A/N: There are about several other things I should probably be doing instead of writing rn, that includes my homework! Lol xD

I'm not a big procrastinator, but right now I don't feel like suffering through math homework and the like. So, instead, I'm updating this!!! So hopefully you all will enjoy this, and the reason I'm able to update today is because labor day weekend and all.

Anyway, to the story!!! ;)

"I can't believe you had the audacity to behave the way you did at that dinner party! It was barbaric! I try so hard to get people to look past my stained linage, but then you go messing everything up again! What is wrong with you? Do you not have anything to say for yourself?" Emerson's father shouted in the backseat of the car.

She didn't say anything, for she knew sometimes it was better to say nothing then to say something she'd regret later on.

"Unbelievable," Richard breathed out, hanging his head in his hands. "Why couldn't you be more like Ethan?"

The venom in his words made Emerson recoil into the leather seat. Her mother stayed silent the whole time, staring out into the window as if she wasn't even in the vehicle. 

~~~

"How was the event? Did it all go to--" Marvin trailed off, his usual cheery grin turned into a frown.

"No, it did not go to plan, thanks to some people," Richard scorned, swiftly walking past Marvin. "I'll be in my study. Marvin, follow me!"

Marvin hesitated, his olive green eyes searching mine with concern. 

"You better go up, he isn't in a good mood," Emerson whispered, rubbing her arms.

The weary man nodded, and started to follow after Richard, when Richard called down for him again; loosing his patience.

"Mother," the red head called out.

"What do you want now? Can't you see you've done enough? Can't you just, I don't know, pretend to be a good daughter for as long as your father's here. He'll be leaving shortly, and you darkening the mood does not help," Maisey curtly said. 

Emerson stared at her mother in shock, not believing what she was hearing. Her lingering stare cause her mother to narrow her eyes into dark slits.

"What?" She snapped.

"Nothing, I'll be in my room, if you need me," the young girl's voice wavered.

In her room, Emerson immediately whispered Xavier's name into her disk. It rang for ten minutes, and she realized he wasn't going to answer. Sinking into a ball, Emerson replayed the events of that day. Where had Ethan gone? Is Xavier right? Is Luther behind Tamara's disappearance? She had so many questions, but not enough answers.

Her disk started to flash it's translucent blue, and it spoke out a long series of numbers. Confusion captured Emerson's face as she answered the call.

"This is Emerson Paige, who is this? What do you want? And how did you get this number?" She asked sternly. 

"Emmy?" The familiar voice croaked out. Instead of the usual cockiness and condescending tone, it was lost and afraid.

"Ethan? What's wrong? Where are you?" Emerson immediately stood up, grabbing her jacket.

"I-I've done s-something bad," he sniffled.

"It doesn't matter, where are you?" She demanded, already hustling out of my room.

"I'm being held at Acron's County Prison," he whispered, causing her to freeze in her tracks.

"You're in jail?" She breathed out, convinced she didn't hear him right.

"Yes!" He cried out, and she heard him burst into tears.

"What's the bail?" Emerson asked, stalking back up to her room.

"What? Emmey, you can't pay for it. It's too much without--"

"What's your bail?" She asked, more determination in her voice.

"25 grand," he whispered into the phone.

"Twenty-five grand? You're certain? Positive?" She asked, running a hand through her curly hair.

"Yes, but Em--"

"It's done. I'll be their in an hour. Will you be alright for that long?" Emerson asked, concern laced in her voice. 

"Yes, but you can't--"

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do. Stay safe Ethan," She spoke, before ending the call.

Now how to get 25 grand in an hour?

~~~

"I'll give you 500 for it," the hoarse voice sounded like nails on a chalk board, as she held the Fender in her hand.

"What? That's at least 3,000!" Emerson argued.

"Do you want the 500 or not?" The woman asked.

"2,000," She declared, leaning towards the woman.

"1,000, take it or leave it," The woman huffed. She had greying greasy black hair, yellowing teeth, and a chipped front tooth. She was wearing rags for clothes.

"I'll find help elsewhere," the young girl angrily huffed, snatching the guitar, and stalking out of the store.

"Wait! I'll give you 2,500 for it!" The old hag shouted.

"2,750, and it's yours," Emerson turned, crossing her hands over her chest. With a obnoxious sigh, the woman handed over the money, and clutched onto the neck of the guitar.

Emerson frowned as she headed back to the car with a ton of her stuff in it. She slipped the chauffeur a hundred from her wallet.

