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Chapter 6: Too Wrong To Bring To Light

"What is this, no one summoned the press" Victoria said, in her haughty voice raised in annoyance as she looked at the reporters and video cameramen suddenly inside her house.

"Actually I did" Emily replied looking down on all of them from the balcony, where she stood. Her eyes zeroing in on Daniel, she smirked at him, enjoying the uneasiness she could sense emitting off of him.

"Thank you all for coming", she started, "due to my weakened condition, my announcement will be a brief one. In the past few days that my in-laws brought me home, I have endured more pain than I thought humanly possible, and I believe because of this journey my memory..."

She paused, hesitating as she looked looking down at Daniel and Victoria Grayson. She could end it all right now, tell the truth, get away...start over, just like Nolan wanted or she could drag it on, stay tethered to the Grayson's and fight the battle she had originally vowed...before she had grown weak, before she had lost her resolve.

What did she want? What did she really want? Emily shook her head, she couldn't start over, not now, not after what Victoria had scornfully told her last night, not after what Daniel had caused her to lose, how could she start over, fall in love, have a family if...?

"Sorry" she said slowly, her voice wobbling and her eyes, beginning to water, as she looked down at the press, admiring how easy it was to fool them "This is just so hard".

Skimming over the reporters eager faces, she saw Victoria lean into Daniel, whispering something into his ear. They seemed to be disagreeing but then she saw Daniel slowly begin to walk up those stairs towards her.

"I've been recuperating" she said slowly, "healing and with each and every day, I've been hoping to remember what happened to me that night, I've been hoping for those memories to return...There's been much speculation over who shot me and I'd like to set the record straight" she added her voice sounding stronger, more powerful.

The room was silent; it was as if they were all holding their breath, waiting for the bomb to drop. She couldn't help enjoying the power she felt, Victoria looked alarmed, her whole face had gone white and she was holding onto the banister as if to stable herself, and Daniel, he'd reached the top of the staircase by now, and when she had turned to look at him, the panic, the guilt, and the fear on his face was truly beautiful.

Looking back towards the audience down below after her dramatic pause, she shook her head ever so slightly and slowly said, her voice sounding anguished, "But I can't, my memory hasn't yet returned."

Daniel looked towards her, letting out a breath of relief as he slowly walked up to her, wrapping his arm around her waist, like the supporting husband the Hampton's thought he was, Victoria smiled secretly, from down below, no longer needing the support of the banister and the press no longer silent roared with life once again whilst emitting such disappointment over the exciting news they never got.

She flinched ever so slightly at his touch, it had been a while since she'd felt it, and now that she did, a million angry thoughts flooded in her head. He had no right, not after what he'd done to her and definitely not after his general lack of care for her. She had been shot twice by him, she would have thought he'd at least care enough to make sure she was healing properly or that through his guilt he'd stay by her side... but he hadn't. It's not that she wanted his care...no she hated him...but it just hurt so much more knowing that even after his sinful blunder, he still didn't care enough to even try making it up to her. Maybe he really had wanted her dead when he pulled out that gun; either way he has been acting like she simply ceased to exist.

"My wife and I" Daniel said, looking towards the press and trying look as innocent as possible, "held this announcement today wanting to thank the people who've had Emily's recovery in their mind, as well as the Hampton's police force, who have been doing everything in their power to piece together the mystery and give justice to my wife."

Looking down at his mother, he saw her nod her head, urging him to continue, and it sickened him. He was the shooter, the perpetrator, the "baddie" but here he was standing up in the balcony telling lies to the press, with his arm gingerly around Emily as if he had a right to touch her, as if he was her actual support, when all he was, was the epitome of her pain.

But knowing this he still continued, he was a Grayson, the son of his cold-blooded, ruthless and immoral parents. Lie and deny that was their family mantra wasn't it? So that's what he had to do in order to save himself from public scrutiny, from punishment, from prison. What was he kidding all he was doing was straying farther and farther away from the path of redemption. But he was a Grayson that wasn't his fault, his parent's had always shielded him from punishment, "we'll take care of it" they'd say and one way or another they always did. So he had never had to worry, he had never had to face the consequences of his actions. It wasn't his fault that now he no longer knew how...was it?

Shaking his head to clear those thoughts from his mind, he held Emily a little closer, as if protectively, cleared his throat and then said in a hard, cold sounding voice, "As for the perpetrator, who harmed Emily Grayson and killed our unborn baby, only the worst is coming for you and you can rest assured, that you will be caught and rightfully punished!"

The press roared with excitement, loving the display of the powerful, protective husband that Daniel projected well, "That will be all" he said firmly as he walked himself and Emily off the made up stage, and away from the press.

Walking her back to her bedroom, his hand gingerly on her back, he helped her sit down on the chair beside her bed, unsure of whether she even needed the help, or how much pain she was still in. "Does it..." he almost started to ask but then he stopped, did it matter? Would it make him feel less guilty if she said most of the pain had subsided?

She was so quiet, she wasn't saying a word, she was barely looking at him, was she upset that he hadn't been to see her, that he'd abandoned her and left her to recuperate alone? Or was she angry?

He looked at her and then looked towards the door, he could still here the press buzzing outside the door in the living room, was that his mother's voice, why wasn't she clearing them out? He was stuck with Emily until the press and the cameras were gone. The cameras had seen them walk into one of the bedrooms, if he walked out alone only seconds after, god knows the press would spin that into some juicy story, like how the shooting and loss of the baby had drifted them apart causing their relationship to be on rocky terms.

