A new face out of the race
Chapter 19
Meanwhile in Emily's room...
Emily groaned as the sun from the window sneaked through the blinds. Emily closed her eyes hoping to just go back to sleep. Wait a minute! Emily thought, there were no windows in the room! Emily sat up quickly and looked around. She was in another room. It wasn't purple and gold, it was red and blue! Lucky wasn't here either! Emily groaned and put her head in the pillow. She was still Helena's hostage! She sat up again when the door opened. A figure walked in and closed the door. He walked closer to her.
"Well, well, well. Sleeping beauty finally woke up." The voice taunted her. A man's voice. He stepped closer, coming out of the shadows.
Emily screamed and woke up from the nightmare. She jumped up from the bed and landed on the floor. All the tears that she was trying to fight for the last few years finally fell. Her head fell on the carpet and she let it soak up her tears. She cried for the pain and memories, of deaths and her broken past. She cried until she couldn't cry anymore. Until her eyes were just dry sockets. Until then only she noticed that her tears didn't soak up the carpet anymore, but a t-shirt. She wiped her eyes and looked up to the face holding her. She screamed once again and backed away from the man. It was her kidnapper!
He walked closer to her again, not saying a word. She scooted back some more until she was backed to the wall. He came closer until he was a few feet away from her.
Emily gulped and tried gaining her strength and courage. She couldn't find them. When she let go of her emotions for the first time in years, she found she lost them. She was vulnerable. Vulnerability was a bad thing, especially in her situation.
The life she had been living for the last few years had been lies. She had nowhere to go. She was hungry and cold. All her belongings were in a small backpack, and she had lost those. She had lost the people she had learned to care for. She lost the only sister she had ever had, even if she could care less about her. She had lost everything when she really thought about it. She felt like crying again, but kept back the tears.
When her tears fell after a couple of years she fell into Zander's trap. She couldn't do that again. She needed...Lucky and Jason. She frowned and put her head down in her hands. All these years of independence and here she was dependent of them! She felt like screaming. She needed to be loved and cared for by Lucky, she needed Jason's support and his home. She might get Lucky again, but after one comment she lost Jason. One stupid comment she didn't mean! It just slipped! She lost a home in the process as well; She was back to where she was before. Homeless, lonely, hungry and unloved.
When she felt a tear slide down her cheeks, she quickly wiped them away and came out of her thoughts. She looked around in her surroundings for something to use as a weapon. Zander was still close to her, thinking about what to do, she guessed.
Zander stopped where he was, a few feet away from her and too close for comfort. "Emily..." He stepped a little closer, but stopped when she put arms protectively around her, but he continued talking nonetheless. "I'm sorry I had to go to such extreme actions Emily, but I care about you and don't want to see you hurt anymore." He told her sincerely.
"You barely know me!" Emily protested. "How could you even know my hurts or care about me?"
Zander stared at her. "You don't remember me?" He asked and shook his head when he realized she didn't. "I was hoping you did."
"Who are you?" Emily asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this. He remembers her, but she didn't remember him.
"You know who I am Emily. I already told you my name a week ago." Zander explained.
"If I knew you before, don't you think your name or appearance would be familiar?" Emily glared at him.
"Your right." Zander realized and continued. "I use to go by the name of Alex." He said, hoping it will clue her in.
Emily thought hard for a minute. "I don't remember." She answered and shook her head. This was all too much.
"Don't blame you. Your past didn't hold too many good memories." Zander commented.
"How do you know?" Emily demanded, willing herself to get away from memories of her past.
"I was there Emily. I knew you when you were young. We were friends. Does the name Frank Smith at least sound familiar?" Zander asked, hoping for any memory. He didn't want to go as far as mentioning his grandfather, but he was desperate.
"I've heard it before." Emily said warily with narrowed eyes.
"He was my grandfather." He explained and leaned down to her height. "He went to see your dad when you were about five. I went with him because my mom, Jennifer Smith, was off, um, doing something." Zander shrugged as he said this. His mom never really cared nor told him anything. "They worked together so when he came, I came and ended up playing with you to keep busy. We became friends, not close but you never let me that close. So for a few months we got to know each other, but then your dad betrayed my grandfather. They lost contact. I never heard from you again." Zander took a breath and looked away. "I thought you were dead, with the bruises you always had. I expected your dad killed you until Helena came towards me. She told me about a girl. It was you Emily. I was so desperate to see you again I followed Helena's plan just to know you were okay." Zander sighed and looked around. "I just never expected it to go this far. You have no idea how sorry I am for that."
Emily didn't know what to say. A few memories came, but they were vague. Zander sounded so sincere, but she didn't know if she could trust him.
