Turning Left

Chapter 4

Emily's POV

I paced back and forth, my mind figuring ways in which to greet my sister for the first time in 6 months. How would she react? What would happen? Would we cry?

'Hey, Larissa. What's up?' Nah too casual.

'Larissa, what a pleasure it is seeing you again. How have you been?' Too formal.

'Yo Lar, whatup?' Huh?

No, no, no, no, no.

Screw this shit.

"Emily, will you please stop pacing back and forth? This is your sister we are talking about, you're going to be alright." Logan's voice penetrated my ears, pulling me out of my train of thoughts.

"I know" I began "But, it's just been so long. I feel like I don't even know where we stand anymore. I mean, 6 months ago she had basically moved in with me, and now I feel like we're complete strangers"

"But you're not Em. You came out of the same person and you both share the same blood, you're sisters, and time can't change that bond." I smiled at his comment, enveloping myself into him as he hugged me.

It was then that there was a knock on the door, and our attention was back on the reality of our situation.

I jumped out of Logan's embrace, the both of us staring at the door before Logan walked towards it. He looked through the eye hole before he smiled at me, opening the door, behind which lay my sister.

My eyes fell of the familiar figure. Her red hair was as fiery as always and her brown eyes held comfort that had for years kept me sane. I found myself unconsciously walking towards her as she did the same before I was buried into her arms as she held me to her.

"God, I missed you so much!" she said into my shoulder, sobbing slowly.

"So did I" I replied, our laughs mixing with our sobs as we embraced each other.

"Do I get a chance to hug my sister?" Jack said from behind as I parted with Larissa, we chuckled before I hugged him too.

"I hope you've been treating my sister well, wouldn't want to chop your balls off" I warned as he put his hands up in surrender.

"Wouldn't dream of it" The laughter had soon died out, bringing us back to our original situation

"We should head towards the hospital" the room fell silent, the bobbing up and down of heads was the only action in the room.

I picked up my jacket from the couch, following everyone out the apartment.

We slid into Logan's car, my sister and I in the back seats, out hands molded together as we waited patiently to get to our father, our family.

It wasn't long before the familiar Chicago hospital was in view, our heartbeats speeding up by the minute.

"We can't leave the car, you girls are going to have to go in without us" Jack mentioned from the front seat, but that was the least of our worries. The both of us nodded and scurried out of the car, walking inside the building.

The receptionist sat behind a round table, her eyes hooded by the thick black glasses she wore, focused profoundly on the work in front of her.

"Excuse me?" my sister called politely to get her attention, which she did successfully.

"Hi, sorry. How can I help you?" The receptionist replied as she looked up at us kindly.

"We are looking for Adrien Dufon's room"