Oh my gosh, I'm sorry with leaving you with that cliffy for so long. For those of you who don't know, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer in late November. She had a single mastectomy, and I've been taking care of her and my sister since then. She has a virus currently and is running between a 99.8 fever and a 102 fever. She did go to the emergency room, which is where they told her she had a virus. Hope you all enjoy your Holidays! I myself will be celebrating Christmas four times.
Here's the chapter!
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Emily got down from the table she had been dancing on, shortly followed by Roger, who jumped off the opposite side.
"Mom, what and you doing here?" Emily asked.
"I wanted to see you, and, Emily, please come home. Your father and I miss you so much."
"That's bullshit and you know it!" Roger stormed, appearing beside Emily.
"Roger! Oh, well, look at you! Oh, you need a hair cut."
"Get out of here," Roger growled.
"Is this anyway to treat you mom?"
"You were, and mostly likely still are an abusive bitch, you and dad. Get away from my sister!"
"Roger James Davis! You will not raise your voice at me!"
"I'll do whatever I damn well please! I'm not a kid anymore, I'm twenty-six!"
"Emily, however, is, and her father and I want her home, and not under your influence." Mrs. Davis grabbed Emily by her upper arm.
"No mother!" Emily said, yanking her arm free from her mother's grip. "I'm not going back to that house! Don't think that I don't have evidence of your and dad's beatings and abuse! I made sure I had those when I left."
"You could never afford a fuckin' lawyer. It's an empty threat you idiotic bitch!" Mrs. Davis smacked Emily across the face, her nails tearing at Emily's skin. Mark had quietly been filming all of the events. Emily raised her hand to her cheek where her mother had struck her. A slight trickle of blood slowly ran down her cheek. "Car!" Mrs. Davis ordered.
"I want to say goodbye," Emily said unmoving.
Smiling triumphantly, Mrs. Davis said, "Two minutes, and your ass had better be in that car." She left to start the car in hopes that it would warm up quickly.
"Call the cops as soon as you get back to the loft. Don't leave right after we do, wait a little bit, we don't want it to look too obvious. I'll see you soon, bye everyone." With that, Emily turned and left. Roger paced back and fourth until he thought it was safe to leave.
Emily got into the backseat behind her mother, knowing it to be the best place to sit. Her cheek was swollen, but Emily had other things on her mind. The half hour car ride went by in silence.
"Welcome home Emily." Emily got out of the car. She followed her mother to the front door, and into the house. "Jacob! Emily's home!" Her father drunkenly came down the stairs.
"You little bitch!" Jacob yelled. "How dare you fuckin' run off, you ungrateful whore!" Jacob shoved Emily so that she fell backward, her head nearly missing the coffee table. "Stand up!" he commanded. Emily did as she was told.
Where are the cops? she wondered. Her mother was blocking the kitchen door, but the stair well was wide open if she could make it past her dad. He swung his fist and she ducked beneath his arm. She bolted for the stairs, her father hot on her track. "Get your ungrateful ass back here!" he thundered. She bounded up the stairs; her father grabbed for her and caught her ankle, she fell forward, her head collided with the stair in front of her. Her father dragged her back down the stairs. The last thing she heard before passing out was sirens approaching.
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When Emily awoke, she was in an all white room. She could remember a few things, but not coming into this room. She looked to the side, and noticed Mimi sitting in a chair a magazine in front of her face. Behind her, Roger was asleep on a cot. Mimi started to turn the page, but felt someone's gaze upon her and looked up.
"Emily! Roger, wake up! Emily's awake!"
"Roger sat bolt up. "Emily's awake?"
"Yeah, I'm awake..." Emily's voice was slightly hoarse.
"I'm going to get the doctor!" Mimi squealed. She flounced out of the room. Roger took Mimi's chair next to the bed. His eyes held deep concern.
"What is it that I don't remember? Why are your eyes so filled with concern and pain?"
"Do you remember who I am?"
"Yes; you're Roger James Davis, my brother. You're engaged to Mimi Marquez, who just left the room."
"Do you remember anything else from New Year's Eve?"
"We; Mark, Mimi, you, Collins, Maureen, Joanne and myself, went to the Life Café. And...and mom came." Images slowly flickered in Emily's mind's eye; there was her father standing in front of her, her mother standing in front of the kitchen door, and the stairwell. The doctor entered the room, Mimi trotting behind him.
"Good to finally see you awake," the doctor smiled. "You gave us quite the scare. I'm Dr. Houston Rivers."
"What day is it?"
"January 6th, 3:00pm."
"I've been out for six days?"
"Yes, but had your brother not called the police when he did, you might not be here, talking with us at all. I'm going to do a quick check on you, and then I believe around 3:30 you might have some visitors." The doctor did his tests and declared that Emily was recovering better than they had expected.
"So when will I be able to leave?
"Around the 13th, we want to keep you for another week just to be sure." Emily sighed.
"Mimi, will you bring my homework to me?"
"Yeah, but are you sure you want it?"
"Positive." The doctor left the room, leaving the trio alone. "Okay, spill, what all happened?" Emily asked starring into her brother's eyes.
Roger heaved a great sigh. "Dad beat you up, nearly killed you." Emily could tell he was blaming himself for what had happened.
"Roger, it's not your fault; don't beat yourself up about it."
"I've been telling him that all week!" Mimi said.
"Well it is Roger we're talking about." Emily giggled.
"Good to have you back," Roger said, permitting himself to smile at Emily's comment.
"So, how often have the others stopped by?"
"Everyday around 3:30pm; we should totally surprise them!" Mimi's eyes twinkled with mischief.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well, you could hide in the bathroom, and when they come we can have your bed made, and Roger could be crying..."
"I like it, now all we need is Roger to cry..." Roger rolled his eyes.
"I suppose," he agreed, in mock disappointment.
At 3:30, as planned, Emily was hidden in the bathroom, and Roger was "weeping" into his hands. Quietly the rest of the Bohemians entered the hospital room.
"Oh my God," Maureen whispered. "Roger, I, I can't believe this."
"Roger man, I'm so sorry," Collins said, coming to Roger's side.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Mark asked, joining Collins at Roger's side.
"I, I really don't know what to say," Joanne mumbled, pulling Maureen into a hug.
In the bathroom, Mimi nodded for Emily to go out.
"I didn't know you all cared so much."
The Bohemians whipped around, and Roger let out the laughter he had been containing.
"Oh my God! I can't believe you would do that! But Emily, you're awake!" Maureen exclaimed, rushing over and squeezing Emily in a bear hug.
"Maureen, I can't breathe," gasped Emily.
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On the 13th, Emily was discharged from the hospital and resumed life with her brother, Mimi, and Mark at the loft.
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Happy Holidays! I'll update as soon as I can, but in the mean time, let me know what you think!