Four Little Miss Nothings
Copyright WillowSuzzaGleeee
A/N: OK: So the MAJOR climate change. I'd like to say that this is when it gets juicy; and perhaps it does. And as always thanks for the lovely-lot [or not] of reviews. But please take your time to tell your deepest feelings about what happens within this webpage.
Emma's POV:
This was rather annoying. Having to feel Cleo constantly banging her head upon my shoulder while we flew in the many quakes you undertook on an airplane. But there we sat. Her carelessly dreaming in the reckless state of sleep. Me cautiously eating the shrimp I forced myself to believe the reason behind my constant gagging; and then running to the airplane bathroom and…vomiting.
For the most part; I urged myself to believe I had a deep infatuating terrible stomach bug. That was the only explanation my sensible brain could muster. But Will saw right through me.
After puking my guts out in the run to the bathroom, and then walking back to see a distortation appearing on Will's face; my face was red and hot. Good thing Cleo was asleep, or…she might wonder… But it couldn't be, could it?
I looked down at my stomach and gulped. But it couldn't possibly be. It just couldn't.
. . .
Eventually we landed. After having to literally shake Cleo of the plane; yanking her goofy now-changed black wig in the process; Will and I carefully claimed ourselves off the plane, following the strange vibe of possible reconciliation between Zane and Rikki [who sat next to Cleo]. Will kept staring at them profusely, with absolute hatred pinning his eyes.
But I couldn't help notice the holding of hands; intertwining their fingers, of course; as a slight sign; maybe the infamous phenomenon of Zikki being…well, Zikki again. Not that Will seemed too pleased.
I should have said something insulting and mean to Will about Zane and Rikki; maybe he would have never thought of asking the insanitized question he performed next.
. . .
"Are you pregnant?" I stared at him in firm ludicrous. I gulped. The fact that anyone could just utter complete bluntness and ever so nonchalantly was unbelievable.
When I didn't answer; he continued.
"I mean, I really don't care. Its just well…a question. Cause your obsessive puking is worrying me very much considering I only just met you."
I couldn't breathe. William Benjamin thought I, Emma Gilbert was pregnant. And he didn't even know me. How was this possible? But was he right? Was it…possible that I was pregnant? Deep flushes of worry passed through me. No; this couldn't be happening! I was responsible, superior, sophisticated, and never troubled, Emma Gilbert. But that Emma…I had left behind, hadn't I?
"You…You think I am?" I asked in a low whisper.
This stopped Will in his tracks. He seemed baffled; unknowing if this was his place to jump in and help or if he should do what all the other guys of the world did; and not give a troubled girl you just met advice on a possible unplanned pregnancy.
"So…it's possible? You don't just have the stomach bug?" Will's eyes were a deep mist of concern and worry.
I gulped. Terror and panic flooded with the blood in my veins. If Will was worrying; I should be worrying. I took a sour look to my stomach. I touched it slightly. Was it possible a baby could lie just within my own body?
"Will…I…" I couldn't speak. "I don't know."
Don't let the tears come. Don't let the tears come. I begged my soul.
That terrible wretched night…it was all too much of a blur. Who was I kidding? It was more than just a night, I had possibly taken apart of...sexual intercourse and winded up pregnant. It had been many. But didn't they all use condoms for all that? No. They supposed I had been on the pills…like everyone else.
A shudder whipped through me. Just thinking about the…porn video. No. That was not the way you were supposed to create a baby. This was all wrong. I was supposed to have children far into the future. Not now. With my entire life in front of me.
I realized Will was saying my name in a state of "Is-she-insane-or-am-I-invisible?. "Emma! Emma?"
"Yeah?" I floated back to present and away from the nightmare that was taking place in it.
"It's possible, isn't it?"
I nodded.
"You should take a test. I… I know I just met you, but…if you need anyone to talk to; I'm here."
I went in frightened denial as I saw his hand slowly go out to touch mine. We stared in each other's eyes until my cheeks went burning red of embarrassment. I chose to look at where Cleo was pulling Rikki away from Zane's hand, and watching how they bonded in a serious situation.
