The Adventures of Emma Davis
Part Two: Of Angels and Apocalypses
Chapter 8: Hostage Situation
Notes: So we're at chapter 8. There's only two more chapters after this one! I'm excited. A quick thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favourited or put this on alerts. Thank you!
I was sitting on the bed, wincing at the pain in my back. The bruise apparently did not appreciate me moving the boxes. In fact, it hurt a fair bit to move. Remembering my words at the motel though, I checked that my bag was packed, grabbed it and left the room. I was almost towards the door when a voice stopped me.
"What do you think you're doing?"
I closed my eyes for a moment and mouthed a swear word before I turned and found Bobby sitting behind me. "I'm going home." Well, I wasn't sure about the home part, but I was getting the hell away. Things weren't going good and I really didn't think they'd get any better.
"How's your back?"
"I was hoping they didn't tell you about that…" I admitted. While I didn't necessarily have a plan, this definitely wouldn't have been it.
"Well we did."
I turned again to find the door open and Sam and Dean standing in the doorway. "You can't just keep me here," I said.
"Can and did." Dean said, before lifting up his hand and showing some sort of metal device in it. "Knew you were gonna run, so I took this out of your car. Wont work 'til it's put back and I doubt you know how."
My eyes narrowed. "Put it back."
"Emma," Sam said, his voice in the low, worrying tone it got. "You're injured because of…" he threw a look at Dean, "us. Please stay, at least until you're healed enough to go on your own."
I was feeling particularly murderous. "First kidnapping and now I'm practically being held hostage?" My voice was low and I was trying to control the anger I felt.
"Emma, don't be a fool."
I turned to Bobby and for a moment felt my anger flee.
"You're in no condition to go anywhere."
I paused for a moment, thinking about it. It wasn't so much I was angry about being injured (though I still was), but the stress of not only the trip, but taking care of the bags and ignoring the realisations from the car, was making me snappy and irritable. And I felt like I was being treated like a child. I dropped my bag and moved to sit on the stairs but ended up pacing. "You people are crazy," I said, looking up at them. "It's not just the fact that you hunt the scary things in the dark, it's the fact that you can't make up your minds! You want me to leave, so you take me hunting? I get injured and want to go, so you disable my car and force me to stay? I don't want to stay!" My voice was rising. "I want to go home and do nothing with my life and let it pass by but I can't! I can't because I know what's out there and I try to avoid it, pretend that I don't see it but I keep getting pulled back. Everything keeps leading to HERE!" I rounded on Dean, the easiest target. "This is your fault!" I poked him in the chest. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't care that the world was ending because I wouldn't know! I wouldn't have to do research on weird things before I travel and I wouldn't be so angry at all of you for not telling me you were alive!" I looked to the others, who were staring at me wide-eyed. I was certain I had shocked them with my screaming. "You're all so fucking selfish!"
I turned then, ignoring my bag on the floor and stomped up the stairs. Once I was at the top, I turned back to face them. "I'll stay until I can drive, but as soon as that happens, you'll put that piece back in my car and I'll be out of here faster than I can say 'good riddance'."
I then went into my room, slammed my door, and cried. I hadn't cried this much since my dad had died. I had to have been wrong before, in the car. Even if I had refused to think of it or acknowledge it, it was wrong. I fought them because I was irritated, because Dean disrupted my life so much and brought so much danger into it. There was no other reason. There couldn't be.
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I stayed in my room all day. I didn't talk to Dean or Sam when they came in to bring me food or an ice pack for my back. I lay on my stomach, not moving except for when I got too uncomfortable. I knew that I was sulking, but at the moment I didn't really care. Maybe if I just stayed still, my back would heal quicker. I also thought that maybe if I just stayed in my room, I couldn't argue with anyone.
Dean didn't appreciate my silence. When he came up he complained. He said things like "suck it up" or "it's for your own good" and "stop being a bitch". He also, at a point told me that my life wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. I think he was thrown off by my silence and wanted to argue with me. At least when we argued he knew where he stood.
Sam came in and told me he understood. That I could leave as soon as I was well enough too. He mostly left me alone though.
The time in the room allowed me to have time to think. I was tired of everything but mostly of myself. I was acting like a brat. I fought and fought and fought, even if I came willingly. It was like I was never happy no matter what happened. Granted, the brothers were confusing me, but I didn't just accept things. I argued against anything and everything that didn't go in a way I liked. Forget Dean, I was beginning to irritate myself.