"I know you don't trust me yet. You never really learned to do so. But I knew you were having nightmares and reliving your past. I knew your home life wasn't too good either. I just wanted to help." He admitted.
"How did you know what was going on?" Emily asked, suspicious of him again.
"I know it wasn't right, but I hired a private investigator." Zander said gloomily.
"You did what?" Emily demanded.
"I just needed to know what was going on. It wasn't a total selfish thing I swear. I just wanted to help."
Emily thought about it. She needed help in this situation and Lucky wasn't here, so she had to test him.
"If you want to help, where's Lucky?" She asked.
"In the bedroom down the hall." Zander answered. "Where you were before."
"Why was I moved?" That had been bugging her for sometime.
"Helena didn't want you two to get too attached and find a way out."
"There's a way out?" Emily questioned, she didn't see a way out. There were no windows there. Very small vents, but no way for them to fit through, the only way was the front or back doors and she knew they would be guarded.
"Yeah, I found it before she had the rest destroyed. I hid it in case Helena went crazy like this." Zander motioned across the room. "She must have had an idea that it was there."
"Then why leave Lucky there to find it?" Emily wondered out loud.
"Good question. I figured she knew Lucky would be too worried to think that far." Zander explained.
"Lucky's that worried?" Emily was surprised. She knew he would be worried, but not that much.
"Don't you see the way he looks at you? He has fallen for you Emily, just as you have for him."
"What?" Emily asked, in shock. Zander knew of her feelings for Lucky? Did everybody?
"I know you better than you think Emily." Zander gave a comforting smile and sat up. He held out a hand. "Come on, we have somewhere to go."
Emily looked at his hand. Jason did the same thing. And look what happened! "Where are we going?" She asked, wary of this room and building.
"I am going to get you out of here. I know you don't want help, but sometimes its needed." Zander said, still holding out his hand.
Emily thought about that for a second and nodded. He was right. She hesitated to grab hold of his hand, but did in the end.
Zander then guided Emily towards the door and opened it a peak. There was a guard. He looked back to the room door and Zander closed it when the guard looked away.
"Okay, I have a plan." Zander said and sat Emily down back on the bed and sat next to her and whispered his plan to her.
Author's note: Hey, I wanted to inform you about the trilogy. I decided to do one. I have my ideas set up and it will be started sometime after this one is finished. While we are on that thought, any ideas for a title? Please review and tell me them, or comment on the third and final story. Advanced thanks.
Meanwhile in Emily's room...
Emily groaned as the sun from the window sneaked through the blinds. Emily closed her eyes hoping to just go back to sleep. Wait a minute! Emily thought, there were no windows in the room! Emily sat up quickly and looked around. She was in another room. It wasn't purple and gold, it was red and blue! Lucky wasn't here either! Emily groaned and put her head in the pillow. She was still Helena's hostage! She sat up again when the door opened. A figure walked in and closed the door. He walked closer to her.
"Well, well, well. Sleeping beauty finally woke up." The voice taunted her. A man's voice. He stepped closer, coming out of the shadows.
Emily screamed and woke up from the nightmare. She jumped up from the bed and landed on the floor. All the tears that she was trying to fight for the last few years finally fell. Her head fell on the carpet and she let it soak up her tears. She cried for the pain and memories, of deaths and her broken past. She cried until she couldn't cry anymore. Until her eyes were just dry sockets. Until then only she noticed that her tears didn't soak up the carpet anymore, but a t-shirt. She wiped her eyes and looked up to the face holding her. She screamed once again and backed away from the man. It was her kidnapper!
He walked closer to her again, not saying a word. She scooted back some more until she was backed to the wall. He came closer until he was a few feet away from her.
Emily gulped and tried gaining her strength and courage. She couldn't find them. When she let go of her emotions for the first time in years, she found she lost them. She was vulnerable. Vulnerability was a bad thing, especially in her situation.
The life she had been living for the last few years had been lies. She had nowhere to go. She was hungry and cold. All her belongings were in a small backpack, and she had lost those. She had lost the people she had learned to care for. She lost the only sister she had ever had, even if she could care less about her. She had lost everything when she really thought about it. She felt like crying again, but kept back the tears.
When her tears fell after a couple of years she fell into Zander's trap. She couldn't do that again. She needed...Lucky and Jason. She frowned and put her head down in her hands. All these years of independence and here she was dependent of them! She felt like screaming. She needed to be loved and cared for by Lucky, she needed Jason's support and his home. She might get Lucky again, but after one comment she lost Jason. One stupid comment she didn't mean! It just slipped! She lost a home in the process as well; She was back to where she was before. Homeless, lonely, hungry and unloved.
When she felt a tear slide down her cheeks, she quickly wiped them away and came out of her thoughts. She looked around in her surroundings for something to use as a weapon. Zander was still close to her, thinking about what to do, she guessed.
