"Emaya Forever Done Right"
This story was developed to show how Maya could have been in the show more and how she was the wrong person to be put in that body bag. I've given you love and sexy time and drama including secrets and lies and –A. But as you know having –A in the story makes things complicated. I've already exposed my –A in "Soul Mates" and soon I will expose my –A in "Emaya Forever Done Right".
The time frame that we're dealing with is four months after the Masquerade Ball. It is the end of July.
Let's see what happens after Emily realizes that Maya never sent her that email…
Rated M for Mature Content.
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My head moves back and forth against the pillow as my dreams follow yet another path. I want to go back and freeze that moment where she said, "I care about you so I'll wait. You don't need to say anything you just need to know that." I want to change that moment and turn to her and say, "You don't need to wait. I'm ready to be yours." Then maybe things would be different. I wouldn't have spent so much time with Toby instead of her. And maybe she would've told me about her past if I didn't make her wait so long for me. How could she know that I was always going to choose her, she couldn't so she let her past be her past trying to bury it like I tried to bury who I really am…
Then I see her last words to me, "You're dead to me." MayA, MayA, MayA…
And I wake with a start because that message, that message wasn't from her it was from -A!
Chapter 33: Love Conquering Lies
"Mom! We have to go back!" I scream!
"Emily, calm down. Everyone's looking," my mother scolds quietly.
The flight attendant approaches, "Is everything okay? Do you need anything?"
"No, no thank you. Everything's fine. Our daughter just woke up and got a little startled, that's all," my father tries diverting the attention away from us.
"Emily, what's this all about and please lower your voice," my mother warns.
"That email I got from Maya, it wasn't from Maya. We have to go back. She could be in trouble," I plead with fearful eyes.
My father can see how scared I am, "What do you mean Maya's in trouble?"
"Dad, you know that the girls and I have been bullied. I know for a fact that someone is trying to bully me out of my relationship with Maya. That's who sent me that email making it look like it was from Maya," I try to explain without getting too loud.
"But it was from her cell phone wasn't it?" my mother tries rationalizing.
"Mom, just because it was from her cell phone doesn't mean she sent it," I annoyingly try to persuade her.
The flight attendant's voice talks over us, "At this time, we ask that you please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts. Please return your trays and your seats to their upright positions as we prepare for landing. Thank you."
"All right you two; when we land we're going straight home to discuss this. Emily not one more word about it. We'll call Maya and her aunt. We'll figure this out Emmy, but not until we get home. Understood," my father uses her military voice and I definitely understand but I don't like it.
I sit back in my seat looking out the window with my arms crossed being upset with my dad but more so being really worried about Maya…
In California…
Narrator POV
"Frank, Eva, this is where Emily was staying while she was here. I thought Maya could stay here now that Emily's gone. I still can't believe she and Maya had such a terrible fight. And when Mrs. Fields showed up to surprise her daughter; Emily begged her to take her home. Maya didn't take it very well but she seemed to be coping so I went into work to handle an issue that had come up. Then Chelsea calls me to tell me that Maya is being sent to the hospital. I still can't believe it," a tear slides down her face as Eva embraces her, comforting her.
"Maren, it's not your fault. Those two have been through so much it's no wonder they're still being tested," she consoles.
"You think this was a test?" Frank questions.
"All I know is that Maya will come back to us, and Emily, we don't even know if she was on that plane. We have to have hope for Maya and Emily," she caresses her husband's arm.
Aunt Maren gathers herself together, "All right let's move Maya's things down here and we'll put Emily's things in a bag and put them aside in the hall closet for now. There's not much, so it shouldn't take too long. I'll change the sheets if you two want to start packing up Emily's and Maya's things."
The St. Germains work diligently to ready the room for their daughter and niece. The bed is made with crisp new sheets and her clothes are neatly placed in the dresser drawers. Her toiletries are set up in the bathroom and before you know it, once again, it looks like a teenager lives there.
