Emily I'm Sorry; Yellowjackets

nine

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

2021

What happened to you?" Daisy's tone was judgmental at first. Emily understood that of course, she knew that she had drank a few too many shots of tequila.

The blonde always tried to shield her daughter from the pains and tragedies of the real world, however sometimes her own pain poured over into her child's world.

"Daisy I'm really not in the mood." Emily set down her bag, and sunk down on the couch beside her daughter.

"What happened, Mama?" Daisy asked softly, now noticing that the older woman was clearly upset.

Emily certainly didn't want to talk about the day she had, not about her sister, or Natalie. She just wanted to simply sleep off the memories—Emily knew all too well that it wasn't possible to do such a thing.

"I don't really wanna talk about it," Emily sighed, and Daisy leaned her head against her mother's shoulder.

"You sure?"

Emily pressed her lips together, "What's going on with you and Callie?"

Daisy frowned, "Why are you deflecting?"

"Why are you?" Emily countered, offering her daughter a small falsely  innocent smile.

Daisy of course knew this was a way to get her to talk about her problems and then Emily would continue to avoid her own.

"Fine." Daisy huffed, "but if I tell you, you have to tell me why you're upset."

"Deal," Emily agreed, gently braiding Daisy's hair, absentmindedly comforting both of them.

"I have no idea what is going on with Callie." Daisy sighed, "It's so frustrating. I don't even know what the fuck I did."

Daisy reminded Emily a lot of herself, just the way she spoke about things—the way she processes information.

Daisy holds on to every word, from just about anyone. Much like Emily used too...before everything.

"What do you mean?" Emily's eyebrows pulled together in thought.

"I mean all of the sudden she's being a total asshole to me! First she doesn't like my boyfriend, and then she kisses him!" Daisy exclaimed.

Emily thought about her daughter's words, "She could be jealous...I mean you have been neglecting your friendship to hang out with your boyfriend."

Daisy scoffed, "I certainly have not been neglectful of my friendship."

"Look," Emily sighed, tying off the braid, "You and Callie have been friends your entire lives. Just talk to her."

Daisy opened her mouth to argue but Emily cut her off, "I mean really talk. Not just some superficial shit."

Daisy seemed to think about her mother's words for a minute before nodding in agreement. Emily smiled softly, assuming she was off the hook—

"Okay, your turn."

Emily grimaced, "Seriously? You can't just take my advice and leave me to my own problems?"

Daisy shook her head confidently, "Nope, that's not how a deal works. Tell me what's going on."

Where could Emily even start?

"I uh—ran into someone I went to high school with." Emily quietly admitted.

Emily never talked about her time in high school—not about the times before the infamous plane crash and certainly not about the times that followed.