Ahoy mateys! She is officially meeting Emily (Little Celebration hi-5 to all), but don't worry this is only the beginning of Jess' Revenge story there is still plenty more plots and twists to come!
My eyes opened blearily, confusion was the main track playing through my mind, and a strange throbbing sensation startled me as it beat up to a crescendo on my lower temple. I tried to touch the new found pain, when I also became aware of an acute tension on my wrists, ankles and lower torso. My eyes rapidly revolved around my image. I was tied to what I only guessed was a kitchen chair due to the un-comfortable position my left buttock was in as I was held together with leather bound rope.
I scrunched my eyes as I tried to remember how I got here, I was dropped off here by Jack and Amanda after they had exchanged boring pleasantries, they had bid farewell. My memory seemed to linger on the estranged look Amanda had given Emily.
The beating pain drove me almost to black out again as I fought to remember, I had tottered a few steps in, when out of the corner of my eye I had witnessed Emily pull out a shiny metal object. My palms started to feel increasingly sweaty as I inched further on in the memory, a GUN! Somehow, I had automatically without thinking had swung my leg round on 70 degree turn to kick the gun out of her hand. A look of sheer bewilderment crossed her face, before I lost my balance, and stumbled. When I was down, something hard and cold had hit me from behind and it was the last thing I …
A quiet but assertive clear of a throat was heard in the corner of the room. I carefully traced the contents of the room, a medium sized powder blue room, with what I could tell were windows behind me, with a plain white bed and a cabinet drawer, nothing else, before meeting the stranger 's gaze. It was Emily (of course.)
"Al right, I have no idea who you are, so you better start talking" she spoke with a calm vice but had a clear underlining tone of authority. It was unnecessary for her to add the "Or Else" part to the sentence, we both knew it was Implied.
I regarded her carefully for a moment before taking a breath to answer. I could either play it dumb like I tried to do with the others or just try to be myself. Unfortunately being myself may mean I get my family or even possibly myself into even deeper trouble, but something about her suggest that she should NOT be messed with. Why would dad give me her address, and why is there a photo from initiative with her and my mother?
"Emily" my voice was low but strong (good, I thought),"Judging by the fact that I am tied to a chair and my bag is nowhere in sight suggests you have already gone through with it and found beyond the normal layers of rubbish the safety deposit box," her expression remained unchanged in a face transfixed in poised clam but her eyes widened, slightly, which gave me enough confidence to keep going.
The fact that I could still feel the warm weight of the keys hanging down my torso could possibly mean she has not discovered the answer to the safety deposit lock, yet. "Now, if you have seen the box you could of tried to pick it, but I don't think you would risk the chance of affecting what was in the box because of what your buddy, Amanda said" I had said Amanda sarcastically, purely for effect, but I knew that she was linked to her, maybe even closer than I thought when she walked steadily towards me. She paused before, reaching up behind her shirt and taking a gun out. Directly pointed it at me in a low hiss she said "You have a second of every year of your life to spill now, so I suppose you have 17- 18 seconds, right"
I glared defiantly at the gun. " Why don't you untie me, treat me like a civilised human being, and give me proof I can TRUST you, because I'd rather die than betray my family into an Initiative spy" I spat at her feet, it missed, small droplets of spit formed as they littered the laminate flooring miles in the opposite direction of her sandaled, cream feet.
"You know the Initiative?" her voice was a whispered, the gun had dropped slightly.
My voice was oddly bitter as years of heated resentment and anger that had finally come to life over the past 24hrs had surfaced "Know? Yeah you could say even say their on top of my Christmas card list since they oh I dunno, hmmm how about, never let me stay in the same place since I was born, that everything my father had taught me was a complete LIE, that my mother who wakes up screaming in her sleep every night for her lost child. That my house has been burned to the ground, my parents are missing, dead/alive or worst? Or maybe the fact that I'm just a kid who just wanted to spend her holiday with her parents but is now forced to go on a wild goose chase to some crazy place in the Hamptons to get strapped to a chair by a physcotic blonde who your own father told you to go to." I took furious huff of a breath before lonely betraying tears had begun to spill over my face ( I hated crying but I could not deem to help it); this was genuine misery, even the most suspicious mind could clearly see the raw emotion behind the tears of a teenage girl who had lost almost everything dear to her in the last day or so.
