A new face after the race

Chapter 45

Lucky lounged on the side of the bed, asleep, at Emily's bedside. That was the scene Sonny walked into come next morning.

He had come to give back the diary that was rightfully Emily's. Last night, he admitted, he read the first page. He'd done exactly what Lucky did, and his justification of he had to know was weak.

It had been an interesting entry, full of emotions. There was hatred in there, there was despair, and most of all, there had been hopelessness; hopelessness that made Sonny even guiltier. He'd shut it right after that page though, but still he invaded Emily's privacy. This wouldn't help him obtain a father-daughter relationship like he wanted, that was for sure.

The entry that Emily wrote was:

She's dead. My mom is gone and dead, and though I know she didn't mean to, she fought all she could, she left me with that so called step father of mine.


I can't help feeling a little hatred towards her in that aspect. I loved her and I know she never wanted to leave me alone with that poor excuse of a parent, but she still left me.

The cancer was just too much, it was too strong, even for her to beat, and now, once again, I have no where to go. I could leave this place, track down that supposed father of mine, who lives in another state, but I don't care to ever see that jerk again.

Father doesn't even fit his description, sire is more like it. From now on the person who reluctantly gave life to me would be known as my sire.

I will rather spend the next eight years with this abusive, arrogant bastard, possibly dying in the process. Maybe I'll run away when I'm sixteen, and more ready for the world. No one would miss me here. No one cares.

This isn't a better fate than what would happen if I tracked down that reluctant sire of mine. I can imagine his reaction to seeing his bastard daughter in the doorway. He'd ask who I was, and once he'd find out, he'd be in shock. I have grown a lot from the last time he had seen me. He wouldn't even recognize me, not that he'd care to.

He'd ask what happened to my mom, I'd explain, and then he may politely, dutifully consider getting custody, maybe. No, actually that'd be pushing my hopes. He didn't care to make my presence known to his family when I was born, so why would he ten years later?

Oh, well, he'd just neglect my existence even if he cared to get to know me. At least I'll be acknowledged here...absolutely not, I will not call attention elsewhere. I know what my fate is, and I have to accept it, most painfully.

(End of entry)

His only daughter had followed the same past. His stepfather had abused him too, but his mom didn't die off like Emily's. She protected him, but Emily had no one to protect her. She had to take the blunt of the punishment.

He wished he could say that gave them common ground, but that was never very good psychologically. Emily must have as much mental problems as his; someone should have stepped in though.

During his abuse, the legal system was still corrupt, as it was now, and bad, but it should have been better for her. They'd cared more with time, but she had been one of those forgotten children, never a great thing.

Sure foster care would have been crappy and disorganized, but it'd be better than getting punched everyday. He would know all too well. Even with his age your painful pasts never leave, coming back all the time. You just had to face the demons and find ways to deal. Emily must have found a way thank goodness. He'd have to ask or research later, but now he had to return this, which brings us back to the present.

Sonny decided to leave the young couple be and come back another time. He placed the diary back on the night stand and opened the door, planning to leave swiftly and quietly. He opened the door, as quiet as he could, but yet, it still creaked. Sonny froze in place.

Lucky sat up alert to such a tiny sound. He turned swiftly, and caught Sonny. Lucky breathed easier, and Sonny knew something was up. "Did something happen I should know of?" He asked a little worried.

Lucky was about to say something, denying his accusation probably, but stopped. "Yeah, something happened." He said quietly.

"Care to tell me what?" He asked, surprised to see Lucky this down. Maybe he'd get his answers and he'd know why.

"Close the door and we'll talk." Lucky instructed him. He was Emily's father and had the right to know what was going on.

"Are you sure? I mean, we don't want to awake Emily. Shouldn't we talk outside, and give her some peace?" Sonny asked confused.

Lucky shook his head stubbornly. "No, not this time. I'm not leaving this room or Emily for that matter." Lucky said stubbornly. Something was really up if he was not leaving Emily's side.

Sonny accepted it because he knew Lucky wouldn't budge. "Okay." He said and closed the door and stepped back in. "Talk." He ordered Lucky.

Lucky didn't give details, the full story, just cut to the chase. "Someone broke in here last night." He told Sonny.

"Someone broke in here? Emily's hospital room? A hospital room at all?" Sonny asked, amazed. No one usually broke in hospital rooms, where patients slept, unless you were a nurse. It was unheard of.

"Yeah", Lucky verified. He reached and tucked a lock of Emily's hair away gently.

That explained it. Lucky was scared of a repeat. Now as to why someone broke in…. "And they broke in…why?" Sonny asked, curious.

Lucky didn't answer right away. He took his time. When he spoke, and answered his question, it was a minute or so of silence later. "I don't know for sure, but they meant to hurt Emily." Lucky told him, surprising him again.