If only I had stayed here. I would be best friends with them still. I would have never experienced a party of a whirlwind. I never would have had sex. And I never would be possibly pregnant until I married.
If only…
. . .
It shocked me. Passing the Hollywood sign flashing right before my eyes. The Las Vegas cultural experiences that I had would have never been able to take in. I marked it down in my mind that when Mum and Dad asked Elliot and I where we wanted to go next; I would immediately say Los Angeles.
Somehow after hearing the many "ooh's and ahh's" of my old friends, and forcing myself to be seemingly calm and bored [Sophistication, here I come], we arrived at a large hotel. It looked very Hollywood-ish.
I soon found out it held a pool, Arcade, Breakfast Diner, and a Club [how wonderful]. I couldn't not notice the intensity of the car. Cleo was worrying deep in that skull of hers; fretting about whether someone might find her. Rikki had been raped last night so her thoughts were probably in a knot of wars. And Zane was trying to make it possible to see a smile shine upon Rikki's pale face. All the while, Will stared at them violently, while he should be worrying about his own girlfriend's mentality.
And I observed all this. The deep pang of vulnerability was too much though. I could be having a baby in six months, and with no way out.
. . .
When absorbing the inside of the hotel; I knew that this should be a vacation and not a rescue trip. Maybe…Maybe, after things worked out, I could invite Cleo, Rikki, Zane, Will, Lewis…-all of them, here. Maybe…
When we walked to the elevator and allowed it to elevate us; I felt a deep sense of unknowing. Everything felt too strange. Too odd. Nothing seemed right, anymore. I wanted to go to the past. Not to be involved in a strange type of mystery-aura with old friends and new freaks. But I was.
. . .
"Guys. Something's wrong." We all stared at Cleo incredulously.
"What?" Rikki asked quietly. She had been quiet the whole time I'd seen her. Only whispering to Zane every so often and listening to his own whispers. And then that Cleo-talk. Deep sorrow of pity filled me. Rikki Chadwick, my strong best friend, had been raped. Repeatedly, and heartlessly. What had the world come to? Oh right, Emma Gilbert having a pregnancy scare.
"Lewis says that Bella is…is…" Cleo couldn't speak.
"She's what?" Will yelled.
The whole Elevator went silent. Finally it opened to reveal the fifth floor. The lights flickered. I shuddered.
"She's gone." Came the scared whimper about a crazy girl who supposedly had been both Cleo and Rikki's friend.
. . .
It was true. Bella was gone. Cleo had gone into ear-splitting shattering cries at the story of Bella cutting Lewis's friend, Drake's neck. He was still alive. But Bella had done that. Harmed and hurt someone so mercilessly. She was crazy. I knew it. I had felt a pang of disaster when I'd first heard her name. And now no one could find her.
. . .
I stood in the bathroom staring at the mirror in front of me.
We [also known as Cleo] had decided to stay here and wait for Bella to turn up. It was a very controversial topic. Lewis had wanted all of us [mostly, just Cleo] to be far, far away from a possibly insane mermaid. He insisted we call the police, and then leave back to Australia, and him to leave back to his very safe dorm room. But Will stopped this idea by saying that Bella was probably going crazy like this because of the Moon. Because of her mermaidness. He so completely scared and lost for someone he loved. He didn't want to believe it. I could tell there was something Lewis wasn't letting on; but what right did I have to ask?
All throughout this, Rikki nor Zane said a thing. They kept quiet, which was very, very, odd for them. How much had that terrible incident screwed her up? And could they be falling for each other again? Pure happy bliss in love. I had never had that. Not even in Ash or Maxxie's and I's relationship.
I didn't know exactly what to think about the mysterious Bella Hartley. All I could tell was that Will loved her. And Will seemed…nice. And he was right. This was what I had to do. To get on with my life. I just needed to take the test. And that's what I did.
I had just finished peeing on the strip when I heard a violent knock at the door. I shuddered and quickly pulled my underwear and pants up.
"Yes?" I asked quietly.
No one answered.
