I Can't Fight This Feeling - Jeffrey Dean Morgan Fanfic 18+

Chapter 40 - Fallout.

Chapter 40 - Fallout.

A Few Days Later;

Paige Morgan...

The night after Emily had been attacked; Raymond, Emily's security guard called me, to tell me that the club had been trashed. It wasn't until I went into the club that I remembered; I had dropped the keys to the bar when I saw Emily, and in the hurricane of trauma, I had completely forgotten to, not only pick them up, but I also forgot to lock up.

So, this whole vandalism had been my fault.

I had my own idea on who was reponsible; mainly due to the fact ~ that; whoever had been in here, hadn't tried to get into Emily's office and they had the keys, they didn't get their hands on any money, they had wrecked the bar, breaking all the glasses, smashing the candle holders that Emily had taken so much time to make, the ashtrays were broken and ash smeared absolutely everywhere, and what can only be described as mascara scribbles on the walls ~ the words; Whore, Hoe, Home~Wrecker and Slut. And lastly, which cemented in my head who exactly had done all of this, she had gone into the security office, and had taken only one tape ~ the one that would have shown the attack on Emily outside. Yes, that's right ~ Lizzy was responsible for all of this, starting with the actual attack itself, right down to trashing the club.

I just don't understand why she thinks that by having this almighty hissy~fit; would get my dad to go back to her. It was never going to happen; nothing was going to come between my dad and Emily. I had, had my own reaction but I had seen it, almost instantly ~ what they had was the real deal and, no matter what, they were always going to be together.

Unfortunately, Lizzy just couldn't seem to comprehend that simple fact.

Anyway, I am thankful that my best friend was so organised ~ she still had her decorator on speed dial and he had come assess the damage as soon as I had called him. Once he had seen it, he said ~ he was going to work on it straight away, that he had liked Emily, she was fair and she had not caused him any hassle at all. Then he had told me that he was sorry to hear what had happened to her.

My so~called mother was certifiably bat~shit crazy, as Emily called her.

The police had been to the club, they had been to the hospital and taken statements, talked to the other staff members here at the bar. Unfortunately, no one in the circle had heard, or seen anything or anyone. Now they had put out a city~wide announcement, asking anyone to come forward if they knew, or seen something.

However, I am worried about my dad ~ 6am every morning he'd get on the TV network's jet and fly to Portland; do a days work of filming. 11pm he'd get back on that company jet back to the hospital; where he'd spend the night at Emily's bedside. I truly don't think he is sleeping much ~ he can't sustain that and I know for a fact that Emily would be furious at him for that.

Charlie took over the bedside vigil, when dad went back to Portland. I know that my fiance is worried about Emily just as much as the rest of us, Charlie and Emily had their very seperate friendship. If it hadn't been for Emily, Charlie and I would never have gotten to this point. My best friend had been the one who kept inviting Charlie around and if I am honest, I had thought for a while that they might have been sleeping together; and when I mentioned it to them, they had laughed in my face, both informing me that there was nothing between them, they were friends and nothing more and that was when Charlie had told me that he was interested in me.

I spent the days at the club, obviously we weren't open at the moment and I just had to hope that the regulars would be loyal and wait until we could get the mess sorted and, of course we had to wait for the new glasses to arrive, which would be in a week. I am not entirely sure what the delay was, but I am trying my hardest to get it all fixed so we can open back up ~ and start making the money that Emily needed.