Twenty Eight (1/1)

Remember, English in italicsEmma's POVI got us lost three times. But in my defense, it has been seven years since I've needed to go here. I kinda lost contact with my Korean family once Youngbae joined Bigbang, so I stopped visiting.But, in the end, after much trial and strife, I did manage to get us to the doc's office. Seungri teased me constantly over my lack of nevigation skills."What are you going to do once you start driving?!" He nagged as we walked into the office."I'll do what any normal person under twenty would do." I reply. "Use a GPS! Do you know what a GPS is?" Seungri rolled his eyes."YAH!!" He hollered loudly. Everyone in the waiting room turned to look at us. Thankfully, it was all mothers with young babies, so no one recognized us. They looked away quickly.Bigbang and I walked up to the front desk. I spoke to the lady before anyone else could. "Hello Mrs. Song! Would it be at all possible for me to schedule an appointment with Dr. Kim today?""Yes, of course it would be!" Mrs. Song chirped. "Where's your brother? Or your father? We need a legal guardian, you know!""Youngbae hyung is practicing. Emma lives with us, could we count as legal guardians?" G-Dragon asks, smiling widely at Mrs. Song. She looks at G-Dragon, then at me, thinking."I'm going to need some form of ID." She relents. Daesung and Seungri high five behind me as G-Dragon takes out his wallet, and shows Mrs. Song his YG card. She nods, and typed something into her computer. "I have an opening in ten minutes, actually. Someone just canceled.""Thank you Mrs. Song!!" I say, hugging her over the counter."You're welcome! Just sit in the waiting room, the nurse will be calling you in shortly." We all nod, and claim the only empty seats left, which happen to be scattered across the waiting room.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~skipping the ten minute wait~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The nurse walks in from the little hallway that leads to the examination rooms. She checks her clipboard, looks up, and calls, "Emma Cooper?" Bigbang and I look up and follow the nurse back to the examination rooms. She leads us to the back of the building, where the only doctor who works here that speaks English works.Once we're inside the room, I'm up on the little bed thing, and Bigbang is squished on the little bench next to the door, the nurse sets up her laptop, and asks me what's wrong. I reply, "So, my brother and I were arguing, and he called my mother a slut. I attacked him, we fought, like, physically, until he slammed me onto the ground, and started kicking and stomping on my gut." I lift up the hem of my shirt to show her my bruised stomach and sides."Oooh. That doesn't look good. Does this limit your movement?" The nurse asks."I can't really move my upper half without pain." I tell her. The nurse nods, and types away wildly at her laptop. She asks me a few more questions, which I answer with only minimal difficulty with the language barrier.After the last question, the nurse stands, and says in a cheery voice, "Alright, the doctor will be with you shortly!" With that, she bows to me and Bigbang, and walks out of the examination room."When the doctor walks in," G-Dragon starts, "do you want help if he asks you something you don't know how to say?" I give a little laugh, and say,"You think I was going to talk through Youngbae or Daddy to my doctor? You know, when exact communication is pretty important?" I smile, to let him know I'm only teasing. "Dr. Kim grew up in the states. He's very fluent in English!"Suddenly, the door bursts open, and in comes Dr. Kim. "Emma! How you doin'? How's the family?"I jump off the table thing, and greet him with a hug. "Well, if I was good, I wouldn't be here! But Mom's good. She almost killed me when she found out about my accident!""Ah, yes, I heard about that! Are you ok? Is the stab wound infected again?" Dr. Kim asks in a concerned tone as he opens up his own laptop and I sit back down on the table."Naw, it ain't that. Youngbae, he, uh, lost his temper, I guess is the best way to put it. He got under my skin, I hit him, he hit me, yada yada yada, until he slammed me down on the ground, and started stomping an' kicking my stomache. We wanna know if something got kicked outta whack or whatever.""Alrighty then! Emma, you take off your shirt. You gentlemen," Dr. Kim ordered, "could you please wait outside in the waiting room?" Top nodded, and got up with the rest of Bigbang, saying something really fast in Korean. I couldn't catch what he said. Dr. Kim nodded in agreement to whatever Top said, and I waited for Seungri to close the door behind him before lifting my shirt over my head. He let out a whistle when he saw the bruises. Not a whistle like a wolf whistle, a whistle like 'Wooooooooooow, that don't look good'."How long ago did you get this?" Dr. Kim asks, motioning for me to lie down."It happened earlier today, actually. Youngbae was worried because I was out for a bit too long." I answer, flinching at the doctor's cold touch on my abdomen."Why were you out for so long?""I didn't mean to be out for that long! I was just talking to this really nice guy I met!" I protest, not liking what I think he was implying. "But he probably doesn't want to be friends with me now. He saw me and Youngbae fight...." Dr. Kim pressed down lightly on one of the bruises. I gasped from the pain, and twisted my body, trying to relieve the pain."Well, did you manage to get his number before that?""Yeah.....?""Then wait for him to text you. If he doesn't text you by end of the day tomorrow, then he doesn't want to be friends." Dr. Kim advised. "Ok, nothing feels swollen, or 'kicked outta whack'. I do, however, want to talk to your friends. Put your shirt back on, and call them in. Would you mind waiting in the waiting room?""Nope! Thank you Dr. Kim!" I say loudly, giving him another hug after I'd put my shirt back on. I walk back out to the waiting room, and tell Bigbang that Dr. Kim wants to see them. I steal the couch they were occupying, and take out my phone. My phone beeps loudly, and I hurry to put it on silent. It's a text, and I hope it's Minhyun. But it's not. It's from Kevin.Hey! How's it goin'?Eh. Met a guy, but he saw me and my brother fight, so I'm not sure if we're good or not. You?Meh. Eric's off at a boarding school for 'disiplinary issues'.What?! What did he do? Eric's the least likely to get in detention out of all of us!I know, right? All he did was get caught skipping school!dafuq? We've all been caught doing that before, and were barely spoken to! I was under the impression that the teachers had given up on us!New principle. Hate her already, and it's barely her first week! She fired almost the whole staff, and hired a bunch that're fresh outta college. They's all SUPER strict!

