Sweet Revenge
Chapter 3
Rated R for violence
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Previously: Emma saved the day when she claimed she got a reporter to back off the story about Abbey's drug problem, Jed told Abbey he was in remission
Summary: Abbey decides to start over with Emma
When Jed and Abbey returned to their bedroom, he sensed there was tension between them, but he wasn't quite sure why. He knew Abbey never really cared for Emma, but now that she saved them both from public humiliation, he thought Abbey might not be so hard on her.
"You're awfully quiet," he said, finally breaking the silence. She didn't respond. "Abbey." He walked around the bed, gently putting his hand on her shoulders and turning her to face him. "What's wrong?"
"Why didn't you tell me that you gave CJ the greenlight to hire her?"
"Who, Emma? I told you that."
"No, Jed, you didn't. You told me that CJ hired her. You said she had excellent credentials and when CJ found out she interned for you, she was sold. You never once said that CJ spoke to you about it."
"I'm sorry, honey. I thought I did."
Abbey turned away from him, quietly making up the bed and fluffing her pillow. It always infuriated Jed when she wouldn't acknowledge his apologies.
"Anyway, what's the big deal?" he asked her.
"No big deal."
"Don't tell me it's no big deal when you're angry." Jed replied, frustrated by her attitude. After a few seconds, he walked in front of her and and cupped her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Abbey. Come on. What's going on?"
Abbey knew she should talk to him about her feelings, but she couldn't even explain her feelings. She didn't know why she felt the way she did, or why she was angry with Jed. All he did was fulfill a promise to help a former intern. Abbey had known about the promise. It didn't bother her back then, but then again, she never dreamed Emma would ever be working for Jed again. She just assumed Jed would get her a cozy little job on Capitol Hill and that would be the end of it.
"I don't know why she bothers me so much," she admitted. "I know she shouldn't. I mean, she's never really done anything to me. She's never so much as given me a dirty look. There's just something about her I don't trust."
Jed was moved by her candor. He kissed her on the lips and pulled her into his arms. "Sweetheart, you know I love you and usually, I find your intuition about these things endearing, but isn't it possible that maybe this time, you're wrong? Have you ever even gotten to know her?"
"No, I guess I haven't."
"Maybe you should talk to her. It'll put your mind at ease."
Abbey smiled, looking up at her husband while still cradled in his embrace. He was right. She never gave Emma a chance. If she got close to her, maybe she'd like her. And if she didn't, then maybe she could finally explain why.
"Okay," she agreed as she pulled away to turn off the light and get ready to crawl into bed.
The next morning, Abbey was determined to keep her word to Jed. She wanted to give herself a chance to get to know Emma. She walked down to the press office to personally invite Emma to lunch in the Residence. Emma jumped at the chance. She never expected Abbey to roll out the welcome mat, but now that she had, she wouldn't let the opportunity slip through her fingers.
When Emma arrived at the Residence that afternoon, Abbey was still preparing lunch in the kitchen. Emma offered to help, but her mind quickly wandered as she caught a glimpse of the large butcher knife on the counter. It would be so easy, she thought. She had fantasies about this moment. She would grab Abbey by the hair and drag her into the other room. She'd hold her tightly from behind with the knife to her throat, making her beg for her life. And even after Abbey would tearfully plead with Emma to let her live, Emma would still take great joy in slicing her throat slowly, painfully. Abbey's agonizing scream was a lullaby to her ears.
"Emma?" Abbey called out on her way out of the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
"Could you just grab an extra fork please?"
"Of course," Emma responded as she walked over to the counter, still mesmerized by the knife. For one second she picked it up, looked it over, then put it back. It would be too quick, she thought. She didn't want Abbey to feel pain just for a minute or two. She wanted her to feel a lifetime of misery. In order for that happen, Abbey couldn't die. She'd have to live to see Jed die instead. She'd have to live so she could be the cause of his death. Only then would she know what true suffering was.
