Okay~ this is part two. If all goes according to plan there should end up
being 8-9 chapters. Disclaimer: I own nothing with the exception of the guy
Emma meets in this chapter. I want to say thanks to everyone who reviewd. I
was totally blow away and wayyyyy flattered. To answer your question
AshleyTwin: I really hadn't thought about bringing Jimmy into this. I guess
I should explain that in this Craig is her boyfriend but you've given me
some stuff to play with concerning later chapters.
** Fair warning: I was a little distracted when writing this so I think it kinda sucks. I thought part 1 was better anyway. Hope you enjoy it though! Please review when you're done!!!!! If you have any questions or comments please e-mail me. XoXo ~SJ**
The motel room was freezing cold and Sean knew that things couldn't continue like this. He hadn't eaten something in too long, was freezing his ass off, and was bored out of his mind. He'd flicked on the news channel a few times only to see stories of people that had been murdered and people that were missing, himself included in one of the stories. It was only a little blurb, a Canadian kid missing, possibly in the US now, the FBI looking but nothing big enough to report on was happening. It was only a few days later when he heard a similar story that he stopped and listened to this blurb. He thought it was about him again but it was Emma's picture that popped up on the screen.
There were two of them, the first being a school picture of just Emma. The second one caught his attention. The reporter was babbling about the fact that there were now two Canadian kids missing and that they knew each other. It was at this point that the second picture appeared one that Spike had taken when they went on their first date. Emma's run away? Why would she do something that stupid? Where does she think she is going? He asked himself as the female reporter moved on to more pressing subjects. It hit him over the head almost immediately. Me. Emma is looking for me. I told her a while back about going to Erie and she is on her way here to find me. Again, I've ruined her life. Spike and Snake are going to kill her. Spike and Snake are gonna kill me! He thought. One thing was clear in his mind, however. He needed to find Emma and make sure that she was okay.
The bus station was in desperate need of repair. It seemed like this part of Erie was crumbling into oblivion. Obviously, it was a forgotten place. It was one of those towns that everyone forgets about until it is too late to fix it. To call it a ghetto was to stereotype it and that just wouldn't work. Sure, it looked like a place where guns, drug deals, and gang wars were a part of the normal routine, but looks are only looks. Still, Emma pulled her winter jacket more tightly around herself and started in the direction of a hotel. Even if this place was the nicest city that people could live in, the looks still scared her and she was still wandering around on her own.
"Hey, kid, you lost?" A gruff male voice called to her, making her jump. Emma looked at him and cringed inwardly. The man was in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt and was at least a full foot taller than she was. He could easily lift her off the ground and throw her a foot or so.
"No." She lied and sped up, hoping he'd leave her alone. He shrugged his shoulders and let her go on her way. She made it all the way to the hotel when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun quickly to find herself face to face with a man that looked something like Craig's father. The happy look concealing the violence within.
"Is everything all right, dear, you look a little perplexed?" He asked in a concerned tone and Emma wondered if maybe he were a guidance counselor. She shook her head mentally and moved out of his grasp.
"Everything is fine. I'm not perplexed." Emma told him, moving closer to the door of the hotel.
"Really? I'd hate it of you were lying. I might be able to help, you know." He replied and Emma got a little more creeped out. Something was really off about this guy.
"I don't need any help, thanks. I'm just going to get inside and meet my boyfriend, he's waiting for me." Emma told him, not caring how he took it. She hoped that if he knew she was expected he'd let her be on her way. Apparently, that wasn't the case.
"Oh, you are a bad liar, aren't you?" He mumbled rubbing a finger over her cheek. Emma cringed at the touch and tried to get away from him as quickly as she could, he was too fast for her and she found herself caught in his arms as a prick at the back of her neck sent her into a peaceful oblivion.
Craig looked at Ashley, lying pale and unmoving on the hospital bed, and wondered if she dreamed. He wondered if, in her comatose state, she could dream and if she could if those dreams were good dreams. Was she dreaming of flying high above the clouds, free as a bird, or was she suffering from nightmares where the terror was strong enough to feel as if it were choking her? Was she dreaming of the fire that had put her here in the first place? Was she dreaming of her family? Was she dreaming of him?
