Call me Emma, Emma Agreste

Chapter 7: Wait, you live on the streets!?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

HEY MY DEVILLED EGGS, IT'S ME BACK WITH MY SECOND CHAPTER FOR THIS WEEK. HAPPY NEW YEAR! WELL ITS NOT NEW YEAR YET. BUT BY THE TIME YOU READ THIS, IT PROBABLY WILL BE! 

GOOD BYE 2019. IM GOING TO MISS YOU THE MOST 😢😭😭😩

ANYWAY. I WANT TO THANK SARAH AKA. SILLYWATERMELLON213 FOR GIVING ME IDEAS FOR EMMA'S SUPERHERO NAME! TYSM, I WAS SO STUCK. 

2 OF 5 CHAPTERS. YOU EXITED?? I AM. 

LETS GET ON WITH THE CHAPTER SHALL WE.... 

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Chat's POV: 

As we battled volpina, with the help of timber, I realised how funny Emma is. She knew exactly how to make both me and ladybug laugh and she even said she'd teach me a few ways to get my lady cracking up at some jokes. Timber was also amazing on the battlefield. She listened attentively and knew almost exactly what we were going to ask of her before we'd even asked. She was incredible to say the least. No incredible was an understatement, she was amazing! 

I watched as ladybug released the Akuma before she yo-yoed away. I was left with Emma, who had detransformed beside me in an alleyway. I was still transformed. She was awfully tired and I asked. "Hey, you need a ride home?" 

I held out my hand but she ushered it away, she walked past me and almost collapsed on the wall in front of me. "No," she yawned. "I'm fine, I just need to rest a bit. I'll get their soon." 

She propped herself up against the red brick wall and looked like she was in a substantial amount of pain. "No! You're in pain. Let me take you home." I helped her stand and she fell onto me. I held her tightly in my arms and begged that she was ok. 

She used me to stand up and said "I can get home myself. It's not even dark. Just go.. you have o..other things to d..do."

It was hurting her to speak so I picked her up bridal style and said with confidence "tell me where you live so we can get you some help." I lifted us both up onto some rooftops.

As I was running across the roofs she responded in a very unusual way. She began crying in my arms and held me closer. I didn't know what to do so I just let her cry. After Emma had finished crying she said softly "I..I don't have a home." I was shocked and wasn't sure if I heard correctly. Emma began banging on my chest with her fists, " I don't have a home ok!?" 

I stopped running and sat us down on a flat roofed apartment building so she could have some room to breath. "What do you mean." I said trying to be as comforting as possible. I sat close to her, wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her in tighter. 

She didn't mind and rested her head on my shoulder, "There was a fire.... me and my siblings... got out and my parents.... I don't... I don't know." To my dismay she let go of me and curled up into herself. She sat with her head in her hands and knees up to her chest. I felt so bad that I caused her to re-live probably a traumatising experience. 

"Emma," I shone her a sympathetic smile and pulled her in for another hug. "I'm so sorry." 

We just sat there for a while before she spoke. "It's okay." She was still in a lot of pain, I could tell by the way she was clenching her stomach. "It's, n..not your fault." Whilst I knew that it wasn't my fault, I still felt guilty. How long has she been homeless and yet she still cared for her siblings so much. When I first met them I had told her to get somewhere safe, I guess the reason she didn't liste was because no-where was safe for her. Her home that she had lived in Burnt to the ground.