A Stupid, Worthless Boy
A/N: Well, I'm getting a wider variety of audience. That's good, right? Haha enjoy chapter 2. For those of you expecting my TBD sequel, um... wait patiently. I shall deliver. This is short, too, and I'm sorry but, blah, I only have one story line going on right now. So, I'll make them longer as more time passes.
Chapter 2: There's No Anecdote for Irony
Emma didn't know where she was going, but she knew she wasn't going home. She walked around a local mall for a few hours. She fingered the piece of paper of the studio Chris was at, knowing he expected her there when the trial was done. She checked her watch, glad it was only 1 P.M. and that he didn't realistically expect her until around 5. The trial was probably going to last a few days, each day getting out around 5.
She treated herself to a new outfit at the expense of her babysitting money. "It's so weird; I have to buy everything I need now. Every spare cent that isn't being spent on the bare minimum of food for Jack is being saved up for Snake. I can't even get my mom to get me a decent pair of jeans," she had complained to Manny just a few days prior.
She sighed at the thought and Manny's response. "That must be how Sean feels." Thinking of Sean always grounded her, brought her to a bad place in her subconscious. Sean was a mistake, one she'd never make again, but she missed someone understanding her, actually getting her.
She'd give it all up to once again hear the words, "Emma, I understand you. I feel with you. I'm here for you." She massaged her temples at a table in the food court since she felt the distinct pangs of a headache forming. She groaned when her cell phone started going off. She didn't care to play the guessing game since she really had no idea who it could be. She looked at the caller ID box but didn't recognize the number.
"Hello," she answered with her confident tone. Her best guess was that it was Chris at the studio calling from their number.
"Emma?" the voice asked.
"Yes?"
"Hey, I just got cleared of all the charges!" the voice said triumphantly.
"Who is this?" she asked, but she knew. She would know that voice anywhere; she just needed to know a name.
"You're saying you don't remember me? Come on, we only met a few hours ago," he said in a mock hurt tone.
"Well, I've given my number to at least half a dozen strangers today, so..."
"Very funny, Em," he said interrupting her. "Are you still around town?"
"Actually, yes I am. I'm sitting in a food court in the middle of the mall right now."
"Really? What're you..."
Emma was the one to interrupt this time. "My phone's beeping, do you want to call back in five minutes?"
"I can get off the line right now if you give me directions to this mall. I have some shopping to do, too."
"Alright," she said and proceeded to give him a 15 second verbal map to the mall.
"Thanks, I'll be there in a bit, stay in the food court."
"I will," she promised. She ended the call with him and tried to switch to the incoming call. "Hello?" she asked to empty air. "Damn, just missed it." She checked the caller ID. '1 Missed Call: Manny Cell' "Oh well, I'll call her later. She'll understand."
Emma stood up and brushed herself off a little. She checked her reflection in a window that she was sitting next to. She decided she could use a little more make-up to look better. She began to trek to the bathroom, but was interrupted when her male friend stopped directly in front of her. "Emma!" he said smiling.
"Oh, hey," she answered. "I didn't expect you here for a few more minutes, um, I'm sorry I still don't know your name."
"You don't? Oh, I must look like the biggest jackass. My name is Dean." Emma smiled wryly, feeling negative impulses at that name but not totally knowing why. "Where do you want to go?" he asked, breaking her train of thought.
"Hmm? Oh, um, it totally doesn't matter. I was really just killing time around the city."
"Well, I've been here plenty. This part of town, I mean. We could go get coffee or some dessert. What do you say, Emma?"
She looked around suspiciously. "We can walk there, right?"
He laughed. "I forgot that we just met. I hate to sound corny, but it seems as if I've known you for awhile. Yea, there's a coffee shop down the street, if that's fine."
"Perfect," Emma said with a slightly bigger than usual grin spreading on her face. They started their short walk to the coffee house chattering like old friends. Emma condensed her life story into the Reader's Digest version while Dean listened intently. Emma started to talk about Snake and how scared she will always be, and Dean reached down and grabbed her hand. She looked up at him and shyly smiled before continuing her story.
Halfway into their hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and coffee, black, Emma wrapped up her life story. She looked intently upon Dean. "So, what's your deal?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" he questioned raising his eyebrows.
"I mean, why were you at the courthouse today? What were you accused of doing?"
"Oh, that. It was actually a rape trial," he said slowly, practically choking on every syllable.
Emma did a double take, and if she had had any hot chocolate in her mouth, she would've spit it out. "What?"
"Two girls accused me of rape."
"Oh my God," she said slowly, trying to have it all make sense. "Oh my God, you raped Manny and Paige."