TBC
Chapter 3
Rated R for violence
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Previously: Emma saved the day when she claimed she got a reporter to back off the story about Abbey's drug problem, Jed told Abbey he was in remission
Summary: Abbey decides to start over with Emma
When Jed and Abbey returned to their bedroom, he sensed there was tension between them, but he wasn't quite sure why. He knew Abbey never really cared for Emma, but now that she saved them both from public humiliation, he thought Abbey might not be so hard on her.
"You're awfully quiet," he said, finally breaking the silence. She didn't respond. "Abbey." He walked around the bed, gently putting his hand on her shoulders and turning her to face him. "What's wrong?"
"Why didn't you tell me that you gave CJ the greenlight to hire her?"
"Who, Emma? I told you that."
"No, Jed, you didn't. You told me that CJ hired her. You said she had excellent credentials and when CJ found out she interned for you, she was sold. You never once said that CJ spoke to you about it."
"I'm sorry, honey. I thought I did."
Abbey turned away from him, quietly making up the bed and fluffing her pillow. It always infuriated Jed when she wouldn't acknowledge his apologies.
"Anyway, what's the big deal?" he asked her.
"No big deal."
"Don't tell me it's no big deal when you're angry." Jed replied, frustrated by her attitude. After a few seconds, he walked in front of her and and cupped her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Abbey. Come on. What's going on?"
Abbey knew she should talk to him about her feelings, but she couldn't even explain her feelings. She didn't know why she felt the way she did, or why she was angry with Jed. All he did was fulfill a promise to help a former intern. Abbey had known about the promise. It didn't bother her back then, but then again, she never dreamed Emma would ever be working for Jed again. She just assumed Jed would get her a cozy little job on Capitol Hill and that would be the end of it.
"I don't know why she bothers me so much," she admitted. "I know she shouldn't. I mean, she's never really done anything to me. She's never so much as given me a dirty look. There's just something about her I don't trust."
Jed was moved by her candor. He kissed her on the lips and pulled her into his arms. "Sweetheart, you know I love you and usually, I find your intuition about these things endearing, but isn't it possible that maybe this time, you're wrong? Have you ever even gotten to know her?"
"No, I guess I haven't."
"Maybe you should talk to her. It'll put your mind at ease."
Abbey smiled, looking up at her husband while still cradled in his embrace. He was right. She never gave Emma a chance. If she got close to her, maybe she'd like her. And if she didn't, then maybe she could finally explain why.
"Okay," she agreed as she pulled away to turn off the light and get ready to crawl into bed.
The next morning, Abbey was determined to keep her word to Jed. She wanted to give herself a chance to get to know Emma. She walked down to the press office to personally invite Emma to lunch in the Residence. Emma jumped at the chance. She never expected Abbey to roll out the welcome mat, but now that she had, she wouldn't let the opportunity slip through her fingers.
When Emma arrived at the Residence that afternoon, Abbey was still preparing lunch in the kitchen. Emma offered to help, but her mind quickly wandered as she caught a glimpse of the large butcher knife on the counter. It would be so easy, she thought. She had fantasies about this moment. She would grab Abbey by the hair and drag her into the other room. She'd hold her tightly from behind with the knife to her throat, making her beg for her life. And even after Abbey would tearfully plead with Emma to let her live, Emma would still take great joy in slicing her throat slowly, painfully. Abbey's agonizing scream was a lullaby to her ears.
"Emma?" Abbey called out on her way out of the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
"Could you just grab an extra fork please?"
"Of course," Emma responded as she walked over to the counter, still mesmerized by the knife. For one second she picked it up, looked it over, then put it back. It would be too quick, she thought. She didn't want Abbey to feel pain just for a minute or two. She wanted her to feel a lifetime of misery. In order for that happen, Abbey couldn't die. She'd have to live to see Jed die instead. She'd have to live so she could be the cause of his death. Only then would she know what true suffering was.
TBC