A story of forever

Chapter 7:

So guess where we are? You wouldn't be able to guess in a million and ten years. The Kil'awars ship. How we aren't currently dead right now? Unsure. Sussie and I exchanged bewildered looks, taking in the otherworldly surroundings of the Kil'awar ship. There are cylinders that are black but somehow look metallic. But not like steel or properly metal. It's like an alien metal. The reflection isn't linear, it's curved. We were sitting on chairs that were plush lined with red cushions. "The queen will see you now" said one of the Kil'awars. "Thank you" said sussie. Even in a really rough situation, she always is polite; that's what I love about her. "Remember, stay calm and speak from the heart," I whispered to Sussie as the doors to the queen's chamber opened. "Hello foolish mort—Sussie!?" Shouted the Kil'awar queen. Sussie and I shared a surprised glance as the Kil'awar queen's eyes widened in recognition.

Sussie

So we're in the Kil'awars waiting room for lack of a better word. The cushions are itchy and the light is too bright. "The queen will see you now" said one of the big and burly Kil'awar, motioning for us to enter the throne room I guess is what it's called? "Thank you" I said, to which the Kil'awar body guard said your welcome. "Hello foolish mort—SUSSIE!?" Shouted the queen, standing up from her throne. How does she know my na—"EMMA!?" I shouted in shock. I rushed forward and embraced the Kil'awar queen who, to our bewilderment, looked exactly like our fallen friend, Emma. Then the queen opened the door to her right hand side and out came "Sussie?" Asked a timid old man's voice. "Yes? Who is—papa?" I asked. "Yes it's me!" He said and immediately I ran and hugged him. "Papa! I missed you!" Then I turned angry and started hitting him! "Why did you leave us all alone!? You made us believe that you were dead!" "Mom and I thought you were dead, and you were cavorting with the enemy!" I then had a sidebar with Emma and said "no offense" to which she said none taken. "Sussie baby, I needed to do this to protect you!" He said trying to get me off of him, which Stefan knows is a difficult task. "I know, but you could have at least let us know that you were alive instead of making us think you were dead," I scolded, tears streaming down my face. "Hey señor! I know your my girlfriend's father and it's a cute reunion moment but your pissing her off, please stop" said Stefan, grabbing my hand. "Emma, if that's really your name, I'm taking sussie to the lobby again, she needs a minute" to which Emma said okay. "Hey hey girl, what can I do, do you need a hug?" He asked me. "Please" and he smiled and embraced me. I felt a little bit more relaxed and just generally better. As I pulled away from Stefan's comforting embrace, I couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and confusion that flooded my mind. "Thank you my love" I said to him while getting the door. I headed out into the lobby, still trying to process everything that had just happened. He's such a dork, he wants to hold the door for me like I'm a princess. Then when I walked in, I saw the worst scene in the world. "Papa!!" I shouted. He was floating above the ground, what looked like rope around his neck. "Emma what the hell, what have you done!?" I shouted. I rushed over to him, trying to find anything to cut the rope with. "You've betrayed me, Sussie! And for what you've done to me, you will lose the most important piece of your heart. Your precious Papa" she said in a vile tone. I ran to the throne to get her but before I could, something happened. I didn't care though, I kicked her, pulled her hair and threw her on the ground. "Sussie! Sussie!!" Shouted Stefan. "Yes my love, im dealing with a little pendeja, can you handle what you're asking me?" I said, distracted. "No my love. Please come here" he said in a somber tone. "What ha—Papa!!" I screamed. He was—he was dead. Despite the pain in my chest, I lunged at Emma with primal fury. I kicked her more and more. Then Stefan tried to pull me off. "Sussie ist me! Please stop kicking the air" he said while holding me. "But Papa, is he?" It's almost like he knew what I was talking about. "Your dad is gone honey. I'm so sorry" he said kissing my face. He held me while I cried. He was kissing my face and saying "I'm sorry my love I'm sorry I'm sorry" in German. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as I wept for my father.