What If?

Chapter Three

A movie and a Phone Call

Emma told Shay how to get to her house. Emma kept asking about Boston.

"It Must be a big difference living here."

"Not really. Boston was just busier. I didn't live in Boston. I lived in a city next to Boston. But anyone who lived in bus range to Boston, say they live in Boston. It's easier than exlpaining where you live and most people know where Boston is."

"Where did you live?"

"In Everett."

"Never heard of it."

"Exactly. So, have you lived here your whole life?"

"Yep. I live with my mom, step dad and brother. Any sisters or brothers?"

"Nope. Just me. I'm staying with my grandfather."

"How come?"

Shay didn't want to tell her the real reason why she was now living with her grandfather. It would lead to more questions that she didn't really have the answers to. Shay signed, trying to think of something, "I kept getting into fights at my old school. Coming here was the only option."

Emma looked at her, not sure if she believed her, "My house is on this street. Take a left. Wanna come in and hang out?"

"Yeah, sure. Just tell me where to park my car." ((If you ever heard someone with a Bostonian accent talk, you would know that the very rarely pronounce their Rs.))

Emma laughed, "Your accent is so different."

Shay laughed with her, "Yeah. I know. Maybe I should just start saying eh." They both started laughing even harder.

Emma pointed to her house, "You can park right infront."

Shay parked and the two got out and walked up Emma's front steps. Emma unlocked the door and let them both in.

"Mom? Snake? Anyone home?"

No answer.

Shay laughed, "Who's Snake?"

"My step dad. Nick name from high school. Most peope call my mother Spike."

Shay raised an eyebrow, "Interesting."

Emma walked to the kitchen, Shay stayed in the living room. Emma called out to her, "Drink?"

"Sure. Pepsi if you got it."

"Yep. I'll make some pop corn. We can go down to the basement, which is my room, and watch a movie if you want."

"Sounds cool."

Shay just walked around the living room, looking at the pictures. She had a thing with pictures. Every house she entered she had to look at the pictures. She loved photography. A picture could tell you so much. She stopped infront of a picture of a little girl. She figured it was Emma but the girl looked familiar...

Emma walked in the room with a tray that had snacks and drinks on it, "Let's head downstairs."

"Alright."

Shay followed Emma downstairs. Emma's room was pretty cool. She had a good size TV and a good system.

"Nice."

"Thanks. I just re did it recently. My real dad, gave me some money that he had saved before I was born. It was a lot of money. Well, still is. I didn't spend all of it. I'm just letting my parent's think that."

"That's always a good idea. Having money saved for a rainy day."

Emma walked over to the DVD tower, "What do you wanna watch?"

Shay walked up next to Emma and checked out the DVDs. Most haven't even been open yet, "Boogeyman."

"Finally someone to watch that with."

"Can't watch it alone?"

"I refuse to watch horror movies alone."

Shay laughed, "Me, too."

They watched the movie and when it was over Shay's phone rang.

"Shit. It's my grandfather. I gotta take this." She pressed talk, "Hello?...I'm at a friend's house...Sorry, I didn't think it would be that big of a deal...Relax...I'll be home soon...Fine, I'll leave now...Bye."

Emma looked at her, "Gotta leave?"

Shay stood up, "Yeah. Sorry I didn't get to meet your parents. Do you need a ride to school tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"OK. Well, thanks for the food, I'll see you at 7."

"No problem. See ya."

Shay walked up the basement stairs and out of the house. She got in her car, lit a cigarette and headed home. She knew she heading into a war zone.

Next chapter...we meet her grandfather...who is he? and what really happened with her parents?