"Oh, Ash. I wish that things could be easier for you. I wish that none of this had happened and that you didn't have yet another thing to get through." He told her, kissing the back of her hand, careful to avoid the IV.
"Craig, have you gotten any sleep?" Mr. Isaacs asked entering the room. Craig looked up and his bloodshot eyes betrayed the lie that slid easily from his lips. Mr. Issacs shook his head.
"Go home and get some real rest, come back in the morning." Mrs. Isaacs told him joining her second husband.
"I don't want to leave her," Craig confessed and Mrs. Isaacs smiled softly.
"She won't be alone, Craig, and we'll call you right away if something changes." She promised him as he turned back to Ashley.
"I'll be back in a little." He whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek and leaving the room. He walked back to his home with Joey, wondering of Angela was asleep yet. He felt the need to be near his little sister but he wasn't sure why. One name came to mind as he walked up the steps to the front door, Emma. Why Emma? Craig brushed it off, thinking it only to be because he'd seen her earlier and was still worried. I'll call Mr. Simpson in the morning. He decided as he opened the door, and that was the last he thought of Emma that night.
She was cold. That was the first thing that she noticed. Everything was cold, her feet, her arms, her fingers, and especially her face. With difficulty, Emma opened her eyes and looked around the dark room. The cinderblock walls told her nothing of her current location and the single window let in little light. Emma pushed herself into a sitting position slowly and fought the dizziness that threatened to overtake her. When she was sure that she wouldn't pass out, Emma used the wall to pull herself into a standing position. She was a few inches short of the window and she stretched up to it trying to pull her body up. She pulled herself up enough so that she could see out of it. She saw only pavement and snow. Emma groaned and slid back down the wall and to the floor.
She was trapped some place she didn't recognize, trapped in a little room. She looked to the door and tried that though she already knew somehow that it was locked. Emma looked around the empty room and screamed in anger. She was trapped and it was that man's entire fault. He'd drugged her, locked her up, and had allowed her to freeze her ass off. For what? What was he going to do to her? Where were they now? Where was he? There were so many questions and so few answers. Emma sighed and sat down on the cold stone floor. For now there was nothing that she could do except wait.
Spike found herself pacing their family room for the fifth time that day. Snake was at the police department again, trying to find out if they had any leads. She had just completed her seventh turn when she felt a contraction, which was accompanied by water running down her legs.
"Oh, no. Not now, baby. Now is not a good time for this." She told the child in her womb, the child that was ready now to be born. After the contraction passed, Spike made her way to the telephone quickly and punched in Joey's number. Caitlin was staying with him for a few days and they would be able to help her.
"Hello?" Angela's innocent voices called over the line.
"Angela, sweetie, its Spike. Is your daddy there?" Spike asked, taking deep breaths to calm herself. It wasn't working.
"Yes," Angela replied.
"I really need to talk to him, can you please get him?" Spike asked as another contraction hit. She could hear the telephone being put down and Angela calling Joey. As they got closer to the telephone, she could hear their conversation too.
"Who is it sweetie?" Joey was asking her. Spike couldn't hear her response but she could hear Joey's. "What do you mean Spike sounds like she's hurt?"
"Hello? Spike?" He said without waiting for Angela to respond.
"Joey, I need your help. My water just broke and Archie is still down at the police department trying to find Emma and Sean. I need someone to get me to a hospital, can you drive me?" Spike asked.
"Of course, I'll be there in a minute." He promised before hanging up the telephone. Spike looked down at her swollen belly, this was it. Today was the big day and she couldn't help but be a little sad that Emma wasn't there with her.
Craig smiled down at Ashley. Her lungs were almost completely healed. The doctor had told them that in a few days he was going to try to take her off the ventilator. Provided that it would tax her heart, he was going to let her use only nasal tubes to deliver oxygen to her bloodstream.
"This is it, Ash. Your lungs are all better now; all you have to do is wake up now. Everything will be okay but you've gotta wake up." Craig pleaded with her softly. He laced his fingers with hers as Toby walked in.
"Hey, Mrs. Simpson was just brought in. She went into labor and Joey drove her in. Emma's missing Craig. I just saw it on the news. She went to look for Sean, I just know she did." Toby told him and Craig did a double take.