"I'll get the bed ready upstairs while the two of you get your things from the car and then you can settle in upstairs," Aunt Maren instructs.
Once the house is set up and ready for Maya to recover at home, the St. Germains busy themselves with dinner and cleaning up the living room area where she collapsed.
"Maren, how are we going to find out if Emily is okay?" Eva asks with genuine concern.
"I left them messages on their phone. I'll try again right now," she says fearing the worst.
"Still no answer?" Eva asks.
"No, I'm sorry," Maren says softly.
Frank sits on the couch with his wife while Maren sits on the chair across from them drinking some tea not saying a word. That's all they can handle at the moment, silence…
Rosewood…
Emily POV
"Emily, we'll be home in a few minutes. You can charge your phone and check your messages. I kept getting a busy signal at Maya's Aunts house so that's a good sign. Don'tcha think?" my mom tries being optimistic.
"Good sign? How do you figure? Someone could have taken the phone off the hook so we can't reach them. I've been trying to reach Maya but no luck and my stupid phone won't let me check my messages," I freak on her.
"If you have messages, wouldn't that be a good thing," she tries again with her freaking positivity.
We don't say much to each other for the rest of the car ride home. I stare out the window at the blue skies and the countryside as images of me and Maya blur out the scenery…
I see our first kiss and I smile. I see the way she looks at me and I smile. I see her taking my hand leading me to class and I smile. I see the way we rekindled our desire for one another when she came back from boot camp and I smile. I see the moment when she told me she loved me and I smile. I see me seducing her and Maya seducing me in my bedroom and I smile. I see her with that ankle monitor and sadness sweeps over me. I see the ambulance at my house and sadness sweeps over me. I see the body bag and sadness sweeps over me. I see Maya alive and I cry. I see us hugging and kissing and holding onto each other not wanting to let go and I cry. I see us holding each other close, making love and I smile. I see secrets and lies and sadness sweeps over me. I see the hurt in her eyes and sadness sweeps over me. I see the love in her heart when I wake up in the hospital and I smile. I see her tell me she's going to California for the summer and sadness sweeps over me. I see her asking me to go with her and I smile. I see us making love in all kinds of wonderful ways and I smile. I see the hook ups at the restaurant and I smile. I see Chelsea and I feel hurt. I see Maya admitting to a past with her and I feel hurt. I see me leave Maya and I cry…
As we pull into the driveway, I wipe away my tears, opening my car door before it comes to a complete stop. I rush to the front door scrambling to find my keys, dropping them on the ground, reaching for them and dropping them again until I curse them out and suddenly they're in my hands. I force the key into the lock opening the door rushing to the phone with my parents trailing behind me. I see the red light flashing indicating there are messages and I pray that at least one of them is from Maya…
"Honey, relax. Press the button and wait. We're here with you and we'll figure it out," my mom places her hands on my arms from behind and kisses my cheek.
I smile knowing that she means well. I take a breath. I press the button…
Telemarketers, telemarketers, telemarketers and then I hear a familiar voice but that voice does not belong to Maya…
"Hello, this is Maya's Aunt Maren. I need you to call me on my cell at 555-775-3012 as soon as you get this. It's Maya. Something's happened. Please just call. Please."
Tears flow freely down my face as I think the absolute worst. My brow furrows with worry. It can't be good if she didn't tell us what happened. I crumble into my father's arms and he holds me with the strength of a soldier and the heart of a father.
"Emily, it's gonna be okay. You're mother's calling Maya's aunt right now. We'll figure this out. I promise," his words are so delicate yet firm as he keeps me in his arms while my mother makes the call.
"It's ringing," she says. "Hello, Maren. It's Pam, Pam Fields."
But before she can go on, she's interrupted. I can tell because my mom is trying desperately to get a word in.
"Maren, Maren, we're okay. We're fine. Emily is fine. We were in Texas visiting her dad and then we flew home to Rosewood."