He had been hoping for an anonymous intruder, but this was planned he realized. This break up was intentional, just as he feared. For reassurance, he asked "Are you sure about that? Do you have any proof?"

Lucky looked over at him, annoyed from the looks of it. "Yes, I'm sure." Lucky snapped. When Emily made a small, inaudible sound, Lucky calmed down, he didn't want to wake up Emily. "Would Emily have thrown a vase at the guy if it wasn't it self-defense?" He asked, quizzing Sonny.

Sonny considered bringing that first vase incident up again, but didn't. Lucky had a point. There was no way Emily was in a tantrum in her sleep, or he thought so anyway. "What did Emily have to say of it?" He asked.

"Emily fell into shock afterwards and that's why she's sleeping, to wear it off. My aunt Bobbie, a nurse, gave her a mild sedative, she's hasn't woken up since. We don't know what truly happened, won't know until Emily wakes up." Lucky explained.

"Is that expected to be soon?" Sonny asked another question.

"I don't know." Lucky sighed with worry. He went back to his silent vigil over Emily and shut down in fear over Emily's safety. He wasn't real talkative today, he observed.

Sonny could think of a dozen more things to ask, but knew he'd only get silence in response, so he did as Lucky suggested, retreated. "I see, I'm going to go and come back another time, when its better." He slipped out, but Lucky didn't even know he left.

He didn't really care at this given moment. All that mattered was Emily and her safety, and if he being here all the time satisfied that demand, so be it. He wasn't going to leave her side until this threat was eliminated. Death or an arrest, so be it, though he would prefer the death, preferably because of him.

Maybe he could hit and run him, get his revenge, but that wouldn't fulfill the need, no more was needed. He deserved a kick here, a couple punches, some choking, and an encounter with death.

If he could, and that guy showed his face, Lucky wouldn't mind breaking his neck, but he wasn't that strong. It was a good thought though; A very appeasing one at that.

He spied some movement, even through his deep thinking. Emily was stirring, she was waking up! He stood up and waited for her to wake up completely.

Emily clutched the doll possessively, moved her arms and legs and opened her eyes slightly. Emily looked even worse awake. She really was in bad shape, despite just waking up after a dose of some strong drugs.

She looked up at him, but just stared, eye's a little hazy looking. Then she promptly closed her eyes again. "Emily." He called, more worried. "Come on, wake up." He patted her cheek gently, lovingly. She didn't. "It's okay, I'm right here." He tried that line.

Emily's eyes fluttered beneath her eye lids. Lucky took it upon himself to get her to snuggle up to him. He took a seat and took her in his arms, doll and all. He laid his forehead on her head and rubbed her arms.

"Lucky…" Emily murmured, obviously still under the influence of the drugs.

He comforted her. "Its okay, Em. You're safe." He soothed her and she settled down in his embrace.

"Man…" Emily struggled saying, still much afraid, but too weak to really show it. "Broke in..." She couldn't continue, it all being too much.

"I know. I took care of him." Lucky told her, lying. She hated being lied to, but it's absolutely necessary this time around. She didn't need be scared of him coming back.

"Used vase…" Emily continued. "Don't know what happened." She responded.

"I know you got him good." Lucky told her, smiling slightly. "The forensics is doing some testing on the blood that came from that hit." He was very proud of her.

"Who…" Emily paused, knowing he understood her question.

"We don't know yet, but when we do, I'll tell you, okay?" He suggested. "Why don't you sleep some more? I'm not going anywhere." He insisted.

He felt Emily nod and settling down in a good sleep. And before he knew it, he was following her path. He fell asleep, with the fragile package in his arms, offering him some support. She always brought him peace, and this peace let him sleep soundly for the last few days.

Elsewhere, a man paced at his idiocy. "Stupid, stupid, stupid…" He muttered under his breath.

He knew breaking into the hospital and a patient's room was stupid. There were cameras, plenty of evidence, and he bet they had his blood sample, with that hit he took. He'd be found out before he could fulfill his plans.

He needed to act, before that became known. He couldn't attempt something like that again; he got nearly caught that time. The first time had been no problem, but then again he knew Spencer would exhaust himself into a deep sleep. That wasn't the occasion here.

His Spencer instincts were tingling, and he wouldn't leave Emily's side again. He needed a different plan to get her alone, with no protectors, not that he wouldn't like to take down Spencer. No one got in his way, but one thing at a time.

He needed a new plan, a better plan than the last one; one that would lead to success.

But what? Emily would be watched like a hawk now thanks to his foolishness. There was always that back up plan, but did he really want to go that far? That'd be another charge if he got caught.

Of course if was the keyword in that sentence. He got away with this dozens of times, why would he get caught now?

He had his answer; he was going with Plan B.