Fairy Tale

Chapter 28: Police Report

Emily had no idea how long she was there, huddled on the ground against the cold stone wall. But her tears had stopped and dried. Emily somehow managed to work through the panic attack. It took her way longer than the other night with Minho. She had learnt immediately after her father's death, that people weren't going to be there for her, she had learned to cope with her anxiety and panic on her own. With her chest still heaving and right Emily curled up tighter. She hadn't been able to undo her wrists or the gage, and she couldn't get the stupid bag off her head.

The door was open.

"Emily? You here? Oh shit!" A deep voice cried. She couldn't fully place it. Emily flinched, and whimpered.

"It's Gally, I'm coming over, okay? I'm not going to hurt you."

There was a moment of quiet and silence. Then heard heavy footsteps. Her body was shaking and fresh tears formed in her eyes.

"I'm gonna take this thing off, okay?"

She felt him move her head and untie her gage and pulled the bag off her head. Gally cursed.

"I'm going to untie your wrists now."

Gally undid her wrists. She pushed herself up finally able to see what was going on. She was in the big sports closet beside the gym and lockers. Rows of sports equipment everywhere. Emily pulled her knees up to her chest trying to make herself even smaller, trying to hide. She had her head in her arms. 

"Hey man...yeah found her." Gally had puled his phone out and called someone. "No...Sports equipment room. Yeah...no... it's bad." 

Emily peeked through her arms and with her blurred vision she saw Gally glance at her.  

"Were gonna need the Director or someone....yeah of course I'll stay."

Another sob tried to choke its way up. Gally hung up the phone, and just stayed crouched in front of her, giving her space. He didn't say anything. It was quiet except Emily's ragged panicked breathing and her sobbing. The door burst open again.

"Gally! Where is she?" Minho's voice was pure panic, his head spinning around trying to find them. He turned and cursed, he threw himself down onto the ground and pulled her into his lap. She screamed and flinched when she was touched. She tried to fight the new set of hands. Half her brain knew she was safe and it was just Minho, but the PTSD trauma riddled part of her mind screamed she was in danger again. She flailed and tried to wiggle free. But Minho was stronger and wrapped her up, and held tight. A hand firmly pressed her head to his chest. 

"Go get Coach and Miss Mary. and the Director." Minho growled.

Emily could feel his body vibrating with anger. He pulled his phone and sent a few text. And then he held it up to his ear. Emily could hear it calling someone.

"Hey, hi. Dad? ... no, everything is not alright. Em was just attacked at school. No, i don't...no. Yeah I have her now....okay. Yeah...okay, thanks. See you soon. Can you call mom and Jorge? Thanks." 

He put the phone down and held Emily tighter again, she had stopped fighting when he started talking. She had her head pressed into his chest. He slowly rocked side to side, holding her tight. His humming made his chest rumble and it helped. It was calming. Her wild ragged breathing wasn't to shallow anymore. Emily huddled in his lap.  He didn't say anything, holding her tight and rocking her gently. She cried, her body shook. He didn't move until there were more footsteps. Emily didn't want to see, she didn't want to move. Her arms where pulled in tight to her body. And she turned her body and tried to huddle closer to him, she had her face pressed into Minho. She didn't want people around.