"Wait, Emma's gone?" He asked giving Toby a blank stare.
"Weren't you just listening? Yes, she's gone! She went to look for Sean, I'm sure of it!" Toby exclaimed and Craig shook his head. What had happened? How had their lives gotten so messed up?
"Okay, well I'm sure that everything will be fine. Does anyone have any idea about where Sean might have gone?" Craig asked recalling the conversation he'd had with Emma the night before. He felt like kicking himself, she had run off for a reason and only now did he understand it. She had gotten the idea while she was there and had left to get started.
"No. They talked to Sean's brother and they think that he might have tried to go to Erie, Pennsylvania in the US. If Emma knew anything about that then she might have gone there." Toby filled him in pacing the room. First his stepsister is seriously injured in a fire and now one of his best friends was missing? Toby had to wonder if maybe he was bad luck.
"Wait, then what is Mrs. Simpson doing here at the hospital?" Craig asked suddenly.
"She went into labor, Joey brought her in." Toby replied with a sigh as he dropped into a chair.
"Oh, boy." Craig replied settling into his own chair. Things were about to get a little crazy and he took the time to enjoy this moment of calm, hoping it would last for awhile.
With nothing better to do, Sean flicked on the TV. He had spent the day looking for Emma but hadn't found her. She wasn't on the streets and there were only three hotels in the area. He'd checked the other two and the sorry excuse for a hotel that he was staying in but had found nothing. Maybe she didn't come to this part of Erie. Except this is the only port that busses from Canada stop at, there is nowhere else that she could go. Sean groaned in frustration. He had gotten Emma into this mess and he had to find a way to get her out of it. It was up to him now to make everything right again and of that meant turning himself into the police and going home, he'd do it. He'd do anything for her.
With that thought in mind, Sean dragged his tired, malnourished, frozen body from the bed and made his way to the front desk. He turned in his room key and then made his way to the local police station. In the span of a half an hour he found himself in the custody of the FBI waiting to talk to his MI teacher, Archie Simpson.
AN: That's all for part 2! Don't forget to review and if you have any questions or comments e-mail me at SmokeyJoe222@hotmail.com. Thanks a bunch! ATTENTION: If you want to be e-mailed when I update just send me an e-mail with your address and tell me which story you want to be updated on.
** Fair warning: I was a little distracted when writing this so I think it kinda sucks. I thought part 1 was better anyway. Hope you enjoy it though! Please review when you're done!!!!! If you have any questions or comments please e-mail me. XoXo ~SJ**
The motel room was freezing cold and Sean knew that things couldn't continue like this. He hadn't eaten something in too long, was freezing his ass off, and was bored out of his mind. He'd flicked on the news channel a few times only to see stories of people that had been murdered and people that were missing, himself included in one of the stories. It was only a little blurb, a Canadian kid missing, possibly in the US now, the FBI looking but nothing big enough to report on was happening. It was only a few days later when he heard a similar story that he stopped and listened to this blurb. He thought it was about him again but it was Emma's picture that popped up on the screen.
There were two of them, the first being a school picture of just Emma. The second one caught his attention. The reporter was babbling about the fact that there were now two Canadian kids missing and that they knew each other. It was at this point that the second picture appeared one that Spike had taken when they went on their first date. Emma's run away? Why would she do something that stupid? Where does she think she is going? He asked himself as the female reporter moved on to more pressing subjects. It hit him over the head almost immediately. Me. Emma is looking for me. I told her a while back about going to Erie and she is on her way here to find me. Again, I've ruined her life. Spike and Snake are going to kill her. Spike and Snake are gonna kill me! He thought. One thing was clear in his mind, however. He needed to find Emma and make sure that she was okay.
The bus station was in desperate need of repair. It seemed like this part of Erie was crumbling into oblivion. Obviously, it was a forgotten place. It was one of those towns that everyone forgets about until it is too late to fix it. To call it a ghetto was to stereotype it and that just wouldn't work. Sure, it looked like a place where guns, drug deals, and gang wars were a part of the normal routine, but looks are only looks. Still, Emma pulled her winter jacket more tightly around herself and started in the direction of a hotel. Even if this place was the nicest city that people could live in, the looks still scared her and she was still wandering around on her own.
