Emily Wentworth

36 | Alive | Single (going through a divorce) | Mother of Elena Wentworth ✞ and Miranda Wentworth

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Staring at the plate he had no idea what to make of it. It seemed more like something Austin would eat. Of course it had, Nathan had not developed a ‘favorite’ meal since everything was picked out for him for the last seventeen years. It was hard to remember what you liked when you were seven, when you liked pretty much everything at seven years old. Or you didn’t. Looking up from the plate as she asked if anything had happened while she was a way he looked up toward the ceiling and pointed “A moth flew up there.” He mumbled before reaching out to grab the sandwich “Thank you.” Nathan whispered before taking a bite of it.

As Emily spoke he chewed and listen until she had finished talking completely before he swallowed and responded “ I don’t know her, this was the first time I met her.” He picked at the sandwich “ So she’s never given me anything that I know of. “Glancing to one side he let out a breath  “It probably was, but it hurt. And she didn’t seem very sorry for hurting me.”  He shrugged lamely “It’s fine. I’ll see if I can find a better place than that to eat at.– Her son was cool though. Sucks he’s got a terrible mom. She brings him to work with her. Then doesn’t pay attention to him, because she’s working.”

Following his finger she stared at the ceiling and nodded at his words. “Oh.. alright.” It was a strange thing to notice. Emily almost felt bad about leaving him all alone in here, just waiting for her return. Listening to his story she nibbled on her sandwich. “I bet it hurt!” The woman responded. “That could be very dangerous. Did it just happen? Are you okay? Do you need a change of clothes?” She spewed her questions in concern. Wondering why he hadn’t said anything before. It probably still hurt and it should be very uncomfortable. Why hadn’t he told her it had just happened. Or had she miss understood just now?

The comment about the mother she’d nearly missed by her concern for his well-being, but as she looked at him with worry, she responded to it. “Well.. I can only hope she’s trying her best. It’s not easy being a working mother..” Emily told him from experience. “And.. sometimes spending time with your children is hard.. so you just try to keep them as close as possible, so you know they’re safe and they know you’re near.. and hope they can love you as much as you love them, even if you’re not able to always pay attention to them..” She mused, looking at him with a loving smile. “Some mothers might be better at it than others..”

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Staring at her as she joked, he didn’t know if she were joking. It took him a moment to pick up on that. With a small frown he tilt his head trying to read her. Just because she was joking didn’t mean there wasn’t something twisted going on. He had learned that well at the hospital, a place just full of ‘joksters’. Smiling though he nodded, throwing chance to the wind “Okay.” He mumbled before nodding at what she said next. He didn’t see anything he needed in the place, so the thought of stealing from the bar had not yet crossed his mind. He felt like he was always really thirsty, especially for sweet drinks. But thinking this was mostly from being trapped in a hospital most of his childhood and finally being free for the first time, that his brain just wanted all the things. Especially if it were junk food and drinks.  As the woman had walked away Nathan looked around, the index finger on his right hand nervously began to scratch at the surface of the bar as his mind wondered.

She came back fifteen minutes later with two grilled sandwiches. Placing one of the plates before the other, she smiled. “There you go. Take it you looked after the place for me. Did anything happen?” The woman didn’t think anything had occurred while she was gone, or she wouldn’t have gone to the back so long. But it was a nice conversation starter and it could never hurt to check. “I can’t promise it’s just as good as what the evil lady gives you, but I hope it’ll do.” Emily admitted before taking a bite out of her own sandwich. She and her daughter loved eating it, but she didn’t know what he was used to. “Hm this is a one time things so.. you best make up with the evil lady if you like eating there.. I’m sure it was only an accident?” She implied.

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As he waited at the door he turned his head as the sound of a car pulling up behind him. He began to walk over to the woman who was still his wife, and grab a bag or two. “Have you seen the news?” He spoke as they walked across the front porch waiting for her to find her keys. He walked inside and placed the bags down on the kitchen island. He immediately went for the remote to their kitchen small screen television and opened the news channel. “Elena is back.” He spoke jumping the gun before letting her read the ‘this just in’ segment. “Marcus… he’s back, he’s real, he was right when he said he saw Elena.” He spoke looking at Emily probably confusing her more than informing her of the facts.

“She’s back, they’re both back, and theirs a prison that they’re going to be sent to if we don’t find them first.” As much as he’d showed anger to his brother when he’d last seen him. Marcus was still his brother and his family, and in this very moment he was looking to protect his family everything aside. He was so focused of finding them to protect them, he’d almost forgotten that Marcus was the reason they’re both dead. “They’re going to be tortured, and imprisoned if we don’t find them first.” He emphasized some more. He let out all this information at a fairly quick speed because Mason was panicking, his daughter and brother were out there with targets on their backs.

“The news? Why?” Emily questioned, meaning that she had not. She frowned, Mason was worrying her and it didn’t feel good. The woman decided not to freak out until he’d told her what was going on. Sometimes Mason could overreact. For all she knew he’d lost a bet on a soccer team or something. She hardly knew what was going on in his life nowadays, which had been what she’d wanted.. was it not?

