Post by laura on Mar 2, 2013 14:37:17 GMT -8
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Emma found herself stood in the dark and abandoned car park of Penny's Pancake Shack, located on the road leading toward D-27. She was leant up against the side of the car they'd ’borrowed’, watching Beth pace back and forth, kicking at the gravel with growing impatience as Ethan sat on the bonnet, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his attention set on the entrance of the car park.[/blockquote][/font]
Daddykins was late. Three hours late.
“This is bullshit!” Beth announced, slamming her foot down in her temper. “I'm not staying here all fucking night, Ethan! It's freezing and dark and we’re waiting around like sitting ducks. Tell me again, how do we know this isn't a trap?”
Emma kicked a small stone with the toe of her boot and side glanced toward the silent man. He was brooding, no doubt about that; sulking like a child that didn't get the toy it wanted. According to Ethan, his father was supposed to be meeting them at 11, an hour after the diner closed, yet, with a glance at the digital clock on the cars dashboard, it didn't take a genius to realise he was late.
She sighed, knowing that the truth wasn't going to go down well with the young man. “He's not coming.”
“Good!” Beth groaned in relief, swinging the passenger door open, readying herself to climb in. “Let's get out of here! We passed a club on the outskirts of D-26, we can stop off and have a few drinks.”
The car suddenly jolted, pushed under the force of Ethan's shove as he catapulted himself away from it. “No!” He spat. “We’re not going anywhere until my father gets here.”
“He's not coming. Jesus Christ, Ethan...” Beth slumped against the Emma's shoulder in exasperation. “We’ve been here hours already. Patrols will start soon and I'm not going to be around when it does, so I suggest - “
The hum of hovering wheels cut her off, the sound reaching them a few seconds before a slick, black vehicle pulled into the car park, it's headlights dimmed low, the normal glow encircling the wheels diminished completely. This was one car that didn't want to be seen.
The smile that slowly slid to Ethan's face was a clear indication that Daddy had arrived.
“Here we go,” Beth whispered into Emma's ear as the car pulled up next to them, landing with an eerie silence. When the wheels connected with the ground, the engine shut off, and before the lights clicked off the door was opening, Ethan all too eager to greet the man within.
He took the handle, opening the door wide. “Nice to see you again, Dad.”
There was an admiration in his tone that Emma had never experienced for herself, an undertone of unconditional, parental love. By the way Beth grimaced at her side, she hadn't experienced it either.
A tall, smartly dressed, middle-aged man stepped out, his shinny black shoes the first thing to catch Emma’s eye as they crunched down onto the gravel. The second was the well groomed red hair; it shone through the darkness like a lit flame, vibrant and alive despite his age.
“Ladies,” Ethan began, waving his arm toward them. “I'd like to introduce my father, Malcolm Lowe.”
Malcolm.
Both man stepped in unison into the light illuminating from inside the car - and Emma’s heart stopped cold inside her chest. The face, though aged by time, was unmistakable; the slope of his cheek bones, the thin nose, and stark hazel eyes that she saw every time she looked in a mirror stared back at her. The sight of his face brought up an array of buried and blurry memories, of arguments long past, of smashing glass, smokey, smelly rooms... And the look on the mans face as he'd left her forever.
Emma had begged, she'd gripped her fathers legs with both of her tiny hands and begged him to stay, but the only reply she’d received was a look of contempt and disgust. Then, he'd brushed her away and shut the door, her mothers curses screaming after him.
Malcolm Ward had never returned to D-93.
“It's you,” She found herself saying aloud, stepping closer, her eyes narrowing on the man.
Malcolm Lowe looked to Ethan uncomfortably. “Yes,” he answered in uncertainty. “I apologise for being late. We came across some unexpected road works. May I ask who I'm talking to?”
Beth stepped forward first, her hand outstretched in welcome. “I'm Elizabeth - “
“Emma,” she cut the other woman off, nudging her aside. “Emma Ward.”
Her eyes were fixed to Malcolm's face, waiting for the reaction she so desperately wanted. But there was nothing. No flicker of recognition or change to the stone cold expression at all.
She waited for a long drawn out five seconds before speaking again. “Don't you remember me?”
His dark auburn brows dropped. “No. Have we met before?”
“Emma?” Ethan asked in confusion.
There was no room in her head to think about the young man; no, that would come later. “Yes, we have.” Hazel clashed with hazel. “I'm your daughter.”