Demons That Keep Coming Back

CHAPTER 5

Emily's POV 

I entered my two-bedroom apartment and immediately I could hear them. I hurriedly marched up to Emma's room and the argument intensified. 

I hurriedly went back to our open turquoise-colored kitchen grabbed a knife hanging on the kitchen wall and gently stalked toward Emma's room. 

"Let go of me you piece of shit!" 

I watched as Emma struggled with a man twice her size, she wore a shirt barely covering her buttocks. 

The room was scattered with torn books and papers, pillow cotton everywhere–as if a went off in the room. 

Giovanni stood above her like a growing shadow. 

"Where is it, Emma? Where did you hide it?!" 

"I'm not telling you!" Emma's nose flared and her busted lips looked like they would split more if she said another word. 

He raised his hand to hit her.

"I'll chop your hand off if you touch my sister again." They both stilled at my voice. I approached them with a knife pointed at Giovanni. His dark sweaty chest heaved with heavy breaths as he released Emma and raised his hands in surrender. 

He was only spotting a black boxer's briefs. His rough face was stricken with fear and his plump lips quivered. 

"Who do you think you are huh? Coming here again even when I made it clear you don't belong here. You don't belong with my sister, get out!" 

He scrambled for the door as I followed behind him with a knife.

"Em, this isn't what it looks like." 

Emma followed behind like a love-sick puppy. 

"Shut your mouth." 

"Emily calm down…" Giovanni started to speak. 

"Get out now!" I pushed him out the door. 

"At least, let me get my clothes!"

"Walk naked" I yelled back. I turned to Emma, her dark brown style hanging loose above her neck dyed light blonde at the tip, sticking out in different directions. Her big green eyes were in panic. 

"What is going on Emma?" 

"W-We're back together. We have been for a week now." 

"My God." I scoffed. 

"He loves me!"

"He wouldn't have raised his hand at you if he did." I deadpan.

"I upset him, that's all." 

"What did he want this time?"

she nervously chewed her lip ring. 

"Nothing." 

"What. did. he. want?" 

"It's- it's my fault…"

"Speak, girl!"

"My tuition f*e."

I shut my eyes and groaned in frustration. 

"Again?" 

"He was going to pay back. I promise." Tears shone in my eyes as I stared at Emma. Emma has lost herself and it's all because of me. I sighed and met Emma's gaze.

"Listen carefully now, I don't ever want to see Giovanni in this house again. Do you hear me?"

"But–"

"Is that clear?" 

"Fine!" 

When I turned to leave, her next words stopped me. 

"I called Mother." 

I turned around.

"Why?"

"So she would help us with the rent, we need the money…"

"What are you talking about–call her and tell her we don't need it anymore. Do it now." I said with a snap of my fingers, I was starting to feel nauseous. 

"But we do." 

"Emma!" 

"The landlord is going to throw us out and we'd have to come back to the hell hole we came from Em, we don't have time," 

My face paled, "W-what? But we…"

"No, we don't have time. We have to let Mother help us." 

" I am not that desperate–"

"But you are."

"Am doing this for you–"

"You mean for yourself." 

"I don't expect you to understand, all you do is party, go, and–do you even attend lectures?" 

"You're just jealous!" 

"You're kidding right?"

"You're jealous because I have a social life and you're nothing but a sadist, you live nothing but a boring life." 

"I suggest you start saying goodbye to that society because I cannot afford it anymore!" 

Her green eyes welled up with tears. 

"I can't stay with you anymore. Am moving to Canada," 

Panic surged through me, "W-what?" 

"At least that's where I am wanted," she turned and dashed into her room. I blinked out of shock. 

"She doesn't even remember you!" I called after her. I bit my lip hard and sat heavily on the couch. If Emma makes good on her threat I have failed. The thought made my stomach churn. 

The ring of my phone threw me out of my thoughts.  

"Sebastian's Crest office–"

"Get here in thirty minutes," came the curt instruction.

"That's impossible and it's almost dawn." 

"Make it forty. Now." 

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Sebastian POV 

"You called for me sir?" 

The sound of her soothing voice invaded the chaos in my brain. 

"Follow me," I led her to my Father's room. 

My eyes met her grayish-green eyes and I had to clutch my bearings because it knocked the air out of me. 

She was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged and a blue shirt with a pair of sneakers. 

"I see you had time to change," 

"Sorry, Sir." 

"It's past work hours, you can call him Sebastian," Father grumbled. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes I think he wished she was his daughter. Considering the privileges she has. 

"I doubt he'd like that," Emily quipped and helped him lean his back on the pillow. 

"Am sorry I left so abruptly, do you need anything?" 

"Nonsense, you shouldn't apologize. I asked him to call you because I have something to say," 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah," he tried to smile but it came out like a grimace. 

"I feel like I should announce officially that Michael will be walking closely with Sebastian and –"

"Stop it, Father, you sound like a sappy old man on his dead bed." 

"It sure is nice to be back home isn't it?" Emily asked. To change the topic.

"No, it isn't. He should be in the hospital, not his room. He's being reckless." 

I did my best not to snap at him. I didn't agree with his decision to be dismissed from the hospital, yet he insisted he's room would be a remedy for him. I had no choice but to comply when he threatened to ask Michael for help. Sly old man. 

"More like a remedy," Emily supports. 

"That's what I said, Seb can be such a party pooper. Emily be my daughter instead?" he asked with all sincerity. She simply chuckled and sat beside him on the bed. 

"It's a shame Seb has bad taste in women, his ex Vanessa–" 

"Father!" 

I shut my laptop and massaged my forehead.

"What?" Father sat upright with a grim expression. "You should forget about the past, find a good girl, and marry. Someone who will stand beside you and fight this battle with you. You will never understand, will you? Seth did." 

What he said hurt. I couldn't hold it anymore. 

"You always assume the worst of me, why do I need to marry? When will you understand that I don't need anyone?! What is so grand about your plan that I am unable to carry it out alone? Let me ask you a question, Father, when was the last time you asked what I wanted since Seth Died? What more do I need to do to prove myself?" 

"What you need is to stop thinking you have everything" his jaw tightened. 

"I can't do this anymore." I snapped. 

"Emilia, come with me," 

"Try to get along with Micheal Seb." 

I hissed and spun towards Father, he's trying so badly to piss me off. He finally succeeded. 

"He'll destroy everything we've worked for Father, I don't agree with your decision!"

"You said you were going to teach him," 

"Because you caught me off guard! Last I checked am the C.E.O of Sunshine–"

"And I call the shots, of all people, you should know I am not going back on my decision if you can't handle being under my wing any longer because you can stand on your two feet and then be my guest!" 

I couldn't believe my Father was giving me an ultimatum after all we've been through to build this company. Finally, I've decided to throw in the towel. 

I looked him in the eye and even before I could open my mouth I had an inkling he knew what I would say. His bloodshot eyes stared back at me, daring me to say the words. 

"Fine then," 

"Sebastian…" Emily mumbled. 

"You know what this means, you can't go back on this Seb," he choked out. 

"Then I won't," I shrugged, "it's clear to me that you will never choose me, what's the use in fighting a losing battle? Am done here." I turned and started for the door. 

"Sebastian…"

I couldn't hear beyond the rage bubbling inside me until I realized it wasn't him call

ing out to me anymore. It was her and she was doing so frantically, that was when I knew something was terribly wrong.