Starting to unpack the bags Mason had carried into their kitchen she looked at the tv screen for a moment. “What?” She asked, when he spoke their daughters name, nearly dropping the eggs she was holding. Now looking more intently at the tv she frowned again. “What does that mean? I ..” Emily sat down on a stool and running a hand over her forehead. “You saw her?” She asked. Mason was rambling and spewing everything out. It really was quite confusing and Emily looked at him for answers. 

“Tortured..” The blonde repeated, now nearly getting a heart attack just thinking about her daughter being imprisoned and tortured. “Mason.” She breathed, her heart was racing and her mind spinning. “Mason you have to calm down.” Maybe she was talking to herself as well, because it was getting a little hard to breathe. “Please.. please sit down and .. and explain everything.. I don’t understand.. Did you see Elena? Where is she?” 

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the blonde still wasn’t use to her family’s reaction to seeing her. elena understood that she was killed in a car accident, but to her, it was like she never died. while her loved ones haven’t seen her in two years, she just hadn’t seen them in a few hours or days. but when her mom hugged her she felt like it had been forever since she last hugged her. elena wrapped her arms around her mother staying close to her. “i think it is. last time i checked it’s really me.” she replied to her mom. elena was happy that she saw her mother, she didn’t want her mother to feel pain over her death anymore since she was now alive again. “maybe that’s because for me like no time has passed. it would be weird if i woke up in an older body.” she chuckled softly. “i love you too, mom.” she smiled kindly at her mother. “how are you? and please don’t cry mommy. i don’t like seeing you sad.” she told her honestly.

Emily laughed, it really was her daughter. “I’m fine. I’m great.” She chuckled in relief. Wiping some of the tears away with the back of her hand. “I’m not sad. I’m happy.” She explained. “So happy to see you again..” Still quite unable to really process it all. Suddenly realizing how dangerous it was for her daughter to be out here. Emily quickly got to her feet. “Elena you can’t be here. They’ll see you.. Let’s go to the back..” She hissed, taking her hand and leading her behind the bar and into the back. 

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“Oh.” He paused for a moment, debating with himself what course to take then. Even as she had offered to make something. Tapping the counter he inhaled deeply before nodding “Ah, Sure. If you think that’s alright. I’m fine with just having a soda, too.”  As she spoke about evil, in response to what he said, Nathan stared at her for a moment before looking away  “I guess.” He offered a nervous smile at her as he turned to watch her get the soda. Once she did he reached over, taking the drink and lift it to his mouth, gulping it down.

“Of course it’s alright. Besides I’m feeling like eating something as well. When my boss walks in at least I get to blame it one you.” She joked, giving him a little wink. “Let me just get you something. I’ve to go to the back though. Are you okay alone in here?” Emily asked. Just to be sure. She didn’t want one of her costumers steeling something or breaking things. Although he seemed calm enough. “Wow! That thirsty?” The woman laughed as she watched him gulp down his drink. Quickly poring him another soda. “Here. On the house. Take your time.. it’s gonna be a while before your food is done.” She told him as she placed another glass in front of him, before making her way to the back to make them something to eat.

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elena had been walking to the art store to get some new art supplies, when she saw her mom through the windows at the bar. ever since elena woke up after the accident, she hadn’t seen her mother yet. “i just wanted to say hi to my mom.” the blonde smiled.

Upon turning around and seeing her long lost daughter Emily let out a cry. There she was, her little girl. Standing before her. In the flesh. At least she hoped. She wasn’t about to wait to find out. Tears spontaneously sprung from her eyes. “Elena.” She whispered. Rushing out from behind the bar over to her girl. Enveloping her in a tight hug. Hands running through her baby’s hair, only to end at her cheeks as she pulled away. Finally. “Is it really you?” Emily questioned, so afraid this was not real. Not able to take her eyes of her daughter. She knew that the possibility that Elena would return as well was big, but she’d given up after seeing Marcus and waiting weeks until .. until today. “You haven’t changed a bit.” She laughed through her tears. “I’ve missed you so much.” She started kissing now, there wasn’t a spot on her daughters face she missed. Having her little girl near her again was everything she’d longed for in over 2 years. “I love you so much.”

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Standing behind Emily, Nathan stared with a blank look toward one side of the room. As she noticed him and asked what she could get him he looked over, he looked like a lost child for a moment before narrowing his eyes and walking closer “Do you serve food here? The diner down there has an evil woman who spills hot coffee on the customers running the place.” Nathan blurted out as he pushed himself up onto a stool and leaned against the counter.  “ If not, just a soda, I guess.”

“Not officially.. But if you’re really hungry I could whip something up? What do you want?” She offered with a small smile. “It’s still early.” Emily explained her one time offering. As he was the only one currently there she thought she could make an exception. “An evil woman, hm? That’s a shame.. there’s already so many evil things around.. evil people is the last thing we need, don’t you think?” Emily mused whilst preparing the males soda. “Here’s your soda.”

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Washing the dirty glasses she was so deep in thought she hadn’t heard a new costumer entering the Eternal Bar. Suddenly realizing that someone was behind her, Emily turned around. “I’m sorry.. What can I get you?” She questioned politely. 

