The Editor

9. Harry

Emma’s fingers tapped a beat on the steering wheel as she waited to turn. Our plane had arrived in Vancouver airport and now we were driving to her parent’s house. I looked at the long list of directions in my hand and then out the window at the surrounding cars.

“Fucking worse than New York.” Emma muttered as she yanked the wheel, cutting off a driver. The driver only waved.

“I guess it’s true, everyone’s nice in Canada.” I said. Emma snorted. “Please tell me you’re not going to be this bitchy the whole time.” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Put I’m so good at it.” Emma said with a smile. She was strange all right; most people I knew would only get angry if I said that to them, Emma would just laugh.

“So what’s your mom’s name?” I asked. The tapping increased. She’s nervous, I suddenly realized. I felt bad for saying she was bitchy.

“Her name is Isabel. My dad’s name is Jacob. They used to be doctors in a really big hospital in New York. They were a part of doctor’s without border too, that’s why they traveled a lot. My grandparents were doctors too. So when I got my journalism degree they weren’t exactly happy. Kinda ruined my graduation party actually. But that’s another story.”

“They didn’t know your major until after you graduated?”

“That’s the thing about absent parents. They feel bad so they’ll wire money instead of spending time with you and think it’s fair compensation. So they just sent money to pay for my degree thinking I was becoming a doctor.” I shook my head; this whole situation was just beyond me being able to understand.

“Where do I turn?”

“Right.” I said, briefly looking at the directions. Emma bit her lip.

“I’m sorry, for all of this. It’s a lot to take in.” She sounded miserable and her fingers kept tapping a beat. Her eyes flicked from the road to me. “They’re not as bad as I make them out to be.” She said quietly. “At least, I hope they’re not.”

“You turned out all right, they can’t be that bad.” I said. Emma smiled briefly and then turned into a cull de sac and stopped in front of a white house with a small garage. There were bright pink flowers in the window boxes despite the cold air.

“We’re here.” Emma said. We both just sat and stared, not making any move to get out. Emma took a deep breath.

“It’s just for a couple days.” She said, more to herself. She got out of the car and I followed her. We grabbed out bags and made our way to the front door which was painted a jet black color. Emma raised a hand and I saw it tremble before she knocked quickly two times on the door. The door opened and we both stared at the man and the woman who answered. Her mother had brown hair like Emma’s and kind brown eyes. Her lips pulled upward into a smile without showing any teeth. She was short and wore a pair of jeans and a pale blue blouse. Her father had black hair and dark eyes. He wasn’t smiling and he looked buff, like he did 200 pushups before breakfast every morning. He looked at both of us sternly like we were naughty children.

“Come in!” Emma’s mother said, after she gave us both a stiff, professional hug. We walked in and Emma’s mother closed the door behind us. The foyer was big with a white staircase in front of us. To the left was a living room and to the right was a dining room. I heard footsteps on the stair and looked up to see a woman come down. She had jet black hair and dark, heavy lidded eyes. Her mouth was painted red with big pouty lips. She wore black pencil skirt and a white blouse open, her red bra slightly visible. Her mouth opened in fake surprise.

“Look everyone,” she said in a husky seductive voice. “The bitch is back. Who would’ve thought?”

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P.S Amanda is played by Lana Del Rey