A/N: Well, I'm getting a wider variety of audience. That's good, right? Haha enjoy chapter 2. For those of you expecting my TBD sequel, um... wait patiently. I shall deliver. This is short, too, and I'm sorry but, blah, I only have one story line going on right now. So, I'll make them longer as more time passes.
Chapter 2: There's No Anecdote for Irony
Emma didn't know where she was going, but she knew she wasn't going home. She walked around a local mall for a few hours. She fingered the piece of paper of the studio Chris was at, knowing he expected her there when the trial was done. She checked her watch, glad it was only 1 P.M. and that he didn't realistically expect her until around 5. The trial was probably going to last a few days, each day getting out around 5.
She treated herself to a new outfit at the expense of her babysitting money. "It's so weird; I have to buy everything I need now. Every spare cent that isn't being spent on the bare minimum of food for Jack is being saved up for Snake. I can't even get my mom to get me a decent pair of jeans," she had complained to Manny just a few days prior.
She sighed at the thought and Manny's response. "That must be how Sean feels." Thinking of Sean always grounded her, brought her to a bad place in her subconscious. Sean was a mistake, one she'd never make again, but she missed someone understanding her, actually getting her.
She'd give it all up to once again hear the words, "Emma, I understand you. I feel with you. I'm here for you." She massaged her temples at a table in the food court since she felt the distinct pangs of a headache forming. She groaned when her cell phone started going off. She didn't care to play the guessing game since she really had no idea who it could be. She looked at the caller ID box but didn't recognize the number.
"Hello," she answered with her confident tone. Her best guess was that it was Chris at the studio calling from their number.
"Emma?" the voice asked.
"Yes?"
"Hey, I just got cleared of all the charges!" the voice said triumphantly.
"Who is this?" she asked, but she knew. She would know that voice anywhere; she just needed to know a name.
"You're saying you don't remember me? Come on, we only met a few hours ago," he said in a mock hurt tone.
"Well, I've given my number to at least half a dozen strangers today, so..."
"Very funny, Em," he said interrupting her. "Are you still around town?"
"Actually, yes I am. I'm sitting in a food court in the middle of the mall right now."
"Really? What're you..."
Emma was the one to interrupt this time. "My phone's beeping, do you want to call back in five minutes?"
"I can get off the line right now if you give me directions to this mall. I have some shopping to do, too."
"Alright," she said and proceeded to give him a 15 second verbal map to the mall.
"Thanks, I'll be there in a bit, stay in the food court."
"I will," she promised. She ended the call with him and tried to switch to the incoming call. "Hello?" she asked to empty air. "Damn, just missed it." She checked the caller ID. '1 Missed Call: Manny Cell' "Oh well, I'll call her later. She'll understand."
Emma stood up and brushed herself off a little. She checked her reflection in a window that she was sitting next to. She decided she could use a little more make-up to look better. She began to trek to the bathroom, but was interrupted when her male friend stopped directly in front of her. "Emma!" he said smiling.
"Oh, hey," she answered. "I didn't expect you here for a few more minutes, um, I'm sorry I still don't know your name."
"You don't? Oh, I must look like the biggest jackass. My name is Dean." Emma smiled wryly, feeling negative impulses at that name but not totally knowing why. "Where do you want to go?" he asked, breaking her train of thought.
"Hmm? Oh, um, it totally doesn't matter. I was really just killing time around the city."
"Well, I've been here plenty. This part of town, I mean. We could go get coffee or some dessert. What do you say, Emma?"
She looked around suspiciously. "We can walk there, right?"
He laughed. "I forgot that we just met. I hate to sound corny, but it seems as if I've known you for awhile. Yea, there's a coffee shop down the street, if that's fine."
"Perfect," Emma said with a slightly bigger than usual grin spreading on her face. They started their short walk to the coffee house chattering like old friends. Emma condensed her life story into the Reader's Digest version while Dean listened intently. Emma started to talk about Snake and how scared she will always be, and Dean reached down and grabbed her hand. She looked up at him and shyly smiled before continuing her story.
Halfway into their hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and coffee, black, Emma wrapped up her life story. She looked intently upon Dean. "So, what's your deal?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" he questioned raising his eyebrows.
"I mean, why were you at the courthouse today? What were you accused of doing?"
"Oh, that. It was actually a rape trial," he said slowly, practically choking on every syllable.
Emma did a double take, and if she had had any hot chocolate in her mouth, she would've spit it out. "What?"
"Two girls accused me of rape."
"Oh my God," she said slowly, trying to have it all make sense. "Oh my God, you raped Manny and Paige."