"What's going on?" Emerson asked, an uneasy look in her eyes when she saw her parents with giant bags.

"Your Mother and I are going on Holiday," Richard Paige answered, as Maisey started shouting orders at a pair of maids.

"Where too?" Emerson asked with a giant smile on her face. 

"Italy," Richard mumbled.

"Really? What should I pack?" Emerson chirped.

"You're not going," Richard spat out, appalled she'd ever think she was invited in the first place.

"What do you mean?" She inquired, her smile faltering.

"We're only going there to fix the mess you and your brother created. You two are staying here under the strict supervision of Martin and my many bodyguards," Richard ordered.

"Of course," Emerson muttered, cursing herself for being so foolish.

~~~~

"I hate them," Ethan spoke out of the blue, his eyes filled with malice as he watched the limo speed away. He was sitting on the railing of the porch, his legs on either side of him.

Emerson stopped what she was doing, startled.

"Why?"

"Why? You're asking me why I hate them? Have you been living under a rock all these years? Have you seen the way they treat you and other people? It's sick! It's awful! I just hate them!" Ethan shouted.

"You didn't treat me any better, so don't go around acting like you're some-some kind of Saint or something," Emerson said, pointing a finger at him.

"I'm not--I'm not saying that," he sighed rubbing his face, letting out a frustrated huff.

"What are you trying to say?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"I'm saying I hate how they aren't in our lives. I hate how consumed they are in what? Material? Giant fancy things? What's it going to do? Make you feel fancy? How about all those wasted opportunities of memories? What about those?" Ethan ranted.

"You've been consumed in a world of addiction, drugs, and alcohol. How's that any different?" Emerson challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"It's not," Ethan's voice was quiet, causing Emerson to feel suddenly guilty. "I'm just so tired, you know? I'm tired of being fake. I'm tired of feeling fake. It's so draining, and I just, I can't anymore, you know? It's so much easier to give up on putting up with this front that's not even real. I just can't do it anymore, Emmey, I just can't."

He started crying, and Emerson rested a hand on his shoulder.

"No one ever told you you had to be fake," she whispered.

He let out a strangled chuckle, "Yeah? Tell that to Richard." 

Emerson sat down next to him on the railing.

"I can't believe them sometimes, you know? Leaving us here like this. Italy was our thing, every five years we'd go to the beach. You know, I'd always look forward to that trip. Now I feel like they're going in spite of us," Ethan murmured.

"Five years has past since we were last at the beach," Emerson mused.

"Guess we'll have to wait another five," he sighed, slumping into himself.

"Who says we have to wait another five?" She asked, a mysterious twinkle in her eye.

~~~

"Where do you two think you're going?" Martin asked once seeing the two with bags.

"We're going to the beach," Emerson said simply.

"I'm under strict orders that you two must stay here," Martin said.

"We will be going to the beach Martin, you can come with. If I recall, it's been years since either one of my parents let you have a vacation. Lets just say it's a long overdue break for you," Emerson.

"But---"

"We will be leaving with or without you, your choice," Emerson offered, before exiting shutting the door behind her. Ethan followed.

Martin couldn't help but shake his head at the two.

"Give me five!" He called after them as he ran out to grab his stuff.

~~~

"I'm so getting fired for this," Martin mumbled as he turned left.

"Yeah, well if push does come to shove we can say we kidnapped you," Ethan laughed.

Martin pushed his head playfully away.

"Don't start smart mouthing me just yet," Martin smiled a twinkle in his eye.

Emerson smiled at the exchange, but she couldn't help but feel a sickening feeling in her stomach as if not everything was alright.

"Wait--stop!" Emerson shouted, her eyes going wide as a giant truck was heading their way.

Martin jerked the wheel hard to the left, and they swerved out of the lane.

"Jesus, Emerson! What's wrong with you? Nothing was there?" Martin and Ethan shouted a mixture of the phrases, but it was all drowned out by her thundering heartbeat.

There, in the middle of the road stood the boy with the piercing blue eyes and the midnight purple hair.

"Emerson?" Ethan whispered.

She didn't answer, it was like she was in a trance as she exited the vehicle. Glass crunched under her foot.

There he was in the center of the road, his hands outstretched and his foot behind him. His muscles were straining as he held the truck in place with some invisible force.

Emerson looked from him to the man driving the truck who held a sinister gaze.

He snapped his fingers and a flame of fire hovered above his hand, he smirked and launched it to where the girl was standing.

An uncontrollable force caught hold of Emerson, slamming her out of the way. She looked over at the boy, who's hands contorted in a circle before violently an invisible ball at her. He slammed her farther away. He then whipped his attention back to the truck driver, but it was already too late.

Emerson let out a screech as the driver stepped onto the pedal.

"ETHAN!" She shouted.

The boy brought his hands in front of him, the nose of the truck turning to the left, but not fast enough. It wouldn't turn out of the way quick enough.

Emerson started sprinting towards where the boy was standing her hand slowly turning int o a fist. She was squeezing so hard she'd find scabs where her nails dug into her skin later.

And then the force was back slamming her so hard this time she was airborne.

And then she heard the sounds of metal scratching metal as her head made contact with the ground.

A/N: Intersting interesting!

What do you think of the boy?

What's this force?

What's happening in the fight?

Martin?

Ethan?

Emerson?

Richard and Maisey?

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