"Don't tell my father what I'm doing and I'll give you another hundred once I'm done," Emerson said.

"You got it, though I would've done it without the two hundred dollars. I think it's sweet what you're doing for your brother," the older man spoke.

Emerson nodded, while crossing the guitar off her list.

Things to sell:

6 Piece colored pencil set- 110

Oil Pastel kit-100

Paint brushes-50

Paint- 500

Techno Touch Entertainment Player- 10,000

Guitar-2,750

Yamaha SV-250 Silent Violin Pro- 2,000

Cello- 5,000

Bass- 4,000

Art Easels- 400

Fine tip markers-90

She still had to sell the violin, cello, bass, art easels, and markers. However, she was down to 15 minutes.

"Hurry, we need to go to the palm shop nearest to Acron," Emerson demanded.

~~~

"Next!" The man's voice boomed. He was dressed in a simple blue uniform, the country's emblem on his breast pocket. He had salt and pepper hair, and harsh steel eyes. 

"I'm--"

"She's in the wrong line Mattias," a woman's voice interrupted.

"I beg your pardon?" Emerson asked.

"You're in the wrong line," the woman deliberately patronized. She had dark skin, and a sour expression on her face.

Emerson looked from the man, who she assumed was Mattias, to the new woman.

"It's fine, Geniveve, she's only a girl, and no one else is in either line," Mattias said.

"If you won't do something about it, I will. And believe me when I say Joe will hear about this," Geniveve threatened.

Mattias stared coldly into the other woman's eyes, before turning back towards Emerson. 

"I am going to have to ask you to step aside, and join the other line meant for people of your ethnicity," he spoke quietly, not meeting Emerson's eyes.

"Oh, well if that's the new regulations," she trailed off, not knowing what else to say; stepping aside and joining the empty line.

Mattias was separated by a glass window, and had to walk from the one opening to the other.

"That cold bitter woman. Sometimes I don't know how she competes with the winter. I'm sorry she had to make you do that. What can I help you with?" Mattias asked.

"I'm here to pay the bail of Ethan Robert Paige," Emerson said confidently.

"Oh, I was wondering who would come for him. You have 25 grand?" Mattias asked dubiously.

"Right here, in cash," Emerson nodded, patting her coat pocket.

"Rich family?" Mattias inquired.

"Not that it's any of your concern, I sold my things to come up with this sum. I could tell Ethan didn't want his father to know," she spoke.

"Ah, well, most wouldn't. You do know his charges right? He's required by law to seek therapy and join a group dealing with addiction," he shrugged, taking the money from her.

"Wait, what do you mean addiction?" She asked looking at him funny.

"You really don't know? He was caught under the influence of drugs and alcohol. Definitely wasn't his first time either. He's even admitted to selling them too," Mattias said, shaking his head in sympathy.

Emerson's mouth hung open, she couldn't possibly believe Ethan would do such a thing.

"The guards will be out in a few minutes with Ethan. I'd suggest taking him to the hospital, just to be safe. Also, for my own curiosity, what's a girl like you paying his bail for?" Mattias asked.

"I happen to be his sister," she answered not looking up at the guard.

"Oh, I shouldn't, I'm sorry," he ended up saying. Sympathy and pity laced his voice.

Emerson didn't say anything, and soon enough her brother came stumbling through. His sandy blonde brown hair was disheveled, and blood was trickling from his skinned knee. His eyes were red and puffy, and he was covered in dirt.

At the sight of Emerson, Ethan ran over, tackling her in a hug. She was completely shocked, and didn't know what to do. Before she could hug him back, he already had let go.

"I-I'm so sorry," Ethan sobbed into his hands while Mattias watched the exchange with a confused expression.

"Come on, lets get out of here. We should get you checked out," Emerson whispered, guiding her broken brother out of the prison doors.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this update!!! Anyway, remember when I said my story got 992 in Fantasy? I think Wattpad glitched or 8 stories got a lot of votes. Anyway, when I checked it on that day it had that next to the story on my profile.

However, now it isn't there anymore, so I think Wattpad had a weird glitch or whatever. So ignore that.

Anyway! I hope you liked it!

What do you think of Ethan now?

Where did you think he was when he wasn't at the party? Did any of you actually think he got busted?

What do you think about his decisions?

Should Emerson forgive him?

What would you have done if you were Emerson?

What do you think of Emerson's parents?

What do you think of Emerson?

Where's Tamara?

Is Luther the Creepy Cloak Guy?

Thanks for reading

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