I Figured It Out | Jemi

Thirty Seven

Demi exited the police station a smile on her face. She just got a job as a sketch artist like Joe had suggested. It was something she could do until she was far along then take her maternity leave because the people she would be working with wouldn't be dangerous, they were the victims. The hours were better for spending time with Kean and the new baby when he or she arrived and she was done with her maternity leave. It was so much better for her. She was walking back home when she spotted someone familiar, her boyfriend.

"Joe? What are you doing here?" Demi questioned grabbing his hand, the one that didn't have a cigarette in his hands.

"Ah Demi! It's so nice to see your sweetie!" He gleamed kissing both her cheeks, Demi sighed slightly looking up at him as he took another drag from the fag.

"What's your name?" Demi inquired.

"You know who I am princess, I'm your mom," Joe answered wrapping his arm around her as they continued to walk. "Now where is your sister. I have a present for you both." Demi ignored the stares they were getting, they didn't understand why Joe was like he was. This was his third alter, she was relieved that he wasn't violent.

"Emily?" Demi guessed Joe nodding his head blowing the smoke out of his mouth. His walk was even a little feminine which was hard for her to watch, this was his first female personality. "Can I speak to Joe please?"

"Who is Joe, oh dear do you have a boyfriend?!" Joe squealed slightly Demi rolling her eyes, she knew some personalities wouldn't know who Joe was and think they are their own person, again this was the only one so far. She wanted her boyfriend back even if he wasn't completely well when he was here. Demi didn't have a mom herself but she sort of did now.

Emily brought drinks into the living room after they had searched for Joe a little bit, they hadn't found him. She knew she needed to explain to the both of them what was going on with Joe, she hadn't done it over the phone knowing it was something that they needed to say face to face. Emily just had to trust Joe wouldn't do anything crazy, she couldn't keep an eye on him all the time.

"When Joe was abused as a child he started making different personalities subconsciously and now these personalities are coming back. It's called multiple personality disorder," Emily explained. "At the moment we've had Matt and little Joey but it seems like he has a new one now. He doesn't smoke and neither do Matt or Joey."

"My poor baby." Denise mumbled Nick sighing as she rubbed her back gently. Denise could remember everything that happened in the past with her husband and her boys. How she used to try and protect them both as much as she could even if it meant getting beaten and locked in the basement herself. She's been searching for years to find her oldest son, starting to think her husband had left behind enough for him to pass on.

"There's a lot going on at the moment, he's not very well but he's got plenty of support." Emily assured them both.

"And who are you to him?" Nick inquired.

"We're best friends, I met him when he moved to my school after the situation happened. We have a son together though, he's sleeping upstairs. He's expecting a baby with his girlfriend now which is why we're desperate for him to get better." Emily explained.

"I'm a Grandmother?" Denise questioned Emily nodding her head passing her a photo frame of Joe with Elliot when he was born.

"He's nearly seven months old now, his name is Elliot," Emily breathed checking her phone when it beeped. "His girlfriend found him, he won't be the same when he comes back, play along with whoever he is."