I sighed annoyingly, and opened the door, parting it so that no one would see the…pregnancy test sitting on the counter.
I couldn't believe Will had actually done that. He [even in his stressed manic state of worry for his girlfriend] had went out and bought me the test. What guy did that when they didn't even know you? William Benjamin, I suppose.
I looked at Lewis's bedroom in the Suite. No one was there. In the distance I could hear dirt bike TV droning and knew from the low-toned talking and casual laughter that Rikki and Zane were near by. Will had told me if I needed anything or anyone; he would be there.
"Hello?" I asked with a sigh. "Will?" Again, no response.
Suddenly, something white and small struck my eye.
I picked it up and read what it beheld.
Find Lewis and you're in for a surprise. Oh, and don't forget to find a mysterious little key if you have any hope of finding me. –B
. . .
I did as I was told. Leaving all usage in the bathroom, I wandered past a Cleo shivering in Lewis's bed, past a Rikki sitting on Zane's lap, past a very, very sickening image of Drake in a closet masturbating to soft porn on his small TV, where I finally after much wanting-to-scold-but-thinking-better-of-it, I asked Drake where Lewis was.
He said Lewis was in the Club.
. . .
Lewis was in the Club. In the most gutted awful position I had ever thought to find him in. Body-shots. He was… He was taking a body-shot from a girl in a pink and black striped slut outfit. And then I got a bitter relinquish of who was talking. I stared at him for a moment unable to say anything.
But when the girl saw me; she immediately sat up. Lewis looked sad.
I wanted to slap him. What the hell was he doing? He was supposedly in love with Cleo. If he didn't want a long-distance relationship then that was fine. But to cheat on her?
"Lewis! What the fuck is your problem?" Hearing my voice, he stifled around and gasped. He looked completely unable to defend himself. He had the belief he would never get caught.
"Emma…I…I.."
"Oh, save it. Cleo's going to be broken when she finds out what you did…are doing! Just one question; Why? Is it just in your nature of being a guy to go around without a specific little something so you just have to cheat!" I went on. But not even myself was even understanding what I was saying anymore.
"Em, I was really lonely, okay? You should get it. When you're away from home, all alone, in a strange place…" He looked at the girl he had been infatuated with a few minutes ago. "It's like everything is telling you; you can and should be a different person."
A shock of understanding hit me. He was right. This wasn't us. Lewis didn't cheat. Emma didn't wind up in a porn video. These things were just what unfamiliar territories made us. But somehow…there would be consequences.
Lewis's Body-shot girl looked up at both of us and frowned. "Wait! I thought…I thought, you were single." She looked both annoyed and disgusted at Lewis and tad bit scared.
"Ugh! There are too many pigs nowadays!" She shook her head and flounced her slutty outfit and the skeleton she called her body across the floor and out of the club. But not before dropping a shiny gold key with yet another note attached to it.
Open the HOT TUB ROOM. I'll be waiting… -B
. . .
What was I doing? Why was I doing this? Why would I listen to some strange notes of a girl I knew nothing about that could be fundamentally crazy. But no matter what; the bigger part of me [or apparently the one I listened to more] told me to do as and what she said. That didn't mean I wasn't scared as shit.
I asked the bartender where the pool and hot tub was. He answered me with a smirk and saying it was right near the Breakfast Diner. So out I went.
And unlocking it; I was shocked at what I found.
. . .
There was a trail of blood echoing the outline of the hot tub. Some human's blood. The chlorine involved within the tiny sphere of water was reddened as well. But the hot tub and entire room was empty. Except for a small screen projector showing up on the wall. I slowly tip-toed away for the better of myself to the door; when the screen started talking to me.
There she stood. A young distressed dirty blonde haired girl with enchanting green eyes. She had tears sliding down her face. The background behind her a black. The only reason I could see her was because she was holding a lighter and it's flame; making everything seem voodoo-ish.
"Well, well, well…Look how this has happened. Miss Emma Gilbert has finally gotten back from her troubled stay in Paradise. I don't know about you; but I heard from a little birdie, she was real, real, good in a particular film." Giggles escaped her mouth. "But this isn't about you."
