When Emily arrived back, she tried not to act any differently from the way that she had when she left even though she now knew what the townspeople ridiculously thought of her uncle. She was greeted with a hug, as if her uncle just knew the terrible experience that she had gone through. Did he know? If he did, he seemed to compose his features well.
"How was it Emily? They weren't to terrible to you, were they? I would certainly hope not." Emily looked at him. Should she tell her uncle what they did and about what they thought and the boy named Ian? She bit her lip. Her uncle looked at her. Why did he have to make her feel guilty?! She completely caved. She cursed herself for doing this.
"It was terrible. There was this boy that was checking me out and he stared at me. He told me that people thought that you were some sort of crazed serial killer and that I should watch myself." Emily's uncle growled. He got up and clinched his fists. He hit the counter. He scared her with his sudden outburst. She jumped.
"Why do those people have to always open up their big mouths and ruin everything? You can't trust those people. They're all completely bigoted lunatics! It's ridiculous the things that they think of! You didn't believe what they told you, did you? Please tell me that you didn't." He put his hands on Emily's shoulders. She smiled at him and hugged him. She shook her head.
"Of course I don't believe all of their ridiculous stories. They make up those tales because they are jealous of how perfect we are. That used to happen to me back in New York so I understand." Even as she spoke these words, she knew that they weren't true. Part of her believed Ian because of the intense look in his eyes that he had when he spoke of the suspicions. Her uncle hugged her and smiled.
"Good. I'm glad that you didn't let those things get to your heart. Now, are you ready for me to help you with your hair?" Emily nodded and walked into the bathroom. Her uncle died her hair and then cut it. It took him about three hours to finish. The three hours were filled with much tense conversations. He smiled.
"Okay. You're all finished Emmy. You look perfect. Just like your mother." He looked like he was about to cry.
Emily looked into the mirror. For a second, she didn't recognize herself. She thought that she was a mother. She looked exactly like her mother. Her eyes were a deep, cerulean blue color. She looked beautiful. She smiled confidently to herself. She gasped when her eyes flashed silver, almost as if they were saying that they didn't like the change. Her eyes had never done that before. She saw Eric in the mirror, smirking at her. She turned around and sighed in relief. It was just another illusion.
