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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 11, 2015 13:59:03 GMT 10
"Thank you, so I have been informed that..." "AUNT EMMA!" Little Charlie cried, rushing to hug her tightly
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Post by witch on Feb 11, 2015 14:04:50 GMT 10
Knocked backward Emma's gaze came upon a young little boy confusion etched onto her face. Slowly Her gaze came up, her eyes growing wide as her face turned pearl white. "T..Trev?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 11, 2015 14:06:42 GMT 10
"Emma... My God..." Christian grinned, walking over to her as he gently pried Charlie off of her, "it's been so long, how are you?"
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Post by witch on Feb 11, 2015 14:13:49 GMT 10
"I....I..." she breathed taken back pulling back dumping into the door, the knob digging in. Her mouth was suddenly dry, no words coming out. She stood there like a deer in headlights, wanting and knowing she should run but unable to.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 11, 2015 14:14:40 GMT 10
"Please, sit back down, Charlie get the chair for your auntie please,"
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Post by witch on Feb 11, 2015 14:21:28 GMT 10
"I...I didn't know...I mean....y...you...I...I s..should go" she forced herself to choke out her hand reaching behind her for the knob to the door.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 11, 2015 14:23:48 GMT 10
"Stay, please, you are free to work here Emma, I hardly come here at all."
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Post by witch on Feb 11, 2015 14:30:29 GMT 10
"N..no....I...I can't. N...Not part of family....c...can't' she voiced finding the knob and opening it she stumbled backward tripping over her own feet as she tried to escape.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 11, 2015 14:33:47 GMT 10
"Emma... This is a business, not a family, you are welcome to work here... Please, come back"
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Post by witch on Feb 11, 2015 14:36:30 GMT 10
"Y..you I..in control. Elliot, Christine, Grace. I...I can't C...Christian I just can't" she ran at that or at least until it become to much. Her world spun and before she could pull herself back together she blacked out.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 11, 2015 14:39:39 GMT 10
He caught her, sighing as he looked to his son "I think we're best going home little man,"
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Post by witch on Feb 11, 2015 14:43:08 GMT 10
"What about Aunt Emma?" he questioned looking from her to his father and back again. "She come home with us?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 11, 2015 14:47:53 GMT 10
"Yes, I think it best your mother look after her, though I have a feeling she will try to run again"
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Post by witch on Feb 11, 2015 14:50:27 GMT 10
"I won't let her. Tell Uncle she's back, he'll know what to do."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 11, 2015 14:54:43 GMT 10
"I don't think that's a good idea little one, uncle and aunt have a lot of mixed up history
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