Blaze Of Glory.

PikaDarkness

Chapter 10

Love Isn't The Same The Second Time

Jeff woke up to his whole body wracked in pain, he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the coffee table or whatever was left of it. Getting up Jeff gasped in pain, he must be cut or bruised or maybe both.

Emma was in the kitchen this time she made breakfast, it wasn't that good but Jeff had to give her credit for trying.

"Oh my god!" Emma cried when Jeff finally looked at her.

Jeff grimaced "Is it bad?"

"You're all cut up… and on your arms as well!" Emma pointed at his arms and indeed they were cut up. Jeff shook his head.

"Well I'll just clean up the mess in the lounge room then I'll go clean off the dry blood." But when Jeff got up his legs gave out making him grab the table for support.

"Uh Uh no way, just clean off the blood let me do the coffee table" Emma said it wasn't an offer she meant business.

"No no, I can do it don't worry. I can handle it." Jeff quickly replied waving it away. But as he got up his legs still couldn't support his weight.

"Sure you can handle it" Emma sarcastically said. "You can barely handle your weight!"

Jeff glared at her which unaffected her.

"Dad… you need to rest, being thrown through a coffee table isn't something you just get up and walk away unharmed from."

Jeff knew she was right but he needed something constructive he couldn't just sit down and take it easy… Suddenly he felt Emma grasp his arm; she was looking at him in a come-on-rest sort of way. Jeff nodded and walked back to the lounge for he wouldn't have made it upstairs with or without Emma's help. Jeff was relieved to be lying back down on the lounge, the dried blood could wait, there was so little of it anyways and Jeff needed more sleep.

20 minutes after Jeff had fallen asleep, the phone rang, and Emma practically ran through the door to answer it.

"Hello?" Emma asked her voice was a whisper. Delia was on the other end. Seriously didn't this woman ever stop calling for Jeff?

"Hey is Jeff there?"

"No he's asleep and needs rest, his friends tackled him through the coffee table, and I'll tell him to call you when he wakes up bye."

"Bye" Emma hung up without waiting to hear that.

Emma set to work quietly cleaning the glass; she gathered the big pieces and put them in the big garbage bag that just happened to be lying near the lounge. Soon she used the little hand vacuum to suck up the small pieces. When all the glass was picked up she got the metal poles and silently put them in the spare room.

Honestly she had to put a sign on the front door saying 'If your Delia don't knock' because as Emma answered it Delia Ash Brock and Misty were standing there.

"Are you deaf? Didn't I tell you Dad was hurt and needed rest? He can't do anything today"

"Wow touchy" Ash commented lightly then yelped as Emma punched his arm. "What was that for?"

"Look guys I'm sorry but you can't stay here, I'll call you guys when Dads up"

"No need" Jeff's voice suddenly met their ears; he was disgruntled at being awakened. Emma gazed angrily at Delia.

"Now look what you did"

"Don't worry about it Emma…" Jeff cuffed an arm around her shoulders "Ahh!" Jeff pulled his arm back as it hurt.

"There are cuts on your shoulders to" Emma examined, looking at the cuts with distaste. "Looks like your friend got you bad."

"Feels like he got me even worse." Jeff suddenly felt this disgusting taste in his mouth and immediately ran to the bathroom, horrible retching sounds came from behind the bathroom door which carried to the hallway and they cringed.

"Now do you believe me?" Emma asked looking at them with a look that plainly said 'I told you so'.

"Yeah…" Delia gave in, she thought Emma was kidding about it or Jeff told her to say that. "But we can stay and help out."

"Ok fine…"

Jeff came back out of the bathroom wiping his mouth with some toilet paper. He didn't get very far down the stairs when he rushed back up into the bathroom.

Emma went into the kitchen got a glass and filled it with water before heading upstairs. She waited patiently next to the bathroom door, when Jeff came out she held it out to him and he accepted it gratefully. That got the taste of vomit from his mouth.

"Thanks" Jeff said to Emma who smiled but said nothing back. This time Jeff didn't need to run back upstairs and he was happy about that, he hated how his stomach had painfully lurched to bring the foul contents in his stomach up.

Jeff tried to keep his mind off his swirling head, it didn't work as he was sent into Emma from the giddiness, and Emma lowered him to the floor concerned. Feeling his forehead Emma yelped.

"What's wrong?" Brock asked, his arms unfolding from his chest.

"He's boiling." Emma said shaking her hand; his temperature had hit her like an electric shock. Brock ran upstairs to get a cloth. Wetting it as soon as he found one Brock ran back downstairs, the horrible feeling of falling caught Brock as he jumped the last five stairs, then he placed the freezing cloth on Jeff's forehead. Jeff shuddered but had no strength to pull it off. Then everyone hoisted him up Emma was holding the cloth on his head and supported him to the lounge.

Jeff fell asleep immediately as he hit the lounge and this time no-one dared wake him had dug up two packs of cards handed one to Ash and Misty and played go fish with Brock.

"Have you got a…9?" Brock asked quietly as they sat just behind the lounge.

"Go fish" Brock picked up a card from the stack, when Emma used to play this with Jeff when she was younger they named the stack 'card bank' and you had to have a special reason to pick the card up, when Emma had to pick one up Jeff would ask her a question it was a simple questions because she was about 5 at the time it was basically just what sounds do animals make and simple mathematics or how do you spell this word. When Jeff picked one up she'd do the same and sometimes he'd deliberately get most wrong (Andrea would help Emma decide if Jeff was wrong or not) to make Emma feel smart - don't get me wrong she was for her age just not when she was playing this with him.

"Have you got a 10?" Emma asked, she smiled when Brock handed her a card. "Hey wanna change the rules?"

"Oh yeah how so?"

