Okay most of this chapter is just about Emerson and Annabelle. Annabelle isn't a normal child. Normal children are boring. But she seems a bit too mood-swingy to me... she's a class A Tsundere, I swear. Yes, she's calls him that... not it's not perverted.
A "reverse charge call" or "collect call" is when you call someone long distance and say they'll (the ones being called) accept the charges.
Reverse Charge Call (Ch. 4)
Emerson drifted back into the land of the waking and turned to see if the woman he had upset the night before was awake. Thankfully, she was not. Which was a good thing for him because this meant he got to put off the whole apologizing to her thing until she was in a better mood… or calmer, at least.
After his usual morning routine of getting dressed, brushing his teeth and doing a half-assed job at combing his messy black hair, he quietly snuck out of the room careful not to wake the sleeping giant that happened to be in a bad mood the previous night. He felt sick at the memory, worst of all just how real it had felt. Normally he could tell when a dream was a dream fairly quickly but he could have sworn that was reality. He shrugged it off, not wanting to relive the unpleasant feelings of jealousy, a feeling which made him nauseated, nor the unpleasant reaction the female gave when she discovered he was inside her head.
He walked down the stairs hoping to find breakfast waiting or at least being prepared. Emerson felt strangely hungry this morning despite how much he ate last night, but maybe he just felt exhausted from the events that happened recently.
Instead he found no one awake down stairs except the demon child who people had given the name of ‘Annabelle’. She was watching television, cartoons it looked like. Emerson found himself momentarily thinking back to when he was young and Minerva, Chrissie, and he would often get up to watch cartoons and the crack of dawn. He smiled lightly at the memory, that was back when Minerva was innocent and Chrissie wasn’t so… well, when she wasn’t so Chrissie. He ground his teeth slightly, his smile dropping, thinking of how she had become.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?”
His head snapped up and saw the little demon was looking at him, at least he thought she was looking at him, from her spot on the couch. He quickly said nothing and turned away from her, not wanting to deal with the child today.
At least until…
“Hey,” she called out to him, “why are you here anyway, boyfriend?” she asked flatly. He gave this girl one thing, at least she got right to the point. Wait, ‘boyfriend’? Was it his imagination or didn’t he correct her that he wasn’t Minerva’s boyfriend by her fiancé instead? The events of the last day were all muddled together in his mind, quite frankly, he didn’t really remember.
“I’m here to check on Minerva, that’s why.” Emerson turned to face the child who was still looking at him, so he thought her expression practically unreadable since her eyes were totally covered under the thick fringe. He noticed she didn’t look satisfied with that so he elaborated, “I had a dream she was in some sort of pain or danger, like a great harm was going to befall her, and there was a lot of turmoil involved. It was a nightmare which tends to not always be as clear so I wasn’t sure what the problem was exactly… so… I… rushed over here…” he drifted off, “all the way from the UK,” it was at this exact moment he actually realized he sounded a bit crazy, “England to be precise…” he drifted off again, somewhat at a loss for words and started rambling whatever popped into his head, mumbling most of the time.
The girls expression didn’t change much during the whole duration of the one-sided conversation. Emerson had to wonder why he was getting so nervous all of a sudden, she was just a kid no matter how demonic or bratty she acted, right? He thought that maybe it wasn’t this girl making him nervous but rather the other girl making him nervous. After explaining to this girl, out loud, just why he was here he realized that perhaps his level of devotion to the disturbed woman still strapped down up stairs was even greater than he ever suspected, or wanted to admit. That, and with those intense feelings of, he gulped, jealousy, last night he found himself starting to think he had been denying certain feelings for far too long – knowing about them but on some level denying and refusing them. It made him feel like he was just as crazy as the woman who would stalk him each chance she got. He clutched at his stomach, there goes the nausea again.
Annabelle noticed he clammed up for a few minutes now and looked as though he was about to vomit so she did a rare thing and decided to be nice and invite him to sit next to on the couch.