She even raised the grade required to pass from a C- to a B+!! Anything less than that, and you're out!WHAT??! She can't do that!She can and she hasWell where do the kids who get booted go?Two options, home schooling, or the same place Eric is going. We never see him now. Never talk to him except texts.Oh my god, seriously?Speaking of school, where do you go now?I don't. Youngbae hasn't said anything about it, at least.LUCKY!!!!I'm just trying to figure out how to reply, when the nurse calls my name again. I turn off my phone, and head back to the examination room.Once inside the small room again, I see Bigbang squished on the couch again, and Dr. Kim sitting in his little chair next to the table with all the medical stuff on it. I sit back down on the examination table, and look at Dr. Kim for an explanation."So, Emma. Your friends have asked me if there is a psychologist we could send you and Youngbae to." Dr. Kim says slowly. He is no stranger to my tempers. I once smashed a box full of syringes because I thought Dr. Kim was trying to make me sick with chicken pox. He made the mistake of telling me that the syringe was a strand of the sickness."A psychologist? Seriously?" I ask, eyebrows raised. "I have been to more than ten psychologists in either the States or Korea. What makes you think that visiting another one will work, when the others haven't?! And why Youngbae?""This guy is a bit... unorthadox. Everyone I've sent him too has said he's a genius! He speaks English, and he specializes in family problems! Emma, just try it?""I have been told to 'just try' counselor after counselor after counselor! None have worked! They all suggested putting me on the SAME PILL!! Do you have any idea how many times I've been told to 'put my anger in a box', or to 'ignore them'?! DO YOU??!" I rage, jumping off the table and advancing on Dr. Kim. "When will you fucking learn?! I DON'T WANT ANY HELP!!! I have been fucking 'helped' way to many times! Psychologist, couselors, psychiatrists, they all say the same things, and I'm TIRED of it! If I want help, I WILL FUCKING ASK FOR IT!!!!!!"Top starts to say something in Korean, but I whirl around to face him, cutting him off, "And you! I have to give you points for manipulation! Apologizing, trying to make me feel guilty, then acting all nice and comforting! Saying we're going to the doctors, just so you can ship me off to a fucking head doctor, because you don't want to have to deal with me anymore! I can't believe I thought better of you!"Dr. Kim tries to put on a tough don't-you-dare-mess-with-me-missy face, but I just laugh cruelly. He speaks before I can make a cutting remark."Emma, you need to calm down! I WILL call your father!!" I laugh at his pathetic threat."Ooooh, you'll call Daddy! I'm so scared! Go ahead, why don't you call him? Go on! See what he says! I know what he'll say. Do you?" When no one responds, I take that as an invitation to continue. "Daddy will say, quite litterally, 'Punish her, don't call me! Make her learn that tantrums aren't the way to get what she wants.' Daddy doesn't care!"I feel a hand on my shoulder. Time slows down. I grab the hand, and bend it back, grinning wildly when I hear the person groan from the pain. I twist the arm backwards behind his back, and shove him into the wall. It's Seungri, and he's grimacing."Emma, we're sorry. We should've asked you." G-Dragon says, trying desperatly to calm me down. I'm about to mock him, when I'm reminded of Daddy, back when he wasn't a complete pain in my ass to be around. Back when it seemed like he loved me.And I broke._______________________________________________Ok, my term paper is due Tuesday, and yet I still found the time to write this for you guys! But, I'm going to a new school, so my updates are either going to be shorter, or a heck of a lot less frequent. OPINION TIME!!1.) I'm not sure if this is going how I want this story to go. I'm debating turning it back into a draft, since that was my original plan, anyway. Your thoughts?Thanks, you guys!