Author's Note: All right ya'll I'm back. So it has been a long time coming, and I know that people have been dying for me to continue and I should be able to better now. I have to say thanks to everyone who reviewed: Torilei, Elliexhardy, x0allisonqt0x, Ali Amnesia, and vampiregirl2009 Wolfgirl77769. And I have to give a very special thanks to bedofroses2001 on twitter, who had she not asked me to read over her draft, this would not have been inspired. Some how dragons and junkies happened, don't ask me how. LOL :D Anyways I hope you enjoy.
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Emma headed to the drug store. She knew she could easily get a clean needle, all she had to do was tell them her diabetic brother needed them, but was busy and could not come and get them. There would be no way she would even attempt using a dirty needle. This was a fix, not a death wish.
It cost her a total of $15 bucks for a packet of 10 needles, not like she needed that much.
She promised herself, once would be enough to teach him a lesson. She knew she could over come the beast, she had before.
It had been 2 months after the fateful meeting of Phil when she finally was released from rehab. She cleaned up, her red hair shining, gaining strength, as an outer symbol of her own inner growth.
Phil helped her find a cheap apartment and when he could helped her find a job. She was now working as a waitress in a small dinner in Chicago, and when Phil had the chance he always stopped by to check on her.
A couple of months after she was released, WWE was in Chicago, and she was determined to surprise him. She requested the day off and bought her own ticket. She couldn't let him pay for everything.
She knew he would just go home, since there was no reason to have a hotel room. After the show she dropped by, she let herself in with the key he gave her to watch, so she could watch over his house.
She entered through the back door, into the kitchen. She was greeted by a half naked Phil, clad only in his blue plaid boxers and half a ham sandwich sticking out of his mouth.
Emma's keys fell to the floor, mouth wide open in shock, blush spreading quickly over her face.
She turned quickly, "Oh my god, I am so sorry…"
Phil laughed, "Come on in, give me a second to get a little more decent."
Phil walked up stairs to slip on some pants and a shirt, and Emma sat down at the kitchen table.
Phil's smile never left his face as he descended the stairs.
"Like what you saw?" he joked, joining her at the table.
Emma's mouth hung open, ready to deny it and it hit her. She couldn't. She enjoyed she could see him like that, so… Normal. Not the savior image her mind had created in her last drug filled daze, but a normal person. Someone she could call a friend. Someone she could trust. Someone she could easily find terribly attractive.
"Earth to Emma! Anyone home?" Phil asked her, waving his hands in front of her face.
"Huh?"
"I know I'm hot girl, but I didn't think I was breath taking," Phil said, with an exaggerated wink.
Emma's face turned as red as her hair, "I never… I didn't mean… Ugh."
Phil laughed, "I was kidding hun, calm down. Ya hungry?"
"I work in a diner. I serve people horribly disgusting and greasy foods. I am really starting to hate food," she said, matter-of-factly.
"A ham sandwich?"
"Ugh. No."
"Pizza?"
"No."
"Mac and chee-"
"I'm not hungry. Besides I has a little snack at the arena."
"The arena?"
"Didn't think you could be in town and I wouldn't come see ya, did you?" Emma asked with a smile.
"But… I didn't… How?" Phil asked, for once at a lose for words.
"When you told me you'd be in town I started saving up the money. Ten bucks a check for two months gave me just enough for second row seats. Can't believe you didn't see me."
"I thought I did, but I wasn't sure. Adam was working me over pretty good tonight," Phil mused, thinking about his match with Adam Copeland, aka Edge.
They sat at the table a little while longer, both lost in their own thoughts.
Phil was the first to speak up, "So, since you're not hungry, want to watch some movies?"
Emma walked from pharmacy to her hotel room, cool air blowing her hair every which way. Goose pimples raising on the bare flesh of her arms. She couldn't believe how long ago that memory felt. Yet it was so fresh in her head, like it was just yesterday.
The rest of the night they laid, sprawled out on his couch watching movies. The Crow, Nightmare Before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands and The Titanic were all that they watched. Emma didn't have to work the next day and Phil had an extra day in town, so he offered for her to spend the night. He let her borrow an old t-shirt and some basketball shorts.
Half way through The Titanic they both fell asleep.
Emma's eyes stung at the thought of the rest of the memory.
She had a nightmare, seeing Johnny's face above her, thousands of needles sticking out of her body, her body on fire. She could feel the self loathing as the ecstasy of the drug took her higher. Her throat raw from screaming.
Phil held her close whispering in her ear that all would be ok if she just woke up. He wiped the sweat soaked red bangs from her face as she slowly came to. Seeing Phil's face in front of she panicked. Scrambling backwards, she brought her knees up to her chest, sobbing.
She looked into Phil's face, full of concern, and sobbed harder. She didn't deserve him, she was just a junkie.
When she started to finally calm down, Phil scooted closer to Emma, and wrapped her in his arms. He ran her hair through his fingers lovingly. And even through the filth, disgust and vile she felt for herself; she finally felt safe.
She ran her hands through the same hair now, and felt sickened at the memory. How could she believe that he would protect her? That he could be her savior. The word gave a coppery bitter taste in the back of her throat, and try as she might, she couldn't make it go away. He used her same words to destroy her.
She got back to her hotel room, and ran a bath. Stripping down to nothing, she sank quickly into the water to clean up.
She was going to prove to him, she wasn't just another junkie.