Dead Love

Confrontation (Part 2)

A:N/ Sweet honey ice tea, I apologize for how long this took...

RECAP FOR LAST CHAPTER: Emmit beat Grace's dad to a pulp and she thanked him. Now he's returning back to the city to find Vince, who was at the library studying (like a good boy). 

This isn't really a chapter just more of an extended part to the last chapter until I can think of something good....(literally nothing happens.) Sorry. :/

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Emmit was beckoned back to the city to meet up with Vince, who was pacing at gas station he had left him at.

Vince let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank God. Let's head back." 

Emmit nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets and as they made their way to the house. A million thoughts ran through his mind. I had to do it. Grace needed help. I made things worse. Do I go back? Will he call the cops?  He had to shake away the anxious thoughts otherwise he would end up right back at her house, certainly escalating the situation in a way he knew he would not be able to come back from.

Emmit hoped neither Grace nor her mother would get abused because of his stunt. All the way to Vermin's place, he thought of ways to get Grace away from her father permanently, knowing all were completely unrealistic.

Halfway to their destination, Vince stopped in his tracks. Emmit reluctantly halted and looked at him. "What's up?" 

"Dr. Vermin might ask about what we studied," Vince said, looking blankly ahead. Emmit scratched his head, not understanding. 

"So?" 

"So," Vince said, snapping his head toward Emmit. "You know nothing! Don't you think that may be a little suspicious?" Vince was pacing now with his hands running through his hair in concentration. "Oh man...oh man," he muttered. 

Emmit caught hold of Vince arms and stopped him. "Dude, relax. Just quickly explain to me what we've been...studying."

Vince released a sigh before saying, "It's been a lot SAT prep stuff lately. So basically reviewing Algebra 2, Geometry, Chemistry...some Physics. I don't think I can give a whole lesson in five minutes." Vince seemed to be panicking again. 

"Okay. Don't worry, I'll just tell doc I didn't really get anything if he asks. He'll believe that," Emmit assured. "I'm not exactly rolling in A's." 

"I better not get shit for this, Emmit."

"Relax. You won't take the fall for me. Alright?" 

Vince sighed before walking again. "Yeah, alright," he mumbled.

The walk home with the two of them was quiet. Emmit felt almost awkward being alone with just Vince. He had only become really close with Henry and James. Vince was the most mature of the three and usually kept to himself.

The silence was soon broken when both Emmit and Vince returned to the noisy house. Henry and James were arm wrestling at the kitchen table. 

Vince dropped his bag on the kitchen floor and clicked on the television. Emmit thought to sit at the available seat across from a red-faced Henry and sweating James to watch them.

"You buckling, Henny, you buckling," James said through grit teeth.

"Don't think so," Henry breathed.

Emmit got comfortable and crossed his hands behind his head. "How long ya'll been at it?"

"He don't want to accept defeat," James said, concentrated.