Emily I'm Sorry; Yellowjackets

five

(Emily, I'm Sorry)
ACT ONE — CHAPTER FIVE

2021

Emily was just trying to read her book, and drown her emotions in white wine, in peace. However between the insistent calls she was receiving from her own mother, and Daisy's boredom, she was having a highly difficult time.

The feet of the wooden chair scraped against the floor as Daisy moved to sit at the kitchen table.

Emily closed her book slowly, skimming the last few words on the page, before looking up at her daughter.

"I got the mail, Mom," she carefully set down the stack of mail, and continued, "I also took out the garbage and did the dishes."

Emily narrowed her eyes at the teenager, "What is it that you want? You never do stuff like this unless you want something."

Daisy leaned forward against the table, "Can I pretty please go to the movies with a friend? I'll be home by curfew. I swear!"

The blonde sighed, "You know you just got suspended right?"

Emily's phone vibrated on the table, a call from her mother coming through. She declined the call, and looked back at Daisy.

"And you're trying to go to the movies?"

Daisy looked confused, "Why are you ignoring Grandma's calls?"

"Well honey, quite frankly your grandmother is pissing me off." Emily crossed her arms, "Now stop trying to change topics. You're not going out."

Daisy rolled her eyes, "Mom. It's just the movies."

"Yes, and you're suspended. No movies." Emily stated, "Plus you're supposed to go to dinner with your father tonight. He wants to discuss something with you."

"This sucks." Daisy sighed, "Can't you just let it slide, once? Please?"

Emily refused to fall for the puppy dog eyes, she shook her head.

"Suspension means you're also grounded."  Emily quipped.

"This is so unfair!" The blonde teenager basically stomped away.

"Think about that before you punch someone next time!" Emily called after her.

"Teenagers." She sighed, reaching over for the mail.

Emily turned over the postcard and her stomach dropped. The terrifying symbol seemed to have spilled back over into her reality.

It was supposed to stay where it belongs. In the past and in her nightmares.

"What the fuck?" Emily whispered, slamming the postcard back against the table.

First the journalist and now this?

After seeing that symbol in a fully conscious state, all logic was pretty much out the window. Emily had to figure out who the hell sent it.

And she knew exactly where to start.

Emily hadn't seen her sister in a year, she had been basically giving her the silent treatment, Ash got herself thrown back in jail once again.

Ash took it really hard when Lottie was sent to Switzerland.

But it had been years, it was time for her to move on. Time for her to improve her life and get her act together.

"Oh so the silence is finally broken." Ash stated leaning against the cool table.

Emily kept her distance from the cold table, "I'm not here to chit-chat Ash."

"Figured as much, Emy." Ash forced a small smile, "I'm assuming this means you got the postcard too?"