On The Other Side

Chapter 4 Drive Me Crazy

Emile's POV

I sat at my desk staring at the laptop trying to get some work done being the past few days had caused me to be neglectful to my duties but was unsuccessful. All I could do was think about the previous events.

I ran my hand through my hair feeling so helpless. Emily had sunken into a depression after the conversation with our parents and locked herself away in her room. You could hear the sounds of Jasmin Sullivan being belted.

Ever since she was in high school that's was her go to depression song. It was ripping me to pieces to see her that way. I was on the brink of a meltdown when Anna came bursting in cheerily.

"Oh Emile I had a marvellous day with that brat of yours. She ain't half bad in fact she's like a life sized doll." She squealed ecstatically.

I looked her over noticing her appearance. Her honey blonde hair was in a ponytail. Her glasses was in her hair and she was now in form fitting jeans with a mesh top.

That's not what she wore here this morning. When did she change?

"What do you mean by 'doll' Anna?" I asked trying to keep the simmering anger in voice from making itself known. "Did you take Saralyn out of the house without my knowledge ? How could you be so irresponsible. All I said was watch her. That's it. What if-"

Anna's smile fell and she began to tap the ground. She place a hand on her hip and started interrupting me," The brat is not a dog you can lock up in the house Emile! It, I mean she. She's not a prisoner! If I hadn't taken her with me where would she be? Where Emile?"

Each time Anna spoke you could tell she was getting more upset by the minute. I ignored the signs.

Is she trying to imply I don't care for the girl? I took her in, a strangers child , if anything she should be commending me.

I stood about about to holler at her when she held up a hand signalling me not to interrupt and continued ranting.

"You left her in my care as well as the maids. She ate got bored and started asking for her father and for some reason thinks it to be you."

Shit I didn't tell her about Frederick

I tried to get a word in to tell her what's up but she wasn't having it.

"No. Don't tell me now Emile. I wasn't important enough to know before. My opinion wasn't valued you wanted to bear the burden yourself. Go ahead do it!"
I should have told her. She has all right to be mad about it but no right to take out the child.

A vein ticked at the side of her forehead and she raised her hands in frustration."My point is the brat is fine, she has a new wardrobe and she ate a scone of ice cream. If you wanna bitch about something Emile you can tell that troll of a sister you have to take that damn song off repeat and turn down the volume!"

When she finished her chest was rising and falling rapidly and she was out of breath.

Why must she always insult my sister.

I thought over everything she said and found myself speechless so I opted to defend my sister.

"She's not a troll! She's just going through things at the moment." I spoke softly.

I didn't like discussing Emily with Anna knowing she hated her undoubtedly.

Anna released a chuckle and then snorted to show she found the notion absurd. She cocked her head to the side then marched up to me poking me in my chest.