"Me and my dad used to have this stack as card bank and to pick one up you had to answer a question thrown at you correctly, if you got it wrong you don't pick up."

"Sure lets do that."

"Have you got a 7?" Brock asked, there was no card handed to him, he groaned and became nervous knowing what was coming.

"Go fish… how do you spell vilification?"

"V-I-L-L-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N" Brock took his time. "Vilification."

"No sorry there is only one 'l' in vilification." Emma told him smugly, Brock's mouth fell open.

"How do you know?"

"Because, when I was 10 dad had me spell out big words seeing as I could spell all the small ones he also told me the definitions or meanings to the words. Seeing as I don't go to school dad took the liberty of home schooling me"

"Ok what does vilification mean?"

"To make some malicious and abusive statements about someone."

Brock's slits for eyes tried to widen. "Jeff told you all these? How did you memorise them?"

"After the game we'd run over all the things he told me. Just to see if I remembered them."

"Wow now I feel dumb."

Emma gave him a cheeky smile.

Two hours later Emma had answered every question Brock asked her correctly and nearly always Brock answered the question wrong and have Emma tell him what it meant, Emma didn't mind she missed doing this, perhaps she'd ask Jeff to play once he felt better.

Speaking off Jeff he was still asleep but his breathing was becoming more of a pant then the deep slow breathing that acquired sleep. Emma figured this out and stood up..

Emma would've gasped but right now she was void of that. Jeff's hands were clenched he had a look of great pain his teeth were showing and he was shaking his head shifting his body from left to right.

Emma had to wake him.

"Dad, dad wake up!" Emma started to shake him gently. "Dad come on wake up!"

"What are you doing?" Brock asked standing up with a look of confused awe. Emma turned to him.

"Help me wake him up." Brock didn't decline and together they managed to wake him up- not without Brock being hit in the face just as Jeff jerked

"Oh god I'm so sorry Brock!" Jeff cried making the mistake of sitting up. "Argh"

Emma gently pushed him back down.

"How come you guys woke me up?" Jeff asked, he shot them a peculiar look as Emma and Brock threw each other an unreadable look.

"Well…" Emma muttered uneasily.

"Umm" Brock murmured equally easy.

"Let's just say you pulled off the seizure thing quite nicely." Emma decided to say to him, but he took it the wrong way.

"I had a seizure?"

Emma grimaced at her choice of words. "No no you didn't it was an expression, just don't worry about it."

Jeff heeded her advice and didn't persevere the subject because he really didn't want to know.

"So dad… are ya feeling better?" Emma asked guardedly. Jeff looked up at her meeting her concerned look.

"Yeah… I feel better, the sleep did me some good." Jeff lied a little about feeling better he was feeling alright not better he still had some queasiness but the feeling vanished when he saw Emma smile. "C'mere and give me a hug."

Emma didn't or couldn't pass up the request, she ran around the lounge into her fathers arms. "Now I feel perfect."

Emma laughed and hugged him a little more firmly. Delia chose that moment to come in and say "Oh! Your up!" and that much to both of there disappointment the hug broke as though a wall had come between Jeff and Emma and force each other apart.

"Uh-um- yeah I'm up…" Jeff smiled at her with uneasiness, she came up in the most unwanted times and practically ruined good moments. She was what Emma called an A.L.B (Annoying Little Bitch).

"Oh look at the time Delia… shouldn't you be leaving?" Jeff asked quickly, glancing at the mantle piece clock it read 5pm. Emma smiled to herself, she knew he just wanted her gone.

"I have a better idea…" And Delia came up to him and whispered in Jeff's ear. "Do you like that?"

"Emz could you um… how do you like the idea of spending the night at Delia's alone with Ash Brock and Misty?" Jeff asked looking at her inquisitively, Emma nodded.

She didn't know however what they were planning on doing as she ran upstairs, in fact she didn't really know what 'it' was. Emma had never asked Jeff and it was almost certain she would never. Nor had she seen and sex scenes in movies because she was a bit too young and Jeff just told her to change the station when one was about to happen (Little advice on how he knew that…. He has experience).

"I'm sure glad I never told her about sex… although she's reaching the age where she should know." Jeff said uneasily, he sure wished Andrea were here because then Emma could've asked her and spared him the discomfort.

"I'm sure Brock can help her… what those to are made for each other." Delia shrugged.

Jeff grimaced a little. "Save her the hands on experience until she's at least sixteen."

"You never know she is attractive… it might be pretty soon… how old were you on your first time?"

"14 almost 15 just a 6 months off."

"See she might be that age… and take after you"

"Can we get off the subject…please?" Jeff asked… he didn't really want to think of Emma getting knocked up on her first time like he did to Andrea, but yet she was sixteen legal age.

"Alright but I think I got my point across."

"That you did and I really, really don't want to think about it at the moment." Jeff rubbed his temples.

"Jeff are you ok?"

"Yeah… I just feel confused, I mean here I am with you and I married Andrea for life, I'm not sure what I am doing is the right thing.. I mean… love isn't the same the second time."

"I here you but for me… neither was the first time." Delia smiled sadly. Jeff heard the hurt in her voice and didn't continue on the subject.

Ash and Misty entered the room it was like a queue to tell them and they were over the moon.

So far so good…

To Be Continued…

He he the ending was weird for me too because I am fourteen and my mum got pregnant with me at 15... The ending was very weird for me… but it had to come up to give you a perspective on how the next chapter is going to go. And the next chapter had been written in advance to this chapter because I couldn't not write it before chapter 10 because I needed to remember everything I wanted in the story… does anyone notice that I don't put the 'I don't own..' thing in my stories? Here's the reason… I don't own shit! (Pokemon isn't shit I meant I don't own 'anything').

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