"Hey, kid, you lost?" A gruff male voice called to her, making her jump. Emma looked at him and cringed inwardly. The man was in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt and was at least a full foot taller than she was. He could easily lift her off the ground and throw her a foot or so.
"No." She lied and sped up, hoping he'd leave her alone. He shrugged his shoulders and let her go on her way. She made it all the way to the hotel when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun quickly to find herself face to face with a man that looked something like Craig's father. The happy look concealing the violence within.
"Is everything all right, dear, you look a little perplexed?" He asked in a concerned tone and Emma wondered if maybe he were a guidance counselor. She shook her head mentally and moved out of his grasp.
"Everything is fine. I'm not perplexed." Emma told him, moving closer to the door of the hotel.
"Really? I'd hate it of you were lying. I might be able to help, you know." He replied and Emma got a little more creeped out. Something was really off about this guy.
"I don't need any help, thanks. I'm just going to get inside and meet my boyfriend, he's waiting for me." Emma told him, not caring how he took it. She hoped that if he knew she was expected he'd let her be on her way. Apparently, that wasn't the case.
"Oh, you are a bad liar, aren't you?" He mumbled rubbing a finger over her cheek. Emma cringed at the touch and tried to get away from him as quickly as she could, he was too fast for her and she found herself caught in his arms as a prick at the back of her neck sent her into a peaceful oblivion.
Craig looked at Ashley, lying pale and unmoving on the hospital bed, and wondered if she dreamed. He wondered if, in her comatose state, she could dream and if she could if those dreams were good dreams. Was she dreaming of flying high above the clouds, free as a bird, or was she suffering from nightmares where the terror was strong enough to feel as if it were choking her? Was she dreaming of the fire that had put her here in the first place? Was she dreaming of her family? Was she dreaming of him?
"Oh, Ash. I wish that things could be easier for you. I wish that none of this had happened and that you didn't have yet another thing to get through." He told her, kissing the back of her hand, careful to avoid the IV.
"Craig, have you gotten any sleep?" Mr. Isaacs asked entering the room. Craig looked up and his bloodshot eyes betrayed the lie that slid easily from his lips. Mr. Issacs shook his head.
"Go home and get some real rest, come back in the morning." Mrs. Isaacs told him joining her second husband.
"I don't want to leave her," Craig confessed and Mrs. Isaacs smiled softly.
"She won't be alone, Craig, and we'll call you right away if something changes." She promised him as he turned back to Ashley.
"I'll be back in a little." He whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek and leaving the room. He walked back to his home with Joey, wondering of Angela was asleep yet. He felt the need to be near his little sister but he wasn't sure why. One name came to mind as he walked up the steps to the front door, Emma. Why Emma? Craig brushed it off, thinking it only to be because he'd seen her earlier and was still worried. I'll call Mr. Simpson in the morning. He decided as he opened the door, and that was the last he thought of Emma that night.
She was cold. That was the first thing that she noticed. Everything was cold, her feet, her arms, her fingers, and especially her face. With difficulty, Emma opened her eyes and looked around the dark room. The cinderblock walls told her nothing of her current location and the single window let in little light. Emma pushed herself into a sitting position slowly and fought the dizziness that threatened to overtake her. When she was sure that she wouldn't pass out, Emma used the wall to pull herself into a standing position. She was a few inches short of the window and she stretched up to it trying to pull her body up. She pulled herself up enough so that she could see out of it. She saw only pavement and snow. Emma groaned and slid back down the wall and to the floor.
She was trapped some place she didn't recognize, trapped in a little room. She looked to the door and tried that though she already knew somehow that it was locked. Emma looked around the empty room and screamed in anger. She was trapped and it was that man's entire fault. He'd drugged her, locked her up, and had allowed her to freeze her ass off. For what? What was he going to do to her? Where were they now? Where was he? There were so many questions and so few answers. Emma sighed and sat down on the cold stone floor. For now there was nothing that she could do except wait.
Spike found herself pacing their family room for the fifth time that day. Snake was at the police department again, trying to find out if they had any leads. She had just completed her seventh turn when she felt a contraction, which was accompanied by water running down her legs.
