A new face after the race
Chapter 47
A few days later, Emily sat on the bed waiting for the nurse's to be done with her release papers. It was early afternoon and she couldn't wait to get out of here. She was out of the hospital gown and in her normal clothes, today's choice a red shirt and a jean knee-length skirt, white tennis shoes to go with it.
Lucky had brought them sometime, knowing she was going to get released. She was so happy to be out of here, you can only take too much of these four walls. She was about to go mad before the doctor announced she could leave.
So now she waited, trying to be patient, but it wasn't easy. She wanted to be out of here, see the outside of the hospital for once, not the inside, as a patient. She always got brought back here, no matter what she did. She was really growing to hate it.
She tapped impatiently on the bed, making no sound because of the cushioning. When she could take it no more and at the end of feigning patience, she got up and leaned down to get her bag. It was heavy, she not quite at her full strength, but she managed. She opened the door and stepped out.
"Sneaking out of the hospital?" A voice came from the side. She turned to the way the voice came from and found a young blonde man leaning on the wall. He offered her some advice. "If your going to sneak out I suggest you try doing it more discreetly or else you'll be caught." He smiled.
Emily glared at her boyfriend. "And what were you doing out here?" She asked suspicious.
"Catching you in the act of sneaking out?" Lucky tried his excuse, but it sounded like a lie even to him. He was actually thinking about some stuff that needed good timing. He didn't trust himself not to keep quiet about his intentions, so he stayed outside and would go in when he could.
"Nice try Spencer, what's your real excuse?" Emily didn't fall for the lie as much as he hoped.
Now he needed a believable one, but found his mind numb, silence ensued while Emily awaited an answer. "Umm…" Lucky found himself pausing, giving even more evidence of not having a believable excuse.
Emily had her hands on her hips, waiting for the truth that obviously her boyfriend couldn't nor wouldn't tell. Something was up with him, she could feel it. She was going to get an answer.
Lucky was saved from answering for a few minutes, as the nurse with Emily's release papers arrived. The nurse was surprised to find Emily in the hall, but didn't comment on it. She just gave the papers and left when her name was called.
"Are you going to give me a ride home?" Emily asked, adding later "You can tell me what you were doing out here in the hall."
"Yeah, about that, maybe we should take a walk in the park. I can tell you all about it." Lucky suggested it was a beautiful day today.
Emily looked at him strangely. "Okay." She answered. 'Why do I get the feeling that you're going to tell me something I'll regret to hear?" She asked him, done being the fool.
"Why do you say that?" Lucky feigned deny, but inside his insides was unstable. He was nervous of her reaction. He was worried she would react badly.
"You're nervous, your vague, who are you and what, have you done with my boyfriend?" Emily demanded, wanting answers.
Now it was Lucky's turn to be confused. Was he really that out of character? He must have been Emily didn't see through him that easily. "It's me Em, its Lucky, your boyfriend." He reassured her.
Emily got straight to the point as to what he was going to do. She knew it when she saw it, and here she thought she would be the one to do it. "Would you break up with me already?" She asked him, ready for the announcement.
She must have been too much of a distraction than she thought; A liability not worth the effort of having around. She understood, it broke her heart to do so, but she did.
The mystery man stood in the shade, leaning against a tree, waiting for his plan to proceed. He watched all the little kids from the windows getting their things together to leave for home.
After a long day of school, their minds needed a break. He'd been there. Elementary school was one of his best school days. He was math whiz and every one of his classmates knew it, he did badly in art and English though.
He just wasn't an artist, not that any of his teachers would understand that. They have this view that everyone carries that gene. Even to this day the best thing he can draw is a stick figure.
In English, there were just too many rules and ways. Even as a native speaker he couldn't comprehend that knife plural was spelled knives. He always put knifes and so on.
He wasn't always a screw up though. In those days he tried his hardest, but after he graduated from it, he just kind of went downhill. No real reason to motivate himself to do the work and understand anymore.
Before that he had the motivation though. He'd been there, and he knew the only way to succeed was to get a good education, his mother's words. She was a great woman, flexible, strong, loving and very attentive up until he turned ten and was entering sixth grade.
Then money became too hard and she got deeply depressed. She started unusual habits such as smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol. He commented to her that they needed to save money and that she didn't need those things, could use for food and paying rent. The only response was a slap and an order to "shut up."
She stayed like that for a few years, but when she met Fredrick, things changed. She stayed away from those things and paid attention to him more that lasted for a year, until Fredrick dumped her for no reason.
She lost the will to live then and after some pushing he got her to apply for better, well paying jobs, like a law secretary. But they never lasted long and she got into her previous habits before Fredrick.
He got an after school job during high school and got them past barely, but he got no thanks; Just an occasional nod and order to go do something. And because he loved his mother, did so.
