"Emerson Ava Paige! What's the matter with you? The neighbors could've seen you sleeping on the porch like some Neanderthal!" Her father hissed.

The girl who was previously slumped against the railing of the front porch, sleeping peacefully, was know fully aware of her surroundings.

Her violet eyes snapped opened, and then squinted from the morning sun, as she looked at her father.

His dark brown hair was slightly disheveled, and his suit was slightly rumpled. He had crumbs in his dark stubble.

Emerson, however, didn't seem to notice the out-of-the-ordinary state her father was in, but had only one thought on her mind; Tamara.

There was no way Tamara would've left if she saw her sleeping on the front porch. Tamara was always weary of the people in the night, especially if you were female and unique.

The only logical reason as to why she slept the whole night away on the porch, is that Tamara never showed up.

"Emerson! Are you even listening to me?" Richard Paige demanded.

"Hmm?" She looked up, finally noticing her father's appearance.

"Where are your contacts? You are out in public! Do you know how embarrassing it would be if anyone saw?" He asked, looking over his shoulder, as if someone was listening in on their conversation.

"I'm sorry, lost track of time--"

"Of course you did! You never think, you never use your head! You are just like those irrational stains!" His eyes widened after he finished his sentence.

Emerson stared up at him, watery violet hues staring up in astonishment.

"Emers--" Richard started with a tired undertone in his voice.

She cut him off with a slam of the massive oak doors. She absorbed the satisfying echo the slam resonated throughout the empty house.

Her father trailed into the house, calling her name, hoping the echo would prove how unreasonable she was acting. However, being the stubborn girl she was, she stormed up the steps and into her room on the second story.

She let out a sigh, opening her eyes, determination sinking in. In one full sweep, she grabbed a canvas, paint, brushes, and held onto the knot of feelings in her stomach.

She was letting the anger and frustration surge until it took control of all her movements. Streaks of red, black, and blinding whites were splattered on the canvas. Splintering designs of cracked glass spotted the page.

Emerson sank to the ground as she heard the screaming match between her mother and father reach her room. Then the switch in her head flickered on, Tamara.

Sneaking down the stairs, she quickly hurried out of the house. It wasn't like anyone would notice she was gone.

The girl, still without her contacts, hurried down to the Thompson household. She knocked on the door repeatedly, until Mrs. Thompson appeared.

Mrs. Thompson was quite different from Mrs. Paige, whereas she was brave enough to speak her mind all the time, and was always lending a helpful hand for the good of the people, not benefit.

However, because of recent events that Emerson had no knowledge of, Mrs. Thompson sneered at the sight of the redhead.

"What are you doing here? Making sure we are doing a good enough job of packing? Well tell your father that he has nothing to worry about. Paul isn't that inefficient!" She snapped angrily.

"You're moving?" I gasped.

"Wish it was just that. No, your father made a mistake, and blamed it on us 'stains'. So now, all of us are being evicted. So are you here to gloat?" She asked wickedly.

"No. My father wouldn't. He couldn't," the girl whispered, but anyone could detect the doubt in her voice.

"You better believe it hun. And whatever they are trying to force you into doing, don't change. I like seeing the spite on his face when people talk about your striking looks," she said rolling her eyes.

"I can fix this. I can make him listen," she reasoned, though neither she or Mrs. Thompson believed what she was saying.

"Even if he did listen to you, Paul wouldn't take it unless everyone got their jobs back that deserve them. I'm sorry for saying those things to you, I know it isn't your fault," the woman sighed giving Emerson a hug.

"I wish there was something I could do," Emerson whispered.

"You can do two things. Don't change, and stay Tamara's friend, no matter what," Mrs. Thompson said picking up the boxes.

"Hey, is Tamara okay? Did you see her this morning?" She asked, twisting her fingers.

"I don't think I saw her yet, you know how she sleeps in. Why?"

"Nothing, I guess. I just thought something happened, that's all," she shrugged, trying to shake the nervous feeling in her stomach.

Mrs. Thompson's dark skin looked gray, "What makes you say that?"

"This is going to sound stupid, but she said she was going to come over last night. I got into a fight with my parents, and I needed to talk to someone before I exploded, and she never came. I ended up falling asleep on the front porch waiting for her. It's stupid, I thought maybe she was kidnapped or something," Emerson said, dismissing the idea.

"Paul!" Mrs. Thompson shrieked.

You could hear him thundering down the steps.

"Have you seen Tamara?" He asked, a worried look on his face.

"I haven't, is she in her room?" Mrs. Thompson asked.

"No, I haven't seen her all morning. I don't think she returned last night from her walk either," he whispered.

"What do you mean walk last night? You let her wander the streets alone!" Her shrill voice resonated off the walls of the lived in home.

"She was going to just stay in the neighborhood, I figured she was safe. I made her take a flashlight and a blade just in case," Paul justified.

"You know what happens to people like us out there! She's gone Paul! And who knows where she is. And I know this because Emerson's here, and she didn't come home last night," she cried.

Peter, Joseph, and Taritan entered the room laughing.

"Emerson, your looking lovely," Peter winked.

But the laughter in their voices died when they noticed the faces of the people around them.

"What's wrong?" Joseph asked nervously.

"Tamara's missing," Emerson whispered, not quite looking anyone in the face.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed part two of STAINS!!! Thanks again for all the support! Much love to all of you!

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