Zander stopped where he was, a few feet away from her and too close for comfort. "Emily..." He stepped a little closer, but stopped when she put arms protectively around her, but he continued talking nonetheless. "I'm sorry I had to go to such extreme actions Emily, but I care about you and don't want to see you hurt anymore." He told her sincerely.
"You barely know me!" Emily protested. "How could you even know my hurts or care about me?"
Zander stared at her. "You don't remember me?" He asked and shook his head when he realized she didn't. "I was hoping you did."
"Who are you?" Emily asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this. He remembers her, but she didn't remember him.
"You know who I am Emily. I already told you my name a week ago." Zander explained.
"If I knew you before, don't you think your name or appearance would be familiar?" Emily glared at him.
"Your right." Zander realized and continued. "I use to go by the name of Alex." He said, hoping it will clue her in.
Emily thought hard for a minute. "I don't remember." She answered and shook her head. This was all too much.
"Don't blame you. Your past didn't hold too many good memories." Zander commented.
"How do you know?" Emily demanded, willing herself to get away from memories of her past.
"I was there Emily. I knew you when you were young. We were friends. Does the name Frank Smith at least sound familiar?" Zander asked, hoping for any memory. He didn't want to go as far as mentioning his grandfather, but he was desperate.
"I've heard it before." Emily said warily with narrowed eyes.
"He was my grandfather." He explained and leaned down to her height. "He went to see your dad when you were about five. I went with him because my mom, Jennifer Smith, was off, um, doing something." Zander shrugged as he said this. His mom never really cared nor told him anything. "They worked together so when he came, I came and ended up playing with you to keep busy. We became friends, not close but you never let me that close. So for a few months we got to know each other, but then your dad betrayed my grandfather. They lost contact. I never heard from you again." Zander took a breath and looked away. "I thought you were dead, with the bruises you always had. I expected your dad killed you until Helena came towards me. She told me about a girl. It was you Emily. I was so desperate to see you again I followed Helena's plan just to know you were okay." Zander sighed and looked around. "I just never expected it to go this far. You have no idea how sorry I am for that."
Emily didn't know what to say. A few memories came, but they were vague. Zander sounded so sincere, but she didn't know if she could trust him.
"I know you don't trust me yet. You never really learned to do so. But I knew you were having nightmares and reliving your past. I knew your home life wasn't too good either. I just wanted to help." He admitted.
"How did you know what was going on?" Emily asked, suspicious of him again.
"I know it wasn't right, but I hired a private investigator." Zander said gloomily.
"You did what?" Emily demanded.
"I just needed to know what was going on. It wasn't a total selfish thing I swear. I just wanted to help."
Emily thought about it. She needed help in this situation and Lucky wasn't here, so she had to test him.
"If you want to help, where's Lucky?" She asked.
"In the bedroom down the hall." Zander answered. "Where you were before."
"Why was I moved?" That had been bugging her for sometime.
"Helena didn't want you two to get too attached and find a way out."
"There's a way out?" Emily questioned, she didn't see a way out. There were no windows there. Very small vents, but no way for them to fit through, the only way was the front or back doors and she knew they would be guarded.
"Yeah, I found it before she had the rest destroyed. I hid it in case Helena went crazy like this." Zander motioned across the room. "She must have had an idea that it was there."
"Then why leave Lucky there to find it?" Emily wondered out loud.
"Good question. I figured she knew Lucky would be too worried to think that far." Zander explained.
"Lucky's that worried?" Emily was surprised. She knew he would be worried, but not that much.
"Don't you see the way he looks at you? He has fallen for you Emily, just as you have for him."
"What?" Emily asked, in shock. Zander knew of her feelings for Lucky? Did everybody?
"I know you better than you think Emily." Zander gave a comforting smile and sat up. He held out a hand. "Come on, we have somewhere to go."
Emily looked at his hand. Jason did the same thing. And look what happened! "Where are we going?" She asked, wary of this room and building.
"I am going to get you out of here. I know you don't want help, but sometimes its needed." Zander said, still holding out his hand.
Emily thought about that for a second and nodded. He was right. She hesitated to grab hold of his hand, but did in the end.
Zander then guided Emily towards the door and opened it a peak. There was a guard. He looked back to the room door and Zander closed it when the guard looked away.
"Okay, I have a plan." Zander said and sat Emily down back on the bed and sat next to her and whispered his plan to her.
Author's note: Hey, I wanted to inform you about the trilogy. I decided to do one. I have my ideas set up and it will be started sometime after this one is finished. While we are on that thought, any ideas for a title? Please review and tell me them, or comment on the third and final story. Advanced thanks.