Okay, so I was waiting for the update of one of Saran VD's to be updated, but I figured it would take too long, and I think you guys have had to wait long enough. So I'm going to quite ranting, and type the chapter. It's a longer one!
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On that following Monday, Maureen and Joanne returned. Mark drove to the airport to pick them up.
Mimi and Roger had spent the weekend in a hotel in the suburbs for their Honeymoon. Emily was lying across the couch, attempting to figure out her French homework; since Mimi had missed that day of school, her books and a list of her assignments were on the table. "I already know all the French I'll ever need to!" Emily exclaimed, frustrated, slamming her book closed. "Mimi was wise to drop the class, and take the required Spanish only." The door slid open, revealing Roger and Mimi.
"Ahem..." Mimi muttered.
"What? OH!" Roger scooped Mimi up bridal style and carried her through the door. He set her down gently. "Hi Emily, Mark back yet?"
"No, not yet, however it started snowing shortly after their flight took off."
"How would you know that?"
"Library, I went there after school."
"Oh."
"Mimi, I brought you your work from school that you missed today." Mimi groaned, and Emily had to laughed a little.
"Thanks, I think..."Mimi mumbled.
"I figured it would be better for you to do the work now, so you won't have to worry about it later." Mimi groaned again.
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"Hey Mark, welcome back," Emily said, her eyes peering over the top of a well worn dance magazine.
"I'm never driving to get them again."
"Was it really all that bad?"
"My ex-girlfriend and her life partner making-out, practically having sex in the backseat? Yeah, it was." Emily sniggered.
"You know, you wouldn't be so offended if you found yourself a girl."
"Don't even go there Emily!"
"Okay, okay, chill out. You didn't tell them about the marriage, did you?"
"No, I didn't, but even if I had, they would have been too busy to even hear."
"Mark, if you keep bringing it up, I'm going to have no choice but to go there."
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That night everyone had gathered at the Life, a small reunion of sorts.
"Maureen, Joanne, and Collins, Mimi and I, well, we got married!" Roger announced. Joanne's fell agape.
"Yeah, uh-huh, and Pookie and I aren't really females," Maureen laughed.
"We have proof, Mark filmed it. We eloped," Mimi said.
"Guys, this isn't funny anymore," Maureen said, seriously now.
"Maureen, I hate to say it, but they're telling the truth," Emily spoke up.
"Oh, not you too! Emily they brainwashed you while we were away!"
"Okay, this obviously is getting us no where. Mark, I believe that your cue." Mark nodded, and wrapped his scarf around his neck. He pulled his jacket on and headed out of the café.
Fifteen minutes later, the remainder of the group did the same; they all bustled out of the small restaurant.
When they reached the loft, Marks projector was up and he was presently battling the sheet that was to be used as a screen. Emily laughed a little before going to assist him.
Four of the seven bohemians had squeezed themselves onto the decrepit couch, thus leaving Collins, Emily and Mark to sit elsewhere. Collins slid onto the floor in front of the couch, and Emily had seated herself atop the metal table. Mark opted to stand.
The film began with Emily playing the piano, but quickly moved to show Mimi in her white knee-length dress coming down the short make-shift aisle.
"Oh my fucking God! I can't believe you two couldn't wait a couple days until Pookie and I were back before getting married!" Maureen stormed the film had turned to nothingness.
"Maureen, Honey, calm down." Joanne pulled Maureen back onto her lap. "Be happy for them."
"How can I? I was going to be, like the maid of honor or something like that! And we didn't even get to attend!"
"Honey, now calm down, it's not like they got to attend our wedding, well commitment." Maureen sighed and folded her arms across her chest but remained silent none the less.
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The next day Joanne eagerly called the loft.
"Hello?" answered Mimi, glad for the reprieve from her biology homework.
"Hi Mimi, its Joanne. Is Emily available?"
"Uh, one sec, EMILY! She'll be here in a moment."
"What Mimi?"
"Joanne wants to talk to you." Emily grasped the phone.
"Hi Joanne."
"Emily, I got your court date; we go to court this Saturday!" Emil squealed excitedly.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes! Oh! Do you know if Roger will be testifying?"
"I think he's going too; give me a sec, I'll ask him. Hey Roger, are you going to testify at my trail?"
"DUH!"
"That's affirmative, he'll be there. Who all else is going to testify?"
"The doctor who took care of you at the hospital, and Mark, he's presenting the film clip of Mrs. Davis' attack at the Life. Emily, I have to tell you, when the police arrived at your house, you were naked, for the most part, as was Mr. Davis. You need to know that." Silence was all Joanne heard. "Emily?" Joanne inquired worriedly.
"I'm still here...he wasn't able to, you know, was he?"
"No, the police got there in time."
"Thanks for informing me; do Roger and Mimi know?"
"Yes, well Roger does anyway. I'm going to finish working on your case, I'll see you later."
"Bye." Emily placed the phone back in the base.
"Joanne told you, about Mr. Davis?" Emily nodded her head in response to her brother.
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Saturday came, and all four residents of the loft found themselves up exceedingly early, well for a Saturday. Emily was the first up and she immediately got into the shower. When she got out of the bathroom, she found Roger sitting at the table, reading the Village Voice and a cup of coffee in his hand. As soon as she was out the door, Mimi scurried into the bathroom. Shortly thereafter, the shower could be heard running again.
"Morning," Emily said.
"Mh-hmm," Roger grumbled, revealing that he was just barely awake.
"Morning," Mark replied, taking a swig of his coffee. He picked up his camera and wound it. "So Emily, are you nervous?"
"More anxious than nervous. I've put up with their abuse since I was really young, but I admit, it got worse when my protector moved to New York City." Roger grinned sheepishly.
"What time is the trail?" Roger asked.
"It starts at eleven a.m., so I hope you're almost ready."
"I just have to wait until the shower is open," the water was turned off. "Speak of the devil..." Mimi emerged a couple minutes later with a towel wrapped around her head like a turban.
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Joanne stood with Emily in a little room, off the side of the courtroom.
"Are you ready?" Joanne asked Emily.
"Yeah, I just hope that I, well the court, will keep them both behind bars for as long as possible. I'm just not sure what I would do if they were deemed innocent, especially him."
"Well, we'll do our best. Are you nervous?"
"A little, yeah."
A knock sounded on the other side of the door, and a portly man opened it. "Mrs. Jefferson, Her Honor is ready."
"Yes, thank-you. Well, take a deep breath and know that you're doing the best that you can do."
Emily sighed but nodded. Joanne placed a reassuring hand on Emily's shoulder. "You'll be fine," Joanne said.
They entered the courtroom. Mr. and Mrs. Davis were already in the room and at their seats.
As soon as Joanne took her place next to Emily, the bailiff announced the arrival of the judge.
"All rise. The honorable Judge Black presiding."
When the judge had sat, the rest of the room followed suit.
Two hours later the courtroom silenced, anticipating the verdict.
"Have you reached a unanimous decision?" asked Judge Black.
"We have your Honor," the head juror responded. "We of the jury find the defendants guilty on all charges."
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That night a party celebrating the victory ensued at the Life. Mr. and Mrs. Davis had been sentenced to life in prison. Emily was genuinely happy.
As the night grew on, more and more alcohol was consumed, and Emily could look to the future with honest hope.
All this changed however when Collins collapsed to the floor.
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Sorry guys! I had to leave you with a cliffy. Don't worry, Collins will be fine, or will he be? Stay tuned!