There's a pause.
"No, no we didn't have a flight to Philadelphia."
Another pause.
"Well, yes, you're right, originally we did but I changed the flight the night before to surprise Emily. She needed to see her father, we needed to see her father," she explains.
"Mom, what happened to Maya?" I talk over her conversation.
"Maren, you sounded distraught on the phone. You said something happened to Maya."
Another pause but this one is a lot longer.
"Oh Maren, I'm so sorry to hear that. Is she going to be okay?"
"What!" I scream. "What's going on! What do you mean is she going to be okay?" I cry scared and angry.
"Emily, shhh, let your mother talk," he pulls me to him keeping me from snatching the phone out of her hand.
"So, she's in the hospital."
My heart tumbles into my stomach.
"You're taking her home tomorrow morning and…"
"And what!" I demand.
I wriggle free from my dad but he grabs my arms as I look in desperation at my mother needing answers.
She looks me down needing me to control myself so she can find out everything we need to know.
She listens for what seems like an eternity until she hangs up.
"You hung up! What's going on! Mom!" I let out a pleading cry.
She holds out her arms and I fall into them. I can barely stand not knowing what she's about to tell me.
My father takes us both into the family room and sits us down. He sits on the coffee table across from us, "Pammy, what did she say?"
"When Maya found out that you left, she didn't take it very well. Her aunt was able to calm her down and had her lay down on the couch to rest. She left Maya, who assured her she was okay, so she could handle an issue at work. A few hours later, Chelsea…"
"Chelsea." I interrupt with clenched teeth, "What does she have to do with Maya being in the hospital?"
She takes my hands, "Chelsea found her on the floor. She wasn't responding though her eyes were open. She called 911 and met Maya's aunt at the hospital."
"Mom, what do you mean her eyes were open but she wasn't responding?"
She holds my hands tighter and looks up at my dad, then me, "The TV was on and a special news bulletin interrupted the programming. It reported that a plane headed to Philadelphia from San Diego had crashed and there were no survivors. Maya thinks you and I were on that plane."
"What!" I leap up. "We have to go to her! We have to show her that I'm alive! We have to!"
My dad stands up trying to corral me but I fling my arms to keep him away from me.
"No! I'm not going to just sit here!"
"Emily!" he uses a tone with me I've only heard him use in the field. I freeze. "Let your mother finish."
I look to him and then to her, my shoulders drop as I ready myself to hear more.
"Emily, Maya is in what the doctors are calling a state of catatonia. She is physically fine but emotionally she's not there."
I fall onto the couch weakened from the news.
"But there's hope."
My head pops up as a smile attempts to break through.
"They're convinced that if she knows you're alive. If she sees that you're alive then she'll snap out of this catatonia and come back to us, to you."
Everything she's saying is all mottled. I can't feel anything. I collapse in my mother's arms unable to stop the tears from staining my cheeks. My chest is heaving, my lip is quivering. My cries are loud with emotion. Maya is alive! I need to go to her. I need to heal her. I need to love her…
"Emmy. You need to just let it all out. And once you do and once we're all able to function from this news. We're all going to California to fix this. Maya will be Maya again," he says clearing his throat trying not to give in to his emotion as well…
I'm emotionally and physically exhausted unable to stay awake, falling asleep on the couch. I'm in a deep, deep sleep dreaming…
I dream of a warm breeze flowing through the open windows of Maya's room. I dream of lying down next to her on her bed. I dream of kissing her lips softly. I dream of her eyes opening slowly. I dream of her seeing me alive and well. I dream of us smiling and crying and kissing each other over and over and over. I dream of Maya being Maya again. I dream of Maya coming back to me. I dream of our love conquering our lies. I dream of me and Maya. I dream of Emaya…
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To Be Continued…
Maya returns to her Aunt's, carefully being watched over by a nurse, her Aunt and her parents…
Emily returns to California but will it be in time as Chelsea's plan moves forward…
