Wickedness Of A Child (Emison)

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''How is Emily feeling?'' Micah asked after I had closed the bedroom door carefully behind me. I motioned towards the living room, which was as far away as we could get from the room Emily was currently sleeping in.

I was the first one to enter the living room, and I heard Micah's wheelchair closely behind. 

Without a doubt I threw myself on the couch with my whole body spread out across it. ''I don't even know where to begin.'' I breathed out and felt how exhausted I was from literally holding the brunette from collapsing in the elevator, then helping her onto the bed and removing the outerwear she was wearing.

''Was it something I said?'' Micah regretfully questioned, his hands roughly compressing one another nervously.

''Could've been.'' I truthfully replied. ''There's so much you don't know.''

''Then tell me? Maybe I can help somehow?'' He tried.

I sighed and rubbed the forehead using my index fingers. ''I can't. If you want to know what's behind this then you'll have to ask Emily. I'm not going to risk putting myself in a intractable position with my girlfriend just because you're my brother.''

''She fucking changed into something I've never seen, and it was right after I finished explaining what happened to me! I said something that must've brought up something bad inside her! Don't you think I deserve to know what I said wrong?'' He tried again, this time with an elevated tone.

''Sch!'' I hushed him. ''You'll wake her up.''

Micah sighed and hung his head. ''I just don't like knowing I probably did something wrong and not be able to fix it.''

''Micah.. It's not your fault. Trust me.'' I casually said without realizing what I just gave away. As I opened my eyes, Micah's big blue ones were staring curiously at me. ''Don't look at me like that.'' I warned easily.

Micah rolled his wheelchair closer to me and removed a strand of hair that was hanging across my face. ''I don't know what happened out on the street, but the look on your face tells me it wasn't pretty. Just promise me she didn't hurt you?''

I shook my head decidedly. ''Emily would never physically hurt me.''

Micah nodded. It looked like he believed what I said. It wasn't a lie though. I'm convinced that I'm never going to face the day when Emily physically injures me. She's not a monster, she's just raised by one. There's a big difference.

''Alright..'' Micah whispered and kissed me on the forehead. ''I hope you know how much I love you, little sis.''

Now I couldn't keep the smile from taking over. ''I do. And I love you too, so much.''

''Thank you.'' Micah's voice cracked. When I looked into his eyes I noticed how close he was to let the tears take over. 

I was just about to ask if there was anything bothering him, but he spoke up before I managed to. ''Sometimes I feel so lonely in this world. Mom and dad doesn't accept me for who I am and threw me out on the street when I needed them the most. Jason is always in and out of rehab so I'm never getting a hold on him. And you.. my beautiful sister.. you left to go to Rosewood. I'm so thankful you're here with me now.''

I forcefully pulled me up to sitting position and swept my arms around his neck to pull him in for a hug. ''I'll always be here for you. And when I'm not staying here anymore, then I'm only one call away.''

''Feels good to know.'' Micah mumbled against my shoulder. When we pulled apart I ran a hand through his messy blonde hair and kissed him on the forehead, just like he did to me. ''I think it's time for me to go to bed. I have a meeting early tomorrow morning.'' He flashed me his signature smile, yes if you're a Dilaurentis you have one of those, and rolled himself towards his bedroom.

I thought about sleeping on the couch tonight. I really don't want to wake Emily up, but I also would feel a lot calmer if I knew she was feeling alright. I lifted my weight heavily from the couch and dragged my feet to the guest room. As I peeked inside, I saw nothing but darkness. Switching the light on wasn't really an option, or I'd definitely wake her up.

Instead I sneaked into the room and carefully crept up to the bed. I tried to be as quiet as possible when I climbed onto it, but it was harder than I expected. I accidentally pressed my hand against what must've been a cellphone, since it did hurt like hell.

''Fuck.'' I whimpered and held the hand tightly.

The lamp on the bedside table got switched on, and my movements froze.

''Ali? What on earth are you doing?'' A tired Emily asked with only one eye open.

''I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up, I just- You know what, nevermind. How are you feeling?'' Why are you babbling a lot of nonsense? Get it together.

Emily rubbed her eyes and sat up against the headboard. ''I feel like a big part of my brain has left my body.'' She held her palm against her temples.

''Are you having a headache?'' I asked with concern and crawled closer to her. I gently pressed both my hands on each side of her head. Emily didn't have to response, I already knew that I was right. ''Lie down.'' I said and lifted the blanket so she could slid under it. Once she was back to the position she woke up in I laid comfortably in front of her on the bed and began to admire her beautiful face. Even though she wasn't looking back at me, I still felt so beloved just being near her like this. My fingertips touched spots on her forehead, then down to her cheeks and lips. Her lips slightly parted as I touched them.

''Did I fuck up tonight?'' Emily whispered, her eyes not making the intention of opening.

I breathed out and drew the finger along her lips. ''No.'' I whispered back and moved the hand to hold her face. ''Don't think about that now. Try to get some sleep.''

Emily placed her hand on top of mine and moved it to her lips to give it a soft kiss. I stayed still, watching as the brunette slowly drifted off to sleep.

I felt relieved to know Emily was still being herself enough to understand what she did. But I hope we can talk about this in the morning. I also hope she feels trusted enough to tell Micah about what's going on at home with her stepfather.

I truly believe that Micah can help her. And if he can't, then he'll still be an adult she can trust. I can't be the only one for her. I'm not strong enough to handle everything circling around her by myself. 

I'm sure Emily will understand. Right..?

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