Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Fourteen

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs. As well as the plot to H&D.

Chapter Fourteen

I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned inwardly at the reflection. So far I had changed into at least ten different outfits and couldn’t stand how I looked in any of them; they either looked way to casual or looked like I was trying way too hard. This was one of the reasons I especially hated the thought of going on dates.

Stripping off the black skirt and white blouse, I continued rummaging through my closet when I heard a crash in the hallway. Jumping, I ran out to see what had happened, not caring if I was just in my bra and underwear.

Emmy stood in the middle of the hallway, staring at the broken remains of the vase that had once been sitting on the hall table, which had been knocked down.

“Emelyn, what the hell?!” I yelled, grabbing my robe and tying it around me. Ever since she had woken up from her nap, it had been one mishap after the next. Never had this girl misbehaved this badly, even when she threw a hissy fit. Earlier we had spent a couple hours running errands and she had been insufferable; constantly whining and being rude, acting completely out of character.

I watched where I stepped, so not to get a piece of ceramic embedded in my foot, as I made my way to Emmy.

“Oops,” she muttered monotone, showing no regret in her actions. I noticed her clenching her hand in a fist and gently pried it open to reveal a cut along her palm that was steadily bleeding over the rest of her hand. I didn’t say anything as I lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom and sat her on the edge of the sink. I riffled through the medicine cabinet for Neosporin and a band aid before wetting a wash cloth and wiping away the blood.

“What has gotten into you?” I asked, only to receive a shrug in response. I bit down a growl of annoyance and focused on my task. Thankfully, the cut was shallow, nothing that wouldn’t heal within the next couple of days. I sighed in relief and covered it with the Neosporin before placing the band aid on top.

“Guess you got to stay home now to make sure my hand is all better,” she said with an arrogant tone in her voice. I raised an eyebrow at her and felt myself smirk.

“I think you will survive,” I said and had to bite my lip as she pouted, “I guess your plan backfired Em,”

“Hmph,” she huffed, jumping down from the sink and storming into her bedroom, slamming her door behind her. A few seconds later, I heard her other door slam as well. I shook my head and went to clean up the mess in the hallway. I would let her cool down for a little bit before talking to her. Unfortunately, Emmy had inherited not only her father’s temper, but mine as well.

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(An hour and a half later)  

Emmy refused to talk to me whenever I tried to check on her, so I finally decided to leave her to her moping. After cleaning up the hallway, I returned to my room and continued trying on outfits until I finally found one I liked.

It was a black, strapless dress that fell to just above my knees. There was some embroidery adorning the top of the dress as well as the hem at the bottom. It was simple but not too extravagant. I put on matching black heels that made me taller than I already was; hopefully I wasn’t too much taller than Ethan when he came to pick me up. That was always a problem with guys; as I got older I found myself at least an inch or two taller than them. The only person who ever actually towered over me was Michael.