A new face after the race
Chapter 34
Lucky stood in the dark catacombs, liking the isolation. He knew danger was lurking around, but he didn't care. He had other things to worry about, more important things.
He took out Emily's diary from his pocket. He knew he should read no more, he got what he wanted, but he needed to be near Emily again and if this diary was the only physical way, so be it. He was already in trouble for reading it anyway.
He flipped to a page that added some to the passage where Emily learned of her father.
I was caught. As soon as my mom closed the front door, in a huff, she saw me. I made no movement to run away. I was caught, dead line and sinker.
She walked toward me with a smile, though I believed she was just doing it to hide her anger at me for eavesdropping. She came to me and picked me up, taking me into my bedroom. It was of course, in pink, the normal color for infant girls.
"Didn't I say to get ready for bed?" She asked nicely. She tucked me into bed; I was already in my pajamas, so I kind of followed my mom's orders.
I said nothing, but stared at her with wide eyes. "Did I do wrong?" I asked, scared I did wrong and would be blamed.
My mom laughed and gave another big smile. "No, sweetheart, you did well. You were a very polite little girl. I taught you well in that aspect."
I was happy to hear as much, as would be expected. She continued. "I did wrong though. I should have taught you to stay away from strangers, but I thought it could wait. I should have known a brilliant little girl like you would have figured out eventually."
She lost me at this point, but I kept listening anyway. "I take it you heard the whole conversation?" I nodded at this point. "I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner, but I thought Sonny was too cowardly to actually face you."
My mom pulled me in closer, so that my head was on her shoulder, close to her chest. "Sonny is your father. He didn't want anything to do with you, so I never mentioned him to you. I didn't want you thinking you were unwanted, that you were a mistake. You're far from that, you're my precious baby girl, no one will hurt especially that evil father of yours."
"Mothers protect their children, and that is what I'm doing. You're too young and vulnerable to realize the real truth, so I have to do that. I probably don't have to tell you this, but if that man ever steps near you, ignore him. It's rude, but much deserved I assure you."
The entry ended there. Lucky found it depressing, but what isn't his life at the moment? Happy, could be there, but it wasn't. That one part of his life that made him happy was missing, all because one stupid driver.
He knew drivers were stupid, but to hit a person and leave as if nothing happened? It made him angry. He was careless at times, but that was crazy. He was never that careless.
He left his mind drift away from those thoughts. He was here, reading this diary without permission, to get to a happy place. He let that take over and found another entry that followed Paige and Scott's meeting on the cold Christmas Eve. The entry was on the next day, Christmas Day.
I woke up late that next day, feeling out of place. I cried for my mommy, scared. My mom came running. I crawled into her arms, into the feeling of being safe.
"What's wrong sweetie? Are you okay?" She asked me softly, my face hid her neck. She was scared I was sick.
I didn't say anything, didn't have to. She figured out why and soothed my fears. "Its okay sweetie, you know that nice man we met last night?" I nodded into her neck. "He offered us a place to stay for the night; I took him up on it. You fell asleep in the car, so you didn't see it before you went to bed. Want to? It's a very nice place." She took my head and offered me to look around.
I was in a nicely decorated bedroom. It was painted a nice shade of blue, and everything matched it beautifully. The bed was comfortable, but much too big in my view.
We checked out the hall next. It had a lot of doors and there was a red carpet leading down to it. It was painted beige and it looked nice. We didn't check out the rooms, there were just rooms.
We made our way down a lovely stairway. You would think he was rich, and we soon found out, he was. We landed in a big room, a hall with connecting rooms. There was a big closed, oak door.
On the right there was a kitchen from the sound of it and to the left a living room with a big Christmas tree. My mom went that way.
The living room was small in comparison, it entered into a dining room within a few meters, I saw. They didn't last long there, but to the tree. My mom was never able to afford a tree, so I found every one that wasn't ours fascinating.
It was decorated with red and gold. Cardinals and gold ribbon were all over it. Gold bulbs that reflected you were numerous. IT was one of the most beautiful trees I have seen, so decorated and orderly.
Scott came out from the dining room, my mom flipped around to meet him. "You have a lovely tree." She complimented him.
"It is, isn't it? You don't' really notice when you don't have someone to share it with." Scott told them.
"You live alone?" My mom asked curiosity abounds as was I feeling the same way. I couldn't have filled it, because I was still in my mother's tight hold.
