Twenty Six (1/1)

Emma's POVI walk side by side with Minhyun down the road. My house is less than five minutes away, and it's the only house around here. I nudge Minhyun playfully."Hey, wanna race? Mine is the only house on the road, so you shouldn't get lost!" I tease. Minhyun looks at me with a mischevious glint in his eyes."Sure I'll race you!" Minhyun says. "Ready? Go!" With that he races forward, only to find that I'm already a few feet ahead. "No fair! You went before I said go!""All is fair in love and war!" I call back over my shoulder. I sound like an effing child!"Oooh, so is this loooooooove?" Minhyun says ridiculously, his feet pounding on the pavement as he strives to catch up with me."You wish this was love!!" I reply, picking up my pace to an all out sprint."So then, this must be war!" How the fuck is he talking like that, while running?! I mean, not panting and gasping for breath?!"Sure!" I shout as I make a sudden left up my driveway. "I WIN!!!!" Minhyun kept running, looking around, wondering where the fuck I went. When he looks around, I wave to him mockingly. He groans, and jogs back to me for the second time since I've met him."You will pay for that." Minhyun warns me when he reaches me."Yeah, suuuuure I will." I roll my eyes as I reach for the key under the front door mat. I unlock the door, and stroll right on in. In English I call, "Hey Youngbae! I'm sorry I was gone so long I gave you a heart attack!" Minhyun follows me inside cautiously. Daesung pokes his head around the corner from the living room. He's wearing a you-are-so-dead-missy face. I walk meekly into the living room, acknowledging that I did kinda do something wrong.Youngbae is sitting on the far couch, eyes glued to the television, face cradled in his hands, elbows jabbing into his knees. The rest of Bigbang occupies the other couch and the floor surrounding it. I walk hesitantly over to Youngbae."Youngbae?" I ask sheepishly, putting one hand on his shoulder. He shakes off my hand, and turns his head away from me, huffing. I sigh. He's obviously not ready to talk to me. I turn back to Minhyun, and say in Korean, "He's not ready to talk to me, apperently. He'll take a while. Want something to eat? We can do whatever, if you wanna stay."Minhyun nods. "Can we go up to your room, or something? I'm not hungry." I nod, and smile at him tiredly. I grab him gently by the wrist and lead him up to my room.When I was in the hospital, the boys didn't go in my room. Meaning, my room is still in peices from my tantrum before I got stabbed. I realize this just as I open the door. I close it suddenly, and turn to Minhyun. "I'm sorry. I just remembered, my room is a total mess! There's broken glass, ripped out pages, gutted mattress fluff....""It's okay," Minhyun assures me, "I don't mind.""Ok..." I open the door, and allow Minhyun to see the mess that is my room. He shrugs it off like it's nothing."You call this messy?!" He exclaims. "You should see me and my roomates dorm! We all live like pigs!" He wades through a minefeild of broken glass to my bed, and sits down. I laugh."K, then. Glad I'm not the only one!" I say. Suddenly, I remember my little visit from Aunt Flow. "Uh, listen, I need to use the restroom?""Yeah, ok." Minhyun says absently, looking at my screensaver for my laptop. I roll my eyes, and walk into my bathroom. I change pads as quickly as possible, and I'm back in my room in less than three minutes. Personal record! I find that Minhyun is still staring at my screensaver."Is there something particularly interesting about my laptop?" I ask with a giggle. Minhyun snaps out of his trance, and looks at me, as if shocked to find me standing there."Uh...." He doesn't seem to know what to say. "Uh... I like your screensaver?""Hehehe! Why was that a question?""You just startled me, is all!""How?! I told you where I was gonna be!""Emma?" G-Dragon calls through my door, knocking five times. Bum-bum-ba-dum-bum. "Youngbae wants to talk to you." I roll my eyes."Oh, so now he wants to talk?!" I snap at him."Yes. He wants to know who the man is you came in with.""Emma, come on! Just come down and talk to him, please?" That was Seungri. He sounds annoyed, but whether it was with me or Youngbae I don't know.I look at Minhyun, eyebrows raised questioningly. He shrugs, and moves to the door. Holding it open like a gentleman. I walk out, just starting to get that high. Seungri and G-Dragon backed up against the other wall, and followed me downstairs. I stormed into the living room, already planning out the conversation in my head, and coming up with all sorts of retorts and insults.Youngbae was standing in