A cell phone rang and immediately stopped, Jemi shut her eyes closed and pulled back, shaking her head back to reality. "It's Will" Emma announced, she dialled the number back and placed it on her ear, "he isn't picking, weird he just called me right now" suddenly she looked like she remembered something "damn" " What?" " he told me he'll be home by Monday, maybe he's mad or something" so they had left, weaving their way, just like they had come in, back to the car, this time they drove in silence, each to her thoughts, Jemi feigned sleep, her cheeks flushing and would have been sore red if she wasn't dark, each time she recalled what almost happened she coiled deeper into herself. They stopped by the house at 10:45, Jemi climbed down, while Emma drove to the garage, seeing the curtains dark, she dug into her pockets and brought out the house key, pushing it into the keyhole, the door was opened, inwardly surprised to find out the room was dark, she didn

Ray was on the phone when she zoomed into the house after a hectic day at work. She moved straight to the fridge pulling out bottled water and drinking its content straight out of it, she stopped making a sound to eavesdrop on his conversation. "....I don't know, reasons I want you to run things, for now, I can not leave this place for the time being..." She relaxed her shoulders on the wall watching him, his back turned to her. "I'm needed here... Yes it's for a business" She knew he was lying, she cleared her throat loudly, he turned and saw her, knowing he was in for another talk "I'm going now, I trust you" to Jemi he said "not one word" "I'm sick and tired of seeing you around..." "That's seven words," She walked close to him and folded her hands on her chest her voice a little softer "Ray I'm glad, very glad you're here, I shouldn't lie but no way I'm letting you stop living just so you could watch over me" "I can't, there are lots

"Hi Jemi" Lucas stood before the newest painting then back at Emma, his face in total puzzlement. Jemi felt cringed, yes she'd sent the address but she was unaware they were going to show up. She looks at Emma's blood-drained face again. She wasn't enjoying this too. Emma hurriedly faced it to the wall, guilt on her countenance "Dad you didn't say you were coming over when we spoke this morning" "We brought clothes for a change, we thought you might need them" Yolanda explained "But you don't" she started pointedly at Jemi's shirt she wore. Emma blushed. If Jemi didn't feel so embarrassed she'd have joined in the fun, taunting Emma to bits, instead, she wanted to disappear. "This is a nice place Jemi?" Lucas looked around. "It isn't mine" she found her voice. "It's for a friend, he lent me this place so I don't go homeless" "It has taste" "He has taste, lucky he did more than offer" Jemi left them and mov

It was magical how people changed and mystical how you felt the transformation, whether it was physical or temperamental, one could not just hold humans in a specific position and behavioral pattern. People changing wasn't a myth. That was how she felt when she saw Matt Phone to her ear she tapped the wooden surface the glass partition stood on, the beat making no sensible rhythm, gazing back at the person behind it. They hadn't said anything to each other since she entered. His beards were obvious, making him look older than he was, his eyes reddish and sunken, once hard intimidating countenance now soft and gentle. Even though she finally told him why she was there, the calm on his face didn't waver. "I told Emma about it and she didn't believe me" he tilted his head "I don't think you want to hear it" Jemi leaned close "if you think that, why did you ask to see me?" "Genius," He smiled. He didn't look like an asshole anymore,

It was on a Wednesday morning when she heard the knock on the door, she rolled her eyes thinking it was the police doing their random check on the house every couple of hours, Today was lonely. With Jemi at work and she staying behind, she'd tried reading but like always she found herself without the concentration she needed. During the week Jemi hadn't stopped reminding her of the need for her to leave. And it wasn't so annoying as the first time she'd done it so she didn't bitch back. She'd seen the tiredness in her eyes each time she fell back from the station or made a call. She looked so stressed once Emma had to slip her sleeping drugs into her coffee and then dragged her limp body up to bed. It wasn't all bad, they were fun days too, cooking together or sharing a tub or a shower, Jemi whispering into her ears how much she made her crazy or just wrapping her hands beneath her shirt, making her shiver as she toyed with her skin. Making it harder