"Oh, no. Not now, baby. Now is not a good time for this." She told the child in her womb, the child that was ready now to be born. After the contraction passed, Spike made her way to the telephone quickly and punched in Joey's number. Caitlin was staying with him for a few days and they would be able to help her.
"Hello?" Angela's innocent voices called over the line.
"Angela, sweetie, its Spike. Is your daddy there?" Spike asked, taking deep breaths to calm herself. It wasn't working.
"Yes," Angela replied.
"I really need to talk to him, can you please get him?" Spike asked as another contraction hit. She could hear the telephone being put down and Angela calling Joey. As they got closer to the telephone, she could hear their conversation too.
"Who is it sweetie?" Joey was asking her. Spike couldn't hear her response but she could hear Joey's. "What do you mean Spike sounds like she's hurt?"
"Hello? Spike?" He said without waiting for Angela to respond.
"Joey, I need your help. My water just broke and Archie is still down at the police department trying to find Emma and Sean. I need someone to get me to a hospital, can you drive me?" Spike asked.
"Of course, I'll be there in a minute." He promised before hanging up the telephone. Spike looked down at her swollen belly, this was it. Today was the big day and she couldn't help but be a little sad that Emma wasn't there with her.
Craig smiled down at Ashley. Her lungs were almost completely healed. The doctor had told them that in a few days he was going to try to take her off the ventilator. Provided that it would tax her heart, he was going to let her use only nasal tubes to deliver oxygen to her bloodstream.
"This is it, Ash. Your lungs are all better now; all you have to do is wake up now. Everything will be okay but you've gotta wake up." Craig pleaded with her softly. He laced his fingers with hers as Toby walked in.
"Hey, Mrs. Simpson was just brought in. She went into labor and Joey drove her in. Emma's missing Craig. I just saw it on the news. She went to look for Sean, I just know she did." Toby told him and Craig did a double take.
"Wait, Emma's gone?" He asked giving Toby a blank stare.
"Weren't you just listening? Yes, she's gone! She went to look for Sean, I'm sure of it!" Toby exclaimed and Craig shook his head. What had happened? How had their lives gotten so messed up?
"Okay, well I'm sure that everything will be fine. Does anyone have any idea about where Sean might have gone?" Craig asked recalling the conversation he'd had with Emma the night before. He felt like kicking himself, she had run off for a reason and only now did he understand it. She had gotten the idea while she was there and had left to get started.
"No. They talked to Sean's brother and they think that he might have tried to go to Erie, Pennsylvania in the US. If Emma knew anything about that then she might have gone there." Toby filled him in pacing the room. First his stepsister is seriously injured in a fire and now one of his best friends was missing? Toby had to wonder if maybe he was bad luck.
"Wait, then what is Mrs. Simpson doing here at the hospital?" Craig asked suddenly.
"She went into labor, Joey brought her in." Toby replied with a sigh as he dropped into a chair.
"Oh, boy." Craig replied settling into his own chair. Things were about to get a little crazy and he took the time to enjoy this moment of calm, hoping it would last for awhile.
With nothing better to do, Sean flicked on the TV. He had spent the day looking for Emma but hadn't found her. She wasn't on the streets and there were only three hotels in the area. He'd checked the other two and the sorry excuse for a hotel that he was staying in but had found nothing. Maybe she didn't come to this part of Erie. Except this is the only port that busses from Canada stop at, there is nowhere else that she could go. Sean groaned in frustration. He had gotten Emma into this mess and he had to find a way to get her out of it. It was up to him now to make everything right again and of that meant turning himself into the police and going home, he'd do it. He'd do anything for her.
With that thought in mind, Sean dragged his tired, malnourished, frozen body from the bed and made his way to the front desk. He turned in his room key and then made his way to the local police station. In the span of a half an hour he found himself in the custody of the FBI waiting to talk to his MI teacher, Archie Simpson.
AN: That's all for part 2! Don't forget to review and if you have any questions or comments e-mail me at SmokeyJoe222@hotmail.com. Thanks a bunch! ATTENTION: If you want to be e-mailed when I update just send me an e-mail with your address and tell me which story you want to be updated on.