The Grass Is Always Greener

Chapter 14 ~ The Foxes Hunt the Hounds

Amys Point of View

I turned on Emma's TV, flicking through the menus to see if she had anything good recorded. Jesus all she has are bloody documentaries with names like "Serial Killers" and "Couples Who Kill." That girl had a weird taste in TV programmes.

I flicked down to one, pressing play, sitting down to watch the show. Jesus Christ, these serial killers really hate prostitutes.

I glanced around the room. Emma still lived in the same house she did 3 years ago, except to me it looked like her parents had moved out. The surfaces were clean, but cluttered with various things Emma had collected and not had the heart to chuck out. I smiled and the photos littered over the walls, photos of Her and all of the guys, some of her family and a large number of her and dan, and a few of a much younger her and a guy that stirred a memory in the back of my mind. Back at our old school, Emma's best friend had been an American boy named Jack. Those two were inseperable, rather like her and this Dan seemed to be now.

However, one summer, Jack was told he would have to leave, his entire family were moving back to the states. Emma was crushed. He sent her letters for a while, each envelope addressed with messy, scrawling handwriting, and marked with a postage stamp reading "Baltimore, Maryland."

They kept it up for a while, about a year maybe, but slowly the absence in between his letters started to grow larger, and soon, they stopped all together. Emma spent the last few months of our old school upset and depressed, I'm glad she seems happier now with this Dan guy... If he makes it.

I jumped, turning around on the couch, sure i heard a noise like the stairs creaking. Shaking my head i turned back around, just the serial killer thing getting to my head i guess. Emma did always complain about how creaky her house was.

I jumped once again to the door swinging open, Gillian's tear filled voice echoed through the house.

"Amy?! Emma said you were here. I need to talk to..... WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Confused i walked through to the hallway to meet her, seeing out the corner of my eye a figure run up the stairs, a flash of blue catching my attention.

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed.

I started to run up the stairs after him.

"What do i do?" Gillian asked, voice panicked.

"Go outside and stand under Emma's bedroom window, then he has no way out.. And call the police whilst you're at it."

I ran along to Emma's room and saw him, Tom, hanging halfway out the window.

"Stop! Stay where you are!" I yelled.

He froze.

"Tom. This has to stop. Gillians phoned the police, its gone too far now. I cannot deal with your possessiveness. We broke up 6 months ago. 6 months! This is harassment, breaking into my friends house, its creepy and it will not make me fall back in love with you. You need to accept that. Im sorry."

"But. But Amy."

"No Tom. Stop it. It's over."

We were interrupted by the front door of Emma's house getting bust in. I'll have to pay to get that fixed now. A few policemen came up and pulled Tom from the window, dragging him away. I assume Gillian must of filled them in.

"Amy please, please Amy" Tom begged as he was dragged down the stairs and out the door. One of the policemen came over to me

"You don't have to worry about him anymore sweetheart. We'll be back in the morning to take statements from you and your friend over there" he smiled, motioning to Gillian standing in the threshold, then walking out the room, down the stairs and shutting the front door on its broken hinges.

Gillian walked over and put her hand on my shoulder.

Bye Tom.