She woke up a few hours later and looked at the sheets of paper resting beside her. She was angry and someone was going to pay. The empty feeling that had consumed her was now replaced by a burning anger and she needed to quench it or it would burn her up inside. She picked up her black dress that was now mostly dry and put it back on. She had somewhere to go and she was determined to get there no matter what, she had to make the pain go away. She got up and went downstairs, she had Alexis drop her off at home and then she got into one of the family cars and drove off to Pentonville there was one way to stop all of the pain and that was revenge.
Emily was skittish as she drove down the highway, it was the first time she'd gotten behind the wheel since the accident, but this was the only way she was going to get there, she knew if she asked someone to take her they would undoubtedly say no. She pulled into the spacious parking lot and was glad that she was in time for visitor's hours. She went through the metal detectors and then into the prison that housed the man who had to pay.
She had no idea what she was doing but a partial plan had formed into her mind at Alexis's. There had to be one prison guard on Sonny's payroll, she simply had to find him, and that was the problem. She saw a guard walking down the corridor and she thought that she'd seen him before talking to Jason, if she played her cards right then maybe he would help her.
"Can I talk to you in private?" she asked nervously, her hands were shaking, but she had no other choice, this was the only way. He led her to a small room and shut the door.
"Yes?" he asked, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I-I'm... uh Emily Q-Quartermaine, my brother is Jason Morgan and I was… I want a favor, please."
"I can't help you," he said turning around.
"No wait!" said Emily going to the door and shutting it. "I can prove it," she said pulling out a few pictures of her and Jason. "He works for Sonny Corinthos please I need your help, Sonny sent me over here."
"He sent you, a little girl? Here?" the guard asked, an amused look on his face.
All of a sudden Emily wondered if maybe this man wasn't even on Sonny's payroll anymore but she was determined to finish what she had started.
"Yes, he sent me and he told me to give you this." Emily pulled out eight one hundred dollar bills and handed them to him. "I just need to see Joseph Sorel…alone."
The man looked at her his eyes dancing. "Okay," he said putting the money in his pocket. "I could lose my job over this. Follow me," he grumbled opening the door and walking down a lone corridor. They had to be buzzed through a few times but no one asked any questions. He led her to a small room, the only furniture a metal table and two chairs, all of which were drilled into the floor, she guessed so that no one could throw anything.
"I'll be back in awhile," he said leaving.
Emily waited nervously when Jason and Sonny found out, which she knew that they would, there would be no doubt that they would be furious but she didn't…couldn't…care right now. She needed to face Zander's murder, she needed to look into his eyes and tell him how much she hated him.
She'd been waiting for half an hour when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Her stomach twisted into knots as mob-boss Joseph Sorel entered. He looked worried at first but when he saw her he began to laugh and in that moment Emily had never hated anyone more than she hated him at that moment. The prison guard handcuffed his hands to the table and his feet to the chair and then stood outside the cracked door, which put Emily on edge.
"Ms. Quartermaine isn't it?" Sorel asked his eyes full of laughter. "Why, you're wearing black, the color of mourning, you must have just come from a funeral, let me lend you my condolences. Make yourself comfortable, I do hope that dress isn't to hot. We wouldn't like you to feel like you were burning, now would we?" he asked a smirk on his face, his smug, arrogant face.
Emily looked at him her face was red with anger and she hated him and she wanted him to know it. With all the tired force she could muster she clenched her gauze wrapped hand and swung, her fist connecting with his jaw, but Emily was too angry to feel any pain. Raw hate burned through her and she wanted to see fear in his eyes, she wanted him to suffer and she wanted him to die. She wasn't herself, she knew that much, but who was she without Zander? Sorel was cursing at her but she didn't hear a word that he was saying, there was a roaring in her ears, like she was standing to close to a waterfall.
"That was a very dangerous move, Ms. Quartermaine; I can guarantee it won't go unrewarded." She heard him say through the roaring.
"I hope you burn in hell!" spat Emily, no longer feeling, she felt as if she was detached, that this was a bad novel or a play, only one emotion was left, hate and she could feel it burning inside of her.
"I believe I'll be going there soon, maybe I'll see you boyfriend."
Something snapped inside of her and she leaned across the table, her hands wrapped around his neck, he deserved to die, he was filth, she hated him and he was going to die.
"You took him away from me. He had so much to live for, I loved him and he's gone because of you, you did this, it's your fault!" screamed Emily as her mind went numb as she watched him, his face turning red, purple, as he tried to struggle but she squeezed harder using strength she didn't know she had. He was trying to fight her, he dug the handcuffs into his wrist as he tried to grab her wrists and pull her away but his attempts were futile as she pressed harder into his neck as tears ran down her face but she never looked away from him, she wanted to watch the life in his eyes flicker and die.
Zander's face appeared in her minds eye, this wasn't her, she wasn't like this, and as if suddenly realizing what she was doing her hands dropped from his neck and she backed away from him as Sorel gasped for precious air. She seemed to have as much trouble breathing as he did, what had she done…almost done. It took her a few minutes to calm herself enough to talk.
"If you try to hurt me, or anyone close to me, ever again then next time I will bring a lighter and we will see who really burns," she said her voice shaking. By now Sonny's guard was standing in the door way. Emily let out a sigh of relief as he led the half conscious Sorel out of the room. A few minutes later the guard came back to lead her out.
"That took guts," he said admiringly.
"No it didn't, only hate," she had lost control, she had almost taken a life and she had to wonder, was she really any better than Sorel?