front of the couch he was sitting in earlier. I still say he looks like a little kid. He motions for me to sit down on the other couch, which has been abandoned. Daesung and Top seem to have vanished."Emma, who's this?" Youngbae asks in English once it becomes obvious I won't be starting this conversation."This is Minhyun. I met him at an internet cafe." I say carefully, not sure where this is gonna go."Why is he here?""I figured it would be easier to explain why I was gone so long if I brought him. That, and I wanted to keep talking to him.""No, I mean, why are you even talking to him in the first place?""Well, for starters, he sure as hell don't look like a swarm of nut-job fangirls trying to stab me. And for finishers, he bought me breakfast.""He bought you food?! And you ate it?!""Youngbae, you are completely overreacting!! Yes, he bought me food, and yes, I ate it!! I didn't want to be rude! Not everyone is a crazed fangirl!! Jesus H!" I exclaim, stomping my foot and gesticulating angrily. Suddenly the little devil in me rears its head. I wonder just how far I can push him this time?"Oh, I'm the one overreacting?!" Youngbae snaps. "What about all the times you ran screaming your pathetic little heart out into your room, just because your slut of a mother wasn't there to protect you from the real world??! HUH?!".................. What?It was so quick. I jump over to Youngbae, grab him in a death-grip headlock, and start ripping out handfuls of his hair. Our feet are tangling together, each trying to trip the other. I raised one foot, and stomped hard on his bare feet. Youngbae wraps his arms around my waist, and stands up, heaving me over his shoulder. I pound mercilessly on his backbone, and try to maneuver my legs so I can deliver a solid kick to the gut. Both of us were screaming mean, obscene, horrible things to each other. This wasn't about me taking a walk this morning. No, this was an angry, almost hate-fuled, extreme case of sibling rivalry, and a hurt that won't ever fade.Suddenly, Youngbae slams me down onto the carpeted floor. He kicks me in the side, and I scream, loud. Then, he stomps on my gut. Right on my scar."SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!" Youngbae screeches, kicking me in the side again. I let the tears roll, thinking, plotting my revenge, as I curl up into a little ball. There is silence for a few minutes, save my sobs. Then, "Oh, my god, Emma. I'm so, so sorry. Oh my god." His voice is hoarse. He crouches down, and tries to pry my face from my arms. As soon as his face is in sight, I strike. I rake my nails down Youngbae's face, I shove him onto his back, and attack kinda like a cat. I'm scratching at his top half, and relentlessly kicking his nuts and gut. I reach up one fist, and swiftly punch Youngbae in the temple.I would've continued, I'd caught all of them completely off guard, but I was hauled off of my brother by Top. He holds me in an iron embrace that is both comforting and confining. He pulls me away from my brother, who was now surrounded by the rest of Bigbang. I continue to sob, but I don't struggle against Top."You should probably go." Top murmered quietly to Minhyun, who was standing there looking shocked. "I'm sorry you had to see that." Minhyun nodded, and quickly ran from the house. Top practically dragged me back upstairs to my room, sitting me down on the bed. He looks at me, hand on the hem of my shirt, asking me if he could take a look. I nod, and help him to remove my shirt. He draws in a sharp breath when he sees my abdomen. I bend my head down.My stomache is almost completely red, with a few spots of blue-ish black. My sides are no better off. Top looks up at me, and tries to smile at me. I find myself to tired to care that it was obviously a forced one. Top looks at my hands next, and finds that the nails are bent backwards, with redish brownish stuff underneath."Why don't you take a warm shower, ok? Then we'll decide what to do next." Top says soothingly, pointing to the bathroom. I nod, and get up to walk to the bathroom. I turn the faucet as hot as it'll go, and just lean against the wall of the shower, letting the scalding hot water stream down my body. I run my fingers lightly over my scar.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ok, guys, I would like five comments that answer these questions:1.) What do you think of Emma?2.) What do you think of Emma and Youngbae's relationship?3.) What do you think of Emma's mom? I know I haven't really gone into much depth about Mrs. Cooper, but I still want to know how you guys percieve her.Thank you, and have a nice day/evening/morning/whatever!