He didn't need that, so he sighed and sat down awkwardly on the corner of her bed.

"I'm sorry you're trapped here with me" Emily said slowly, her voice no longer containing the warmth and airiness, it once had.

Daniel shook his head, "I..."

But she cut him off, and simply said, "It's obvious you want to leave but the press is keeping you in here with me."

"Why are you apologizing?" he said slowly, distressingly, his face crumpling up in frustration.

She simply looked at him, her brown eyes concealing all the feelings that should be showing.

"God damn it Emily" he shouted in frustration, "Why aren't you angry, why you aren't yelling at me, why aren't you screaming that I'm a terrible incompetent husband, why aren't you saying you hate me?"

She didn't even flinch at the harsh sound of his loud voice, she simply opened her mouth and said, "The press is still outside, you should keep it down, you wouldn't want them to overhear."

She could see the tired look of guilt and anger mixed on his face as he shifted his gaze away from her. You want an answer, she thought bitterly to herself... Well it's because that would be too easy, because I want to drag this on for you, I want you to struggle between your guilt and what little goodness you have left inside of you, because I want you to hurt like I do, that's my answer!

"Why are you still here, haven't I done enough to hurt you?" he asked quietly, his voice just above a whisper this time, as he forced himself to look back at her with such guilty eyes.

"You're my husband; we're committed to each other now" she replied honestly, meaning every word, they were committed, not through love but through a chain bound by the pain, anger and guilt circling the two of them.

He looked at her with such a distraught look on his face; this wasn't fair to her at all. Shooting her and then binding her too him, so that he could what, diffuse the potential bomb she might throw at him, after painfully remembering that her own husband was the one who shot her on the night of their wedding. He'd put her through enough pain, she shouldn't have to stay inside this big, cold house alone, waiting for the husband she thought he was to show her some affection or support. She should be trying to move on, to forget she'd ever loved a sinner like him and so he'd have to push her away, give her a stronger reason to want to leave than his deliberate neglect of her. And if after she leaves him, she remembers, he should take whatever punishment she deems fit, after all God knows he deserves it.

"Emily" he says slowly, softly, as if the tone of his voice will somehow soften the blow of what he's about to say when he knows full well that it won't, "You should leave me, I can't be a good husband to you, not after..."

"I'm still in love with Sarah" he finishes, his voice sounding steady, resolute. Those words give him no satisfaction, but he says it anyway, a serious look in his eyes as he forces himself to look at Emily's face, surely that will be enough to push her into leaving, to make her hate him.

He watches as her dark brown eyes widen in surprise, but then he casts his eyes away from her, he doesn't want to see the rest of her reaction, her hurt.

He waits, waits for her to say something, anything but then he hears a sound coming from her lips, is that a whimper? Is Emily Thorne going to break down in front of him? The thought scares him, she never cries, or if she does never in front of him, there was only one time she did. The memory flows back to him only adding more guilt to the crushing feeling he feels inside of him.

It was weeks before their wedding, and he'd gotten into a fight with Emily at his launching party for Voulez. She had arrived late and on top of other things, it had caused him to question her commitment to him and being so upset he had called off the wedding date they'd had planned. That night, he'd gone back to her house to grab a couple of clothes to take to the hotel he was going to stay at. That's when she had stepped into the room with a picture of her past in her hands. She had sat him down and opened up a part of herself to him that he had never really seen before. She had showed him her vulnerable side, trusting him to know the pain of her past and she had cried, he could tell at first that she was trying to hold in the tears, but then it become too much and she let them flow freely, as she talked about the family she lost as a little girl and the pain she felt because of it. She had looked so broken, and he remembered feeling such an intense emotion of wanting to take away all the pain, all that pain she'd hidden from him for far too long.

He still remembers some of what she said now, the words a haunting reminder, to all he's probably worsened.

"It's hard for me to share memories of my past Daniel, and it's even harder for me to trust. You know people think that because I lost my family young, I never knew what real love was, but I did and it was ripped away from, and I still feel that pain like it was yesterday, so I push people away" she had paused looking at him with such a look of earnest through her eyes brimmed with tears as she sincerely added, " I want nothing more than to stand beside you on our wedding day".

And so he had pulled her in his arms, hugging her tenderly and wiping away the tears from her eyes whilst reassuring her of his love for her and the support he'd show her. He had forgiven her and that night instead of going to the hotel room as planned; he had slept beside her, kissing her tenderly on the lips as goodnight and pulling her closer to him, his arms around his waist, her head against his chest. He had whispered, "I love you" as he entangled his fingers through her soft blond curls loving the feel of it between his fingers. He had laid there awake for hours long after she'd fallen asleep, content with feeling her smooth skin against his body, hearing her soft breaths of inhalation as her chest rose and fell against his own and smelling that wonderful scent that always seemed to linger on her skin. And as the luminescent moon had shone through her window, he had vowed to never stop loving her and to gradually take away the pain she still felt, replacing it with his love for her.

Knowing what he had regrettably done to her, he now knew that not only had he failed her miserably since that night, but also added to the pain he had vowed to take away. There was only one thing that hadn't changed but it was too ruined and twisted and wrong to bring to light anymore.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I literally came home tired from so much work and school and neglected like everything I probably needed to get done, convincing myself that I needed a break and therefore should work on this fic. Not regretting anything, I really enjoyed writing this chapter, hopefully as much as you all enjoy reading it. Comments are appreciated =D

And Btw if you're wondering about what happened to what Emily and Nolan talked about in the previous chapter (in regards to her leaving), then that will be explained in the next couple of chapters.