Revenge? (RP)

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. She really didn't want more work related stress, on top of everything. But who knows? Maybe this will be her chance to breakout and become something more like a real journalist...

"Fine. I’ll… I’ll try to think of something" she was reluctant, but also resigned, knowing there is no point arguing with him "I'll let you know once I have something for you"

Once she ended the call,.she stared at the rain from out the bedroom window, before giving David a tight smile, and tying Circe again..

"Circe, hi - listen, I -"

Circe was talking too fast, and Emma could barely get a word in. Not that it mattered; Circe was hardly listening to her

"Wait!! committed??!!? No, you can't- !!"

Emma straightened up, despite the pain. A psychotic break? Pers being Committed? Strapped down? She swallowed hard. Were her own words been the last straw? She said some pretty harsh things to her the last time they fought. Something about no one truly loving her. If she was the one to push her over the edge.....how could she ever live with herself?

"No, I didn’t want her to - " she started, only to gasp when she heard the phone smash against the floor

There was shouting, panicked cries. Her first instinct was grim, but then she thought better of it. This wasn't some suicide leap. This had the stink of something other. Demon tricks, magic, something. She had to believe it!

"Circe! Circe!! CIRCE!!!" She shouted into her phone, "Answer me! Where is she? Circe!"

"Circe, listen to me!" She was relieved when she finally picked up "The straps! Are they still tied?" She bit her lip "I'm on crutches. I can't come over. Just tell me what you see!"

Emma stayed silent for a long while. She wanted to tell Circe her sister was safe, give her something to hold on to, but she had no idea if it was true.

Maybe Persephone had slipped through the cuffs and managed to get away. Maybe she has been dragged back down to hell for breaking her contract.

What was the right thing to tell her sister? Confirm everything Pers told her, or let her keep her blinds on. Wouldn't it better for her not to know? Simpler. Safer...

"I don’t know what to make of this," she finally sighed into the phone "I just… I hope she’s alright, if she really vanished like that. That she’s not a danger to herself." or anyone else…

"I wish I could come over, but I physically can’t. I’m sorry."

"I know, it doesn't make sense" she mumbled "You need to keep calm and hope she turns up. There's little else we can do right now..."

She was concerned as well, but like it was her nature, she knew how to bury her worries deep inside her. If she couldn't do anything about it, it was best to not invest any emotional energy in it...

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Eventually. Just keep it together. I'll come see you as soon as I'm able"

"If I hear anything, you'll be the first to know" she promised, though she doubted Pers would ever call her "Just don’t do anything reckless. I'll call you later today, ok?"

Emma sighed to herself. She was more worried about Circe now than Pers. If only she was well enough to be there with her at the hospital, but right now, she could barely take care of herself.

Her bedsheets were getting soggy from sitting on them, and her wet clothes were cold, and uncomfortable. She ran her hair through her damp hair again, then turned to her husband: "I'm sorry. You can sleep on my side of the bed if you want. But can you maybe help me out of these wet clothes? I shouldn't be standing on my own..."