about their new neighbors being unable to come.
Ian sighed a sigh of relief and began slowly turning back toward his house, but before he could leave he was forcefully yanked back.
"Please Daddy? Please can we go? They had kids my age, and mommy would love to go she said she was feeling much better." Elise pleaded in an almost annoying tone, loudly so the couple would hear and she could see the anger in her father's eyes.
He huffed, trying not to make quite a big scene. "If you would really like to I guess we could and if your mother doesn't want to come then we can go alone." He just wanted her to stop; he would do anything for his daughter now. He was really starting to love her.
Overhearing everything Kierra jumped back into the conversation. "So we'll see you around tomorrow night, 5:30."
Ian and Elise both smiled and walked back to their house. She could see the anger that was building up inside her father so when he opened the door she quickly made a run for it to her room and closed the door to keep herself safe from his wrath.
She could hear faint mumbles and footsteps creeping up the stairs so she ran across her room and tried to hide under her bed. She listened as the thumping got louder and louder and she thought she was going to be sick until she heard a door creek open. She slowly inched her head out from under the bed and breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed her door was still shut. But why wasn't he coming after her? Slinking the rest of her body out, she grabbed a glass from the night before and held it to the wall. She could faintly her there conversation.
"Lauren? Luv?" he called as he entered the room and she was nowhere to be found. He knew she could not have gone far for the door was locked so he made himself comfortable on the corner of the bed and waited. A moment later she came strolling out of their on-suite. Emily quickly re-plastered her smiling mask making it look like she was really happy to see him, as if she really wanted him anywhere near her. The thought of him touching her even the slightest made her shiver.
"Where have you been? I was really lonely today, like always." She lied. She was actually happy he had given her another day to herself so she could really let herself grasp what was happening.
"We were working. How are you feeling?" he asked as he waited for Emily to join him on the bed but she lingered away.
"Much better. Sometimes I think he's doing this just to torture me." she tried to lighten the mood as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck. She wanted to be sick as he hugged her.
"Well at least you're not sick anymore because we're going to the neighbors for dinner tomorrow night." Emily could hear that he was irritated by that.
"Ian, you know she didn't mean to make you mad. You told her to blend in. Normal people would not decline an invitation to dinner if they had no real plans." Emily explained as she raised an eyebrow and let loose a tiny smile.
"Well we're not normal people." He frustratedly said.
"You moved us here so now either we have to act like we're just like everyone else or we will be caught. Do you really want that Ian?" she consulted as she looked out the window onto the street where children played oblivious of the serial killer who lived just next door.
He took a deep breath before walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, letting his hands lay limply on her stomach. "We will need to get our story straight before we go next door." he whispered in her ear.
"Okay... So where do we start?"
Elise spent the night listening to her parents try to invent a believable life story. She rubbed her eyes and ran to the kitchen for breakfast. At the bottom of the stairs she stopped frozen in her tracks. To her surprise there were chocolate chip pancakes on the table and her mother was sitting in the living room in a lounge chair skimming the paper.
"Good morning, sweetie." Emily said with a smile as she closed the paper and tossed it on the coffee table.
Elise raised her eyebrows. "What are you…how did you get out?" She asked in she began frantically looking around the room. "Wait where is he?"
"He when to the store. Would you like something to eat?"
"Who are you and what have you done with my mother?" she said sarcastically trying to lighten the mood.
"What do you mean, El?" Emily asked as she searched for a plate and utensils, but stopped as she noticed Elise biting at her nails. "Stop that before I cut your figures off." She threatened.
"Oh go cut your own off. We're trapped in this hellhole and you're all smiling and making pancakes? What is wrong with you? Why are you not thinking of a plan? We need to go home because….because I hate this place. I know I told you it would be fun to go on a vacation to London but this is not what I meant!"
"Oh honey. It's going to be okay." she comforted her daughter in her arms, tightly holding her as close and trying to do what she could to make everything better even though she knew she couldn't.
"Mommy, I want to go home." she pleaded as tears began to escape from her watery eyes.
"And we will because I have a plan." Emily said as she brushed Elise's hair off of her face.
"What do you mean?"She sniffled as she wiped her eyes and let go.
"I need you to tell their children that your father is a murderer."
"No way! He'll kill us 'cause he's a murderer!" she huffed in anger. Her heart broke a little more every time she reminded herself.
"I don't think he will."
"You don't think he will?" she snapped angered by her mother's calm tone and manner.
"He trusts us now. Just hear me out. I need you to trust me on this."
"Right, because last time I trusted you things worked out so great, didn't it? I'm trying to be strong here, but he got you pregnant again which is super risky because you're old... let's just face it, you're not getting any younger here, now are you! How do you expect to raise a baby here? I know you say don't always believe what you see on TV but Grey's Anatomy tells me that at your age they call it a high risk pregnancy. You could die. And then my only real family is that creep and grand-ma. And…"
Emily bit her lip to stop it from quivering as her heart shattered in pain, leaving her chest pounding. She was trying so hard to keep her hormones at bay. "Okay I get it, but your grand mother is not that bad. I know you're scared and that you're doing your best to lock your feelings deep inside. I know because I do the same thing, but right now I need you to believe that we're going home."
"I'm sorry, no filter… I speak my mind." She bowed her head.
"It's okay. Now eat then get in the shower because you only have an hour until he comes home and he wants you ready to go." She warned as she placed a single pancake on the plate and poured her a glass of juice.
"What time is it?" she asked, thinking it was still early.
"Almost 2:30. Now eat please." She laughed as she watched Elise hover down a pancake and disappear to her room. She found a cup of coffee. She stared out the window and closed her eyes. "I'm scared too, sweetie." She whispered as she wiped the single tear that threatened to fall.
dun dun dunnnnn... i know make her sound so vulnerable but it had to be done i'm sorry. she will become she same Emily we know very soon! don't forget reviews are making smiles :)