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It was early afternoon and Mason was at a bar taking a sip from his second drink as the Mayor had his press conference. He should have been at work, though he took the afternoon off. When the conference started Mason was curious about what it could be about. As he the mayor made his big announcement Mason sat on his bar stool frozen. As the TV showed images of the prison they’d built without anyone knowing, fear was the prime emotion that rose amongst him. When the conference ended Mason looked around the bar quickly before getting up completely frazzled, he got up and left the bar immediately.  

The only place he knew he had to be was home. His true home. Not the dumpy little bachelor apartment he’s been living in. He got in his car and drove the short route back to the family home. As he parked the car in the driveway he didn’t even think about the fact that Emily might not be home. He knocked on the door and stood there impatiently. He knocked once more, and had to fight every urge in his body not to know two or three more times. 

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She’d had a quiet morning. On her day off she always loved to be there as much as possible for Miranda. So she’d made their breakfast, brought her daughter to school and visited one of her girlfriends for some much needed coffee and company. Being home when Miranda got home from school for lunch. They ate together and Emily brought her back to school again, before doing some groceries. 

Arriving at her house again with bags full of food, she recognized the man waiting for her door immediately. “Mason?” She questioned, not if it was him, but why he was there. Carrying the bags to the door she put them down to look for her key. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” As they were on a break, Emily was sure he’d only stop by for an emergency. She had been pretty clear on what she had wanted from him. Space. It didn’t mean she never wanted to see him again, or they she didn’t still love him. It just meant that she couldn’t bare the constant reminder of what had occurred in their past. 

Finally having found her key she quickly opened the door and motioned for him to go inside.

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It had been too much. 

Too much to deal with for Emily. The return of her brother in law. The possible promise of her youngest daughter returning. And the disappointment of not seeing her. Seeing Mason and the additional rush of emotions of their current .. complicated situation. On top of her double shifts at the bar, where she had to deal with not only grouchy students, but also with emotionally unstable people. Emily wanted to help everyone, be ready and reliable, but she was crumbling. Shattering. After a long session with her psychologist she took a well deserved, long over due vacation. 

Miranda stayed with a friend for a few weeks, while Emily went to her parents out of town. Taking time to think, cry, hug and drink lots of cinnamon hot chocolate milk. Because even when you’re ‘old’ you sometimes need your mom and dad to comfort you. After two weeks, Miranda came over as well and they had some great family time. Playing games, watching movies and laughing together. Feeling quite refreshed Emily and Miranda made the journey back to Killbourne. Only to find things had changed in their absence. 

Once again the two had to adjust, but Emily started to slowly get back to her old self. Even if her daughter had not returned (yet) she was sure that these people did not deserve the treatment they were getting. And Emily wasn’t one to just stand by and watch something she couldn’t fully agree on. So she wants to make a stand. Protect the innocent. Make sure that everyone is safe. Starting with those she loves.

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Naomi smiled at the older woman, she loved seeing people she knew at work since the job itself was so boring. “Well, you came in at a good time, because we’re not busy at all.” She smiled gently. “What can I help you with?” 

“Uhmm just some coffee and a menu please.” Emily smile at the young woman. Glad to have a friendly smile at her side right now. And now that she was sitting down she realized just how hungry she was. “Are you making a lot of hours?”

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Raising a brow she looked at her. “Are you deaf? I clearly said I wanted a mijito, why you were still talking after that is what baffled me.”

“Right..” Emily replied, sighing deep on the side. “I’m sorry. No talking..” She was glad she’d raised her daughters better than this, at least she hoped. This girl was treating her like a slave, like someone less than her, and she just hoped her children had more respect for people.

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Mason looked at his wife as she agreed about how things were, he knew that Marcus was not the sole reason for his and Emily’s split. Mason had let his drinking go out of hand, she was the stronger one after the accident. She did everything she could to go against the source of their daughter and his brother’s death. Meanwhile, he let the source take over his life, he sunk into it without much efforts in stopping. He vividly remembers all the fights that resulted from his coming home drunk, or just arguing about his drinking. He sighed gently and nodded. He wasn’t going to mention Marcus, he knew he would be crazy, though he mainly didn’t say anything because he was drunk at the time. Though when she’d came forward and asked her question. It didn’t take a genius to know that the ‘he’ she was referring to was Marcus. He turned his head to her with a shocked expression, as if she’d read his mind. “You saw him too?” he clarified.

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Emily nodded with a wry smile. “I did. I talked to him.. I touched him.” Running a hand through her hair as she thought about it. It still sounded insane and part of her still couldn’t believe it had happened. “He was so real..” Letting out a deep breath she closed her eyes for a few seconds. “He said he’d seen Elena.. that she was alive. He didn’t remember anything.. Got very upset when I told him what happened..” Emily retold their meeting. Not sure how she really felt about all of it. Mainly because the longing to see her daughter had grown so much over the past few days. Her heart ached to point where she felt like she was dying. But she had to keep going, for her family.

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Norah sighed softly when the woman said that she was fine and nodded lightly