Haunted

Chapter 4

"WHERE THE HECK are we" I say as I wake up and find myself not under the apple tree but in a concrete room.
"Jack were are you?" I say, suddenly realising the other problem of a missing boyfriend.
"Over here" his absent minded voice says from the other side of the room near a window. I get up and join him at the window.
"W...where are we?" I say uncertainly.
"I don't know" he replies. at that moment we here voices.
"Did we even make a place in the museum for rich English teens" an angry, deep voice yells.
'Museum' I mouth at Jack. He just shrugs his shoulders and his face is pinched with worry.
"Sorry sir" a shy female voice says. "they came from a castle. I was following them".
'following us' Jack mouths at me, I just look at him with big eyes. Not knowing what to say.
"I wouldn't believe they came from a castle if my life depended on it. I mean have you seen the girls clothing, ripped jeans and a Rolling Stones jumper. Not to mention the shoes, orange converse. They must be a few year old. THAT IS NOT THE CLOTHING OF CASTLE INHABITANTS" he yells. I here muffled sobs and can only guess that the poor girl I crying. "if you're going to stand there and cry you can get out! Go get the new arrivals" he shouts again. Jack and I exchange puzzled and worried looks before the door is thrown open. A lady that looks to be in her early twenties appears at the door. She has long blonde hair, her mascara is dripping down her face and she is wearing non-ripped skinny jeans with a posh blazer over a mossy green tank top.
"You are requested at the table, sir wants you" she says, wiping her eyes with the hand that isn't holding the door.
"Are you ok" I ask her. When I ask her she stares at me as if I hit her.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offended y-" I say but she cuts my off.
"I didn't mean to be rude. it's just, nobody has ever asked me before" she says reviling a heavy I Irish accent.
"Why?" I say suddenly realising how nosy that was.
"Everyone hated my father and so I never really had friends because they all thought I would be like him they were scared that little Emilia would become like him. I was blackmailed into working for him so now everyone thinks that I am like him" she says, brushing blonde hair out of eyes.
"Sorry, but doesn't that mean that sir I your dad" Jack asks.
"Not exactly" she says, a fresh tear falling down her cheek.

Emilia's POV
I don't know why I do, but I open up to these people like I have never opened up to anyone before. And as soon as I start telling them about myself I can't stop.
"At first I didn't fall for his black mail, I was stronger. It started when I was about 16, the black mail. On the fifth of April when I was 18 my dad disowned me. He said I wasn't worthy of him. At 20 the black mail got physical and I was covered in bruises. I was getting weaker so I decided to give him what he wanted and work for him. I am now the official spy and so I see if ghosts are rich. If they are I bring them here and if they aren't I leave them." I find myself saying.
"If you don't mind me asking but what does your fath-Sir work as?" The girl asks. She looks to be around 14 but I don't know. She is quite short so I could ask but that would seem rude.
"He sees where ghosts are from and gets their money and puts them in a museum until it's their time. He puts them into cages that ghosts can't get out of" I say.
"EMILIA. WHERE ARE YOU!" Sir's booming voice says.
"I'm so sorry but you have to go up to the table now" I finish, genuinely sorry because I have witnessed what Sir can do.

Ivy's POV
Emilia takes us up the stairs and at the top clasps chains on our wrists and mutters sorry to us. We understand. If she doesn't do what he says God knows what he could do to her.
When we reach the room I look up and down the sides of the table. So many people line it. There are people in what Emilia is wearing and some in tight skirts. The males are in fancy suits all with the same mossy green tie.
"Sit" Sirs booming voice says to Emilia. she does just that and then he yells at us. "Names".
"Ivy" I say, hopefully covering my fear with confidence.
To complete the act I look up and keep a plain face. But when I see who sir is, the man who sits at the end of the table, the man who bullies and black mails Emilia. My whole body freezes and I can't breathe.
Because this man isn't just from a family photo at a wealthy house. He was my mothers push over the edge.