"There is the hired help, but they have off the Christmas season. It's quiet without them here." Scott led them yet another clue that he was rich.
My eyes found the bottom of the tree finally. There were a few wrapped gifts there, and I couldn't silent the squelch of happiness, even though they weren't mine.
Scott laughed and my mom got a little embarrassed. He crossed over to her and took me from her arms cautiously. He sat me down near the presents. He kneeled near me and told me about them.
"These were supposed to be my niece's gifts when she was born. She was due yesterday if she lived. Her and her baby died in a car accident in late November. I didn't have the heart to return them and I was so broken."
I felt some pity and sympathy, but gave a big smile to him, and it was contagious. He continued. "The father of my niece was expecting a boy, but when he learned it was to be a girl, he left. I brought her here to take care of her and her child in her time of need."
"There's no real use for them anymore, but I suppose I kept them for a reason. You want them? I mean their girl things and it is the season of giving." I wanted to say yes right away, but I couldn't be selfish, so I looked to my mom.
She smiled warmly and even though she hated charity, it made me happy, so she said it was alright.
I opened up the biggest one first, my mom and Scott watching from afar. It was a doll, just what I wanted. It had blonde hair and a blue dress. It was the best gift I ever received in my life.
While I opened the others, my mom and Scott talked. "I'm glad your daughter likes them so much. It seems it was worth getting, despite them not going to the objected person." Scott said.
My mom wiped the tears that fell when she saw me so happy. "Yeah," She agreed. "You've made my daughter so happy, thank you."
"Its nothing, I enjoy seeing her smile as much as you." Scott told her.
When all was opened, and I was over in the corner playing with them they continued talking near the blazing fireplace that was connected in the walls.
"I'm in need of a housekeeper, if you're interested. You and your daughter could stay here, and be cared for." Scott offered mom the position.
"Oh, no. I couldn't abuse the hospitality you have given us after all you have done." My mom responded.
"I insist, I mean look at your daughter. She's so happy. It'd break her heart to leave. Have you ever seen her so happy in her young life?" Scott insisted.
"No, but I was going to get her in an advanced preschool. She has always been smarter than the other kids." My mom argued, knowing this arrangement was for the best though.
"We have one five minutes away. Its very prestigious, Emily will do well there." Scott easily answered.
Paige considered all the options and looked at her happy daughter. She has never been this happy, that was true. She had no choice but take Scott up on his offer. She would soon become his wife.
Paige would soon regret her decision, Lucky thought. Scott was only playing them and using the easiest way to Paige's heart, her daughter, Emily. His Emily. He would kill Bowen over again for that. No one used Emily. She was far too precious and valuable to him; to everyone Emily met and got to know.
His watch chose that moment to go off. He had the alarm set and was surprised to see the time. He had strayed from Emily that long? He really needed to get back, now that his head was cleared for the most part. He could totally concentrate on Emily now, who really needed his support.
He went back to the hospital and to Emily's room. It was later than visiting hours allowed, but he had permission from his Aunt Bobbie, so he was fine considered.
Emily had evidently woken up again and moved to sleep on her side. The bright moon rays from the window fell over Emily's body that was covered with the traditional hospital blanket. Emily's dark tresses were highlighted and it couldn't have been a better site to come back too.
His Emily was all right. He hated to be possessive, but after what he read and what she just went through, they were the highest feelings shown. Emily would hate it and he probably would need to tone them down more, but until then he was reveling in those intense emotions. It wasn't often when they could be shown.
Emily preferred to stand on her own, but now that she was so vulnerable, she needed to be taken care of. Emily was a terrible patient, but got through with it begrudgingly.
Lucky was surprised when a yawn came. He hadn't realized he was so tired; he was so buzzed up all the time now a days. He reluctantly gave himself to sleep, resorting in the uncomfortable chair as a bed. He fell asleep looking at his sleeping angel of beauty.
Later, a dark figure opened the door and stepped inside. He noticed the man sleeping in the chair and was as quiet as possible, though they didn't think it mattered. He was sound asleep, but they were taking no chances.
They leaned over and touched her face lovingly. Emily sighed in her sleep, scaring them for a bit, but they soon got over it. "Farewell, my angel. When we meet again, you'll be mine."
They left quietly and snuck out of the hospital. No one noticed the differences that took place there; the occupants of that room sound asleep and would stay that way until the next day.