His grades suffered and he barely passed his classes by acing the tests, he never did the homework. He even graduated, but the only gift he got with that was a note from his mom saying he was eighteen and now an adult, with an education she thought anyway.
She just left, only stayed was to make sure he was fine until he could take care of himself. A lousy mother, that's what she was, always was. He blamed his father; he broke her heart and left her with a child, no way to take care of it. He broke her, up until her death he found out a year ago. He really did have a pitiful existence.
He got a crappy job at McDonald's and found a new passion that made him live. That job, which he later got fired at months later, helped his new passion. It fueled it, without not really knowing it. It was the entire chain restaurant's fault.
This brought him back to the present and his Plan B. It needed to be initiated and for it to be started, he needed to get to his job, where he'll find his pawn.
He entered the building and looked around the janitorial closet and got his equipment. He started by sweeping the floors, using every chance to search the school rooms through the windows on the doors.
When he was on his next endless cycle of hallways, he found them. They were talking with her teacher and was just saying goodbye. They grabbed her backpack and coat and made their way to the door he was looking in.
He quickly snuck away, but not before the door made contact. He couldn't help the curses that came from his mouth and hurting foot.
She looked around in surprise, surprised to see him. She frowned. "Sorry." She murmured quietly. "I didn't see you." She apologized.
"It's quite alright." He reassured her though he felt the need to smack her for his foot's sake. She walked away quietly and he set the trap up.
He searched his pocket and found what he was looking for and let it fall to the ground and called out to her. "Wait, I think you dropped something." He picked up the paper and gave her it as she returned to him.
She opened it and found a smiling raven-haired woman. It was a photo; A picture of her mom.
Melissa's eyes welled up with tears, but she quickly wiped them away before anyone noticed them. "This isn't mine." As much as she wished it to be hers, it wasn't and she wasn't about to steal it from its rightful owner. She was taught better than that. She handed it back to the man.
He didn't take the photo nor did he act like he heard her. He just commented on her sadness when seeing the picture. "Do you know the woman?" He asked.
Melissa nodded. "Yeah, she's my mom. She went away and left me." She informed him of her misery, a complete stranger.
"That's very upsetting; I know my mom did the same thing." He comforted her with kind words. "Do you know where she went?" He asked her.
Melissa shook her head no. "My daddy said she went away to get help, he didn't explain it anymore than that." She explained.
The man took the picture then and faked studying it. "I've seen this woman before." He told her.
"I heard she was a professional model, that might be where you seen her." She told the janitor, from the looks of it.
"No, I've seen her elsewhere. More previously, can't remember." He made himself look to be thinking and then exclaimed "Actually, now I can. Yes, I've seen her within the week I believe." He totally had the young girl pawned in.
"You did?" Melissa asked, amazed. She really wanted to see her mom.
"Yes I did, would you like to see her? I know where she is." The man asked.
Melissa kept from screaming yes, being unladylike. She really wanted to see her mom and ask why she left and what she needed help with. She wanted to know if she was ever coming back.
But her dad, he needed to know, or else he would be worried when she didn't come meet him outside. On the other hand she saw him daily, and though she loved him, he wasn't her mom. She hadn't seen her mom in ages it felt like, when it had been only two years, which is a long time anyway.
She nodded and she followed the man away from the school, and to the docks, where Emily especially liked, to a place full of big dark buildings.
"Where are we?" Melissa asked, scared she made a mistake in following this man. Her dad said not to talk to strangers, but she was only being polite.
The man, his name yet to be given, managed a smile. "Still in Port Charles, I reassure you. Come, your mom's waiting." He provoked her into following again.
She was hesitant at first, but her mom, she was going to see her mom. She followed him into what her dad called a warehouse. The man turned on a few, short living lights. There was a chair with a person in it.
Their back was to her, but she saw the hair and ran to her supposed mom. It was her mom! She remembered what she looked like easily.
"Mommy!" She yelled and jumped up and hugged her. Her mom didn't return it. She just looked ahead.
Melissa sat on her lap and tried getting her attention. "Mom?" She asked again and again, repeating the call for attention.
She looked back at the man, "What did you do to her?" She demanded.
The man laughed. "Me? I didn't do anything but steal her from Ferncliff. She has been like this for two years." He told her.
Now Melissa knew why her dad said her mom went to help. She was cata-something, it was a really big word she didn't know, but she knew the meaning. It was where the person was unresponsive towards life. She now knew why her dad hid the specifics, to keep her views of a few years ago to her. Not to see this lifeless person who was once her mom.
She felt like crying. "I'm going back to my daddy!" She said and ran for the door, but the man swooped her up easily and restrained her.
He laughed again, more evil though, like thevillains on television. "You can't, you just walked into a trap. My trap." He laughed louder as she struggled.
Author's note: Now you know what Plan B was. What an evil man, using a young girl's insecurities and vulnerability against her! Now that is low…