"No, this is about things you will never understand. But… But… I am doing my hardest to explain everything to you." More tears.
Then shrieking laughter. She couldn't control her emotions. They were raising Hell with their high and lows.
"I'm angry. And, damn, do I have a right. You wanna know why I'm so crazy? Don't you! I bet you do! I bet you've brainwashed them all into thinking I'm the most wretched person in the world, but you…you bitches…bitch…You haven't even known me for who I really am. Haha."
"A long time ago; my mum died. It was a terrible tragedy, really. I remember…the last thing she said…Was that…well; I was the reason. I have caused havoc for our family, and that it was all my fault. And, who knows? Maybe she was right. You would like that. For everyone to hate me…"
"And they will, after everything goes to shit…You'll all blame me in your end…But just remember; I replaced you. There will always be a time where it was supposed to be…be just us. Bella, Cleo, and Rikki. All young mermaids, in love. That is how it should've been. But because of me, because of her, because of you….Nothing will ever make sense again."
Suddenly the screen lightened as she held the fire lighter in front of the camera. "So, I'd just though I'd let you know…this is what's coming to you…"
The camera flickered to show a crying little girl. She was tied up to a chair. They were in a hotel room; that was for sure. But what one? The little girl shrieked "Please!" Then I heard her muffled cry and I stood unable to breathe as I watched Bella flick the flame of the lighter at the little girl. She went a flame.
I willed myself to do something. Get up. Not watch this. It wasn't good. But I watched it until the very bitter end after Bella got the fire extinguisher and sprayed the little girl's small fragile body in a white foam and slowly whispered "This is all you and your friend's fault. You couldn't just let her have her way…"
I still saw a twitch of the little girl moving. But with a shriek, Bella twirled her hand, and the girl's eyes pulsed out. She had turned her blood to jelly. Bella was a murderer.
The tape went blank.
. . .
I found myself, wearied and scared; scrambling to get back to our room. Bella Hartley; a demented freak show of a mermaid; murderer and psychopath, was in the Hotel, alive, and ready to be a tormentor.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do. The sane part of me screamed to tell someone and everyone and run away from here. But the other complicated part asked if that was what Bella expected me to do. She probably had a plan that would demolish us if we tried to get away now. What was I supposed to do?
. . .
I was walking right past the bathroom when the gutted feeling hit me. The test. My pregnancy test. The one that gave the answers to my future. I cautiously stepped in the bathroom. The pregnancy test wasn't there. I gulped.
"Hey! Did anyone go to the bathroom!" I yelled to Lewis and Drake's room, and all the way to where Rikki and Zane were cuddling. Rikki mumbled something.
"What!" I ran into the room with fleeting arms.
"Oh, Emma…you were in the bathroom?" She gulped and looked down. She pulled herself out of Zane's arms then modestly pulled her arms across her chest.
I gripped out to pull her arm and body into Lewis's room, when she shuddered at the touch. A pang of sadness washed over me as I remembered what she had gone through. Stupid me. Never touch the girl who got raped. The girl who got raped? What was I talking about? This was Rikki, my best friend.
"Yeah…" My face went white as I scanned her eyes. She knew.
"Did you take something of mine?" Her face went red.
"I didn't think it was yours, I mean…Are you…that?" She looked back at the room Zane was in, and gulped.
"I don't know. Am I?"
Rikki looked down. "Emma…if there's anything you ever want to talk about…We're still friends, right?" She held the test, covering the result, and about to hand it to me.
I looked deep within her searing blue eyes. I nodded. "Yeah, we are."
She placed it in my palm. I squeezed my hands over the stick and closed my eyes for a moment.
"Em, I would never judge you." Then Rikki walked away.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked at the test confronting me.
PREGNANT was written across the tiny screen.
A/N: Wow, lots of crap has unfolded and left your eyes and mouths in a solid O.O Am I right? Or am I just creating a fantasy of this fanfic. I hope I didn't make too much grammar me in a review. vvv