After Emerson calmed down his eyes began to wander around the house then back down to Annabelle, who was intensely focused on her morning cartoons, mouth gaped slightly and he imagined her eyes were probably as wide as saucers while watching the colorful pictures religiously. He almost wanted to laugh at the thought, she looked like a real kid, and it was almost kind of cute. But he didn’t really want to disturb her, it was sacrilege to disturb the morning cartoons of a child! Besides, if he did she’d just go all demonic again and he really didn’t want to deal with that.
However, he thought to himself that maybe she could shed a little light on his questions. The girl, no matter how much of a brat she is, was obviously much more intelligent than most children her age and this could prove useful to him. She might know something, but he’d have to wait for her to stop staring at the television screen before asking her anything.
The mindless flickering of colors on the television screen finally ended as the child turned the box off. ‘Now’s my chance!’ Emerson told himself, turning to face the girl, “So…” he started, but then paused, suddenly at a loss for words. Just how was he supposed to ask a seven year old about her older sister’s suicidal tendencies exactly? The girl looked up at him, her lips pursed tightly together and her eyes still not showing. That’s when he got an idea of what to ask.
“So…” he started again, “I happened to be in Minerva’s dream last night and,” the girl grunted at him in displeasure but allowed him to continue, “and while I was in there, I saw this guy, about my height, my build, didn’t get a good look at his face but he had this mop of brown hair,” the girl frowned at him, “I was just wondering if you knew who this guy was is all…” he drifted off, he found it harder to speak now, “she looked happy and was smiling with him.”
Annabelle had what the man assumed was a surprised expression on her face so he decided to further his question, “So I was also wondering if you knew why she would want to…” he drifted off again, not sure how to quite word ‘kill herself’ to a child, even one as intelligent as her. What sort of a creep was he for asking a child these things anyway?! He’d probably give her nightmares or something.
“Kill herself, you mean?” the girl uttered, facing downwards, her hair only covering more of her face. “Because why would she if she was so happy with him, right?” Emerson wasn’t sure if he heard correctly but it almost sounded like she was crying a little. This was bad for him, not only did he just make a little girl cry but he didn’t know how to deal with children on a regular basis, let alone when they cry! He mentally smacked himself for being so stupid and in such a rush to get answers that he would pester a child for them when dealing with such a grim topic.
“It’s not something I can tell you,” Annabelle said, barely above a whisper, “however,” she raised her head up slightly and moved a little closer to him, as though to let him in on some secret, “if you ask Mira, she might just tell you… otherwise, I don’t think you’ll be able to find out anything else about it,” she paused, stood up on the couch and leaned onto his shoulder bracing herself and whispered into his ear, “but, I like you now, boyfriend so I’ll tell you that my sister is happy because she’s in love and that’s why she wants to kill herself, because of love. If you want to know more then you’ll have to go to the place you saw in her dream. And don’t ask how I know either!”
With that, she backed away from him and hopped off the couch. Before she ran off however she had one final thing to say, “Hey boyfriend, do you know why I keep my hair so long and in my eyes?” Emerson shook his head. With a playful little smirk, much like the ones Minerva gives him, she said, “it’s because it makes Mira mad to see my eyes,” the girl quickly brushed the bangs falling over her right eye out of the way and Emerson saw the most piercing and brilliant shade of violet colored eyes since he saw Minerva’s when they were younger. They were nowhere near as distant and cold as her sisters, but it had still surprised him. Why would Minerva not like her eyes exactly? Come to think of it, why had Minerva’s eyes changed as she got older?
This girl had given him more information than he could have possibly asked for and he knew for sure now that this girl was no ordinary little girl. She knew things, too many things but for now he wasn’t sure if he should anyone but her… it was a weird sensation he got in the pit of his stomach telling him the girl was right and to follow her words.
Now the next problem became was who was that man really? Why would anyone, even someone like Minerva, want to kill themselves if they were happy and in love? And where was this location the girl spoke of and how would going there answer anything?
Ugh, but first thing was first, that feeling in the pit of his stomach was also telling him he was starving to death. He looked at the clock above the television. It was almost noon and no one was up yet… Emerson was convinced he was going to die of starvation during his stay here.
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