Her expression broke down, into a sincere and earnest shocked manner. Throughout my little tantrum her hand had lowered, until the gun was limp in her hand. There was no fire in her eyes now, only a sad glow of compassion I was so rarely used to seeing. Immediately I had begun to feel tired, weary from my outburst of emotion.
"I" she faltered, "IF, I let you go you have to be honest with me, 100%" she stared intently at me.
"Only if you agree to the same, Emily" I counter phrased. She deliberated, she begun to pace up and down, her hand run through her hair unsure –a nervous gesture, un sure whether to trust me?
She stopped, mid stride, Emily turned towards me. "I will be honest with you, as much as I can for the moment, I need time to understand your story first".
She was clever, shockingly so, but then it had to be expected. I debated this could go on forever one of us would have to take the leap to trust the other. I sighed, well, I just had to have faith, please help me, I silently hoped. "Ok, can you untie me and then give me my back. Please."
She nodded, with cautious nimble fingers she deftly untied me and stepped back. I got up stretched and hastily wiped the tear tracks on my face before a cloud of pain crashed over me, I almost fell with the unexpected head rush, but she caught me. I stiffened, a reaction I had when stressed.
"I'm not going to hurt you Jessica" It was the first time she had said my name, it was surprisingly caring.
"Not anymore" I gave a weak attempt of humour, she gave a slight chuckle which almost surprised her as much as it did me.
"Your bag is in the living room, in fact please if you don't mind sharing your knowledge with two important friends of mine" she took in my alarmed expression. "If this" she gestured towards her supportive posture on my arm "is to work, I need full trust, remember, they are harmless to you and know everything about me and I " she swallowed as if admitting to a weakness " I am sorry about hitting you on the head."
I simply nodded, I was aching all over. Slowly but surely we trodded into her open plan living room. Perched on a sofa surveying a laptop was a tall and impeccably dressed blonde man with a curious expression which seemed perpetually etched onto his fore head. Next to him was a Hench man with brown hair that seemed to emphasize the rough yet chiselled face of his youth who was murmuring to the intriguing blonde man in a low candid British accent.
"Aiden, Nolan this is our visitor" from the expression on Emily's voice and the slight smile on the blonde's, sorry Nolan's lips, I had been a topic of conversation before. Nolan begun to pack away his laptop as Aiden gazed his face was full of concern as he assessed Emily's image, before turning his face onto me. His glance was merely questioning, evident the fact that Emily had not tried to kill me and earned me his trust, well that I was no threat at least.
Carefully directed to a seat on the opposite sofa, Emily handed me a blanket and pain medication I took it gratefully, if she'd wanted to kill me she would have done it by now I mused. The backpacks content was lying across the glass table spread out like an autopsy. I didn't bother to be offended, I would have done the same, at least she had folded the clothes nicely, and had laid Arnold on top in the corner of the table.
Trying not to be too obvious I picked Arnold up and put him on my lap under the blanket, where the familiar softness of his patch worked ears comforted me. However I suspected Nolan had seen what I'd done as I saw him bite the inside of his cheek to stop from grinning, his eyes studiously looking the other way.
"Yes, I'm 17 and I have a teddy bear and if you must know he's called Arnold." my voice sounded amused but exasperated, this seemed to diffuse the tension as Nolan laughed whilst Emily had a reluctant grin on her face. Aiden was standing next to her, once again murmuring. What was he saying?
TOO Soon we were all facing inward, 3 faces trained on me as they watched my eyes flicker to the box. My breathing was unsteady, "Take your time" whispered Emily, she was sitting next to me but kept a casual attempt of a distance.
"Wait before I tell you who I am, If my suspicions are correct then I just have to KNOW who are your, REALLY?" Emily looked at me, with a pleading glance; it looked so strange on her face so pure, I knew then that I was in the right place, however much mess I was in my father, possibly his last gift to me, he had given me someone I could trust.
I breathed in and out ." I am Jessica Murphy, My mother is Kara Clarke and my father is Gordon Murphy."
SO, how do you feel, reading that? Was Jess doing the right thing in revealing her identity? What do you think the reactions will be like? My next chapter will be up in the next 1-4 weeks, I KNOW, it's really long time to wait, sorry, but hopefully after my exams there will be a new chapter every week! THANKS, please REVIEW
