Chapter 44

"Well lookie what we have her," The drunk woman yelled as she walked into the room.

Emma spun around on her chair as Cassie did the same next to her. Cassie's once smiling bright face soon turned downward as she looked at the drunken woman before her. She turned her attention to Emma. She was a rock; Emma had hardened in a second. You couldn't read her, tell what she was thinking, or get the slightest clue into what she was feeling. She was well emotionless to the outside viewer. Those who knew her, like Cassie, knew there were a whole slew of things running through the young teens mind, she just didn't know what.

Emma spun back around in her chair and picked up the coffee pot as she poured herself another cup of coffee, Cassie had ruined her last with milk. She put a spoonful of sugar in it before taking the spoon and gently stirring it. Emma stared straight forward as she sipped her coffee. Just sipped, slowly as the warm liquid flowed down her throat. She was afraid to talk, afraid to say what she was thinking, she had a whole slew of things to say, but she couldn't. If she opened her mouth she could loose it, she would say all the things that she had been holding inside for years. All the hate, the anger, the regret, she would say all the things she wished she'd never thought, that she'd never heard. Things that she wished would just leave her mind and never return.

"I'm talking to you missy," A drunken Sam slurred as she started to walk to the counter.

"Mom, Don't please. Just leave Cassie and her friend alone," Lila said in a pleading voice as she had stood and walked to her mother's side.

"Don't," Sam slurred as she pointed a finger at her daughter and shook it, "Don't tell me what to do. I'm the adult. I'll do as I wish."

"You should listen to her," Cassie stated as she looked at Sam again.

Sam didn't listen to the warning as she walked up to the counter and put her hand on Emma's shoulder. She used all her force to spin the chair so Emma was facing her. She looked into the young woman's eyes. Blue, pure blue, they dug into her, the coldness. She knew where that came from, and she wouldn't put up with it. She would put this girl in her place. She did it once before, she could do it again.

"Who do you think you are," Sam said as she started to fall over, "I mean you just waltz into town and think you can take my life, take Lila's life."

"You should stop," Emma said coolly as she placed her drink on the counter and grabbed her purse.

"Why? Afraid I'll say something you'll regret? That I'll open my mouth and you'll go running," Sam said loudly.

By now everyone was staring, even those that weren't before, some old couple, a family in a corner. They all watched the drunken rant. Liz in shock that her friend would talk to a teenager like that, Emily, Nik, Ned, and Dillon still wondering who she was and that Sam, a woman who had a semi respectable reputation in the town, was yelling at a young woman who bore a very close resemblance to a few of the past, and present, residents of the town.

Emma stood in from her seat and went to walk past an infuriated, drunk Sam. She was almost past when Sam grabbed her arm, spun her around and held her in front of her. Emma looked on at the woman clearly knowing she was drunk. She didn't want a fight, but knew if Sam pushed her she would push back.

"And where do you think you're going huh? Running off to tell Mommy. Well I'll tell you this. No one, I repeat no one gets in my way. You want to mess with me, well than be prepared to deal with the fact that He's mine, they all are, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Then just let me walk away," Emma said as she starred into the woman's eyes.

"Why? Need to run to mommy? Tell her that I was mean to the baby? Well I'll tell you this. I'm not afraid of her. She came waltzing in here expecting for all of them to forget that she walked out. That she ran away. She couldn't handle it then, and she can't handle it now," Sam seethed.

"Leave my Mother out of it," Emma replied her voice a bit loud.

"Why, because she's as weak as you. What else can I say? Oh yes, she went from man to man. Brother to brother. I mean, come on, that's a little sick even for her. Not to mention her taking off her clothes for a bunch of random men," Sam said as she waved her arms around.

"I told you, you should shut your mouth," Emma screamed as her anger flared and her fist connected with Sam's face sending the woman to the floor. Sure she wasn't planning on saying anything, but her mother was her mother, and Sam needed to be taught a lesson. "You think you can say those things you stupid bitch. I mean hello you stupid idiot you slept with how many men within a two-hour period. That's what that whole paternity mess was about. Heck for all any of us know you could have switched the results yourself, and Lila here isn't even a Corinthos. I mean it would make sense."

