Fairy Tale

Chapter 18: Removed

The door of her abusers opened. Ava's cold face appeared. Wearing a pressed pants suit, her shiny black heels, and her calculating eyes swept the party on her front steps

"Can I help you?" Her eyes finally landed on Emily, and they narrowed, her bright red lips pressed into a tight thin line.

"Has my step daughter finally gotten herself into trouble with the law?" Her voice was crisp and cold.

The male officer handed Ava the warrant without a word. Ava's eyes narrowed even more and if possible pressed even tighter and she read the paper. By the end of the paper however her mouth dropped.

"This can't be legal!" She hissed.

"It is." Said another males voice from behind.

Every head turned to see Mr. Isaac striding towards them, he had parked their car behind Me. Lee's. Newt and Sonya were behind him with matching smirks. Emily's knees buckled, Minho had his arm around her back.

Now there were two cops and two grown male adults all standing around her, ready to fight beside her. Her eyes welled with tears. Newt and Sonya joined the group.

"Sam? What is this?" Ava snapped, her eyes snapped to Sam Isaac. And then to Mr. Lee, who looked more intimidating than his son, then back to Mr. Isaac when he spoke calmly.

"It's exactly what the paper says. We are here to gather Emily's things and remove her from a possible toxic and harmful environment until proven one way or another."

Ava sputtered.

"Now if you would step aside Ma'am."

Ava had no choice but to move. Teresa was standing a bit further back her eyes wide and mouth open. She watched as the cops came into the house with Emily.

"Minho? What the hell is going on?" She gasped.

Minho ignored her, his hand still on Emily's back. Mrm Lee stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes at Teresa. She kept his gaze, but Emily could see the nervousness in her cold blue eyes.

"Where is you room?" He asked.

The cops stood to the side, with Mr. Lee and Mr Isaac. Ava stood rooted to the spot, her jaw clamped shut, she had her suitcase and brief case beside it, her pass port on top.

"Are you leaving somewhere?" A cop asked, pointing.

"I have business in Washington for work."

"As long as you don't leave the country."

Emily lead her friends down the hall away from the adults, and up the small stare case. She pushed her Attic room open and stopped dead with a cry.

Her room had been torn apart. All her clothes pulled out and thrown everywhere. Her books pulled off the shelf, most of them ripped apart.

Emily could only stand there, her mouth open. She heard hurried footsteps running down the stairs.

"What....what happened?" She sputtered.

"Seriously? This how you act when you don't get your shucken way?" Minho had growled from beside her.

There was just a sniff.

"Well glad I broke up with you. Shuck your jacked!"

Emily turned her head enough to see a flash of black hair storming down the stairs. There was more voices in the staircase and footsteps.

"What's going on?"

The cops had shown up. They took a look around the room and then one officer pulled out a camera.