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The next day, I got up and started moving around. I had to do some stretches as my body, and back especially, didn't appreciate moving after spending the entire previous day in bed. It wasn't easy, and even after the stretches I still felt sore and a bit stiff. I grabbed the empty plate that was on the floor, from when Sam had brought me up a sandwich and I walked downstairs.
The kitchen was empty. It was a little creepy, to be honest, because I had realised then just how silent the house was. I washed my plate and began to look for anyone really. I found Bobby in the library.
"Hey Bobby?" He looked at me, but didn't say anything. "Look, I'm sorry for screaming at everyone. And I'm sorry for, you know, bringing chaos into your house."
I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I turned and walked out, looking around for the boys. Bobby wasn't the only one I needed to apologize to.
I found Dean and Sam outside. They were talking to each other as Dean looked to be working on his beloved Impala. They looked up as I walked closer.
"Well well, sleeping beauty's awake."
I sighed at Dean's comment. "I wanted to say sorry."
Dean raised his eyebrows and Sam furrowed his.
"Look, I know I'm snappy and all the stress I've felt lately, I've taken it out on you. Granted, you deserved some of it," I said. "But you didn't deserve everything. I'm just…" I took a deep breath. "I'm scared. I don't know what to do or where to go and all I really want is for this to be over and to go home and have a normal life but life hasn't been normal for years now and I don't know how you two deal with it really. It's terrifying sometimes." I was rambling now. I was nervous telling them any of it and a large part of me wanted to tell them it was none of their business. I was trying to hold that back though and when my anger was gone, I was left a nervous wreck.
"Emma…" Sam said, and I was beginning to get sick of what I saw was a pitying tone.
"No, stop, it's fine." I said. "Well, not fine but I can deal with it. I have dealt with it, it's just a lot and no one else knows and I thought he was dead and I tried to call you but after you didn't return the one call I left it. I thought you needed time or something because everyone needs something after a death and then Anna shows up and all in all I'm brought back here and—."
"Emma, shut up."
I blinked in shock at Dean, but blushed a bit when I realised I had been rambling and not really making sense. I gave a sigh and sat down near Sam. "I'm trying to change. Sort of."
Sam nodded while Dean went back to his car. We were all silent for a moment before Dean spoke.
"Are you still working at that store?"
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The conversation from there had escalated into how I had spent in the years away from them. Since I knew what they had been up to, they had been curious as to what I was doing…in my normal life. So I told them. I told them how I travelled across the province a bit, usually not long and most often alone, and worked in the same store I've been working at for almost 5 years. I told them about being harassed by my mom about the trip down here and the massive lie about some big camping trip that we had, but no one had a camera so there were no pictures. I also mentioned about all the guys that had asked about my car and how Ernie constantly kept trying to buy it from me. This apparently amused Dean, though not as much as telling him about my brief relationship with Kyle.
"You went out with that douche Kevin?"
"Hey! First off, his name is Kyle and second, he's not a douche." I said, hoping the subject would soon drop.
"He totally is." Dean replied, leaning on his car now, wiping his hands with a rag.
Seeing as I would get nowhere with that argument, I continued. "Anyways, yes I went out with him…it didn't work out though."
"Why?" Dean asked.
"What?"
"Why didn't it work?"
"I don't know." I said, shrugging. "It just felt kind of stationary, like sort of going through the motions. I didn't feel anything."
Dean snorted. "Maybe there was nothing to feel," Dean waggled his eyebrows and grinned. I rolled my eyes.
"Don't be a pig." I said, not looking very impressed.
"What?" Dean shrugged, still grinning. "All I said was that you thought he was boring."
"Liar!" I called out, trying to defend Kyle.
"He has a point Emma," Sam stated, "sounds like he was just boring you."
"Hey," I turned to him pouting, "no taking sides!"
It was the first day, since I got there that I didn't argue with any of them. At least, serious arguing. We taunted and battered and teased a fair bit, but it was enjoyable. It made me forget I had come out to apologize and that yesterday I was angry mostly with myself.
I was told, when we all came in to eat, that my bruise would take between a week or two to heal, at least.
I was also apparently not allowed to do much as activity would make it take longer to heal. So, I could read, I could stay in my room, I could sit and talk to the guys...but I couldn't drive, couldn't carry a lot and the only exercise I was allowed was to stretch. I felt like I was under house arrest. Worst yet was I was told if I didn't comply to the rules…Bobby himself would lock me in my room. I knew he was serious, especially after I was reminded of the time he locked me out of the house when I was being forced to train with the boys. I felt like I was 15 again and being grounded.
Emma starts to grow up! Yay. Again, thanks for reading and reviewing and what not. I hope you liked it! Take care!