"How dare you question my mother, and who my parents are," Lila screamed as she came to help her Mother off the floor, "My Father is Sonny, and don't you ever question that."

"Why," Emma questioned, "This entire town questioned who your daddy was. I mean Sonny didn't trust her."

"And neither did Jax," Sam stated, "By the way, How is daddy dearest."

"I'm not sure. The jackass can burn in hell; coarse he's already done that. He's slept in your bed. God pity the man who has to wake up next to you."

"Oh god," Lila screamed, "Like your some prized bull yourself. Who in the world would give you a second look? You're just some girl that strolled into town to destroy my life."

"Destroy your life," Emma stated in shock. "Let me tell you something about your life. It's not yours. It's mine. It's all mine, or it should have been. Do you have any idea what its like? Do you? Do you know what it's like to wake up every morning knowing that you're not whole? To wake up wishing that the world would end and you could just die, that you could be nowhere, and everywhere all at once. Do you know what it's like to wake up knowing that your Mother was happy once, that she smiled, and laugh, and giggled? That she didn't cry herself to sleep at night? You don't know what any of that is like because you had the world handed to you on a silver platter. My world."

"You're sixteen. No ones life is that hard," Lila said as she felt some regret for what she had said. She wasn't even sure she liked her mother at the moment, yet here she was standing up for her, "And for your information, the world was not handed to me, and it's mine. How in the hell would it be yours?"

"You really have no clue," Emma said in shock, "You have no clue what your mothers done, the pain she's caused. It's her fault my mother ran, her fault, and their stupid pride. It's her fault I didn't stay in his arms, and it's her fault that bitch found me. It's her fault Cassie blames herself. It's her fault my world was never what it should be. The world was handed to you. And as spoiled as I am, you're worse because you don't know it. You had it all, they babied you because they all believe you're someone you're not."

"What the hell are you talking about," Lila asked.

"She's not what you think she is. You're mother. She's a bitch. She only thinks about herself. That's all she cares about. She didn't want you, only the money and power you could bring her. She wanted the world, and she lied to get it. No one is who they seem," Emma laughed rather coldly as the tears began to form, "I'm not who I seem. I mean hell the entire room is staring at me, and for what? Anyone want to tell me? No takers, I'll share it with you then Lila my dear. It's because I'm the little girl who should have had your life. The Q's should have fought for me. Sonny and Jason should have scarred off all the guys I tried to date. Kris should have painted my nails. I should have been the one that Michael and Morgan protected from the world. The one who went on the shopping trips and spent indescribable amounts of money, but no one would care, because I wasn't some fake, I was me. It should've all been mine. Instead I get stuck with the blood and the violence and the hate and the fear because the only one I had looking out for me was my Uncle Max. And as great as he is even that wasn't the same because he had his own family. You think you have it bad because Riley doesn't pay attention to you, because you can't go to the party you wanted too. It's better than being afraid to go out."

Emma looked at them a second longer before she side stepped the two brunettes and took one quick look to the ground before she walked towards the door. She was fully aware she had made a scene. Truth was she didn't care. She didn't care that the entire room had eyes on her that they were all watching her wondering what her words meant. She didn't care. She just wanted to get out of there. She was sick of this town, of these people, of all the watchful eyes that. She just wanted to leave, and fast.

She was close to the door, she saw the light from it on the floor, and she would have made it too, had their not been two large bodies blocking the door. She smashed into the forms and looked up. Just what she needed, she wondered how long they had been standing there, what they had heard. She looked up at both of them and she knew that the Chocolate brown eyes, and Steal blue eyes had been watching her for some time. She looked at them, both of them, but her eyes stayed locked on his for the most part. She couldn't stand it, knowing that she wanted to be here, yet wanting to be so far away. She hated them, all of them, and she just wanted to get away.

"Thanks," Emma said coolly, and harshly as she pushed her way between the two mob men and towards the door.