I woke up in my bed, my head throbbing. I groaned and sunk back into the pillows, bringing my covers up around my head. Then I remembered everything. Hannibal, Murdock, Bosco and…Face. Oh god I had seen Face. He's alive? Oh god he's alive! Oh my god that rat bastard is alive. I can't believe he let me think he was dead and go through more than a year of misery! I shot up and out of bed, getting up quietly and slinking over to the door. I opened it quietly, and peered out into the hall. I heard someone in the kitchen and others in the living room. I crept along the hallway, my heart pounding in my ears. I looked into the kitchen, and saw Murdock at the stove, making something and humming. I slunk past and looked around the corner, seeing Hannibal and Bosco, but not seeing Face. I felt my heart sink. As much as I was pissed at him for letting me think he was dead, I would rather him be here alive and well as opposed to actually being dead. I turned to go back to my room when I ran into someone. I looked up and saw him. My heart skipped a beat. His eyes met mine as he smiled slightly. I let out a cry as I pounced on him, sending him to the ground and connecting my right fist to his jaw. I continued to beat at him, hot tears running down my face, until he caught my wrists and flipped me over onto my back.
"Emily! Calm down!" He commanded, as he held me down.
"Fuck you! You're supposed to be dead! I cried over you for months and months, trying to forget you! Goddamnit Face!" I screamed as I struggled against him.
Hannibal, Bosco and Murdock had gathered in the entryway of the living room, watching us struggle.
"Five bucks on Emily" I heard Murdock whisper to Bos.
"I'll make it ten." He replied, still watching us.
I made a swift kick to Face's groin, rolling him off of me. He let out a shocked cough and groan as he held his crotch. I got back onto him and slapped him hard. His cheek became red from the blow, and I gave him a matching mark on the other side as I slapped him again.
I stopped, panting, preparing to hit him again when it hit me. He's alive. He's here, with me, in the flesh, alive and well. I bent over and kissed him hard, reveling in the taste, feel and smell of him. He sat up and held me tight as I kissed him, our lips melding. I drank him in like I was in a draught. I heard an uneasy cough, and we pulled away. I blushed as I looked at Hannibal.
"How about we explain why we've shown up and then you two can catch up?" He suggested. We both nodded as we got up, and headed to my living room.
"You owe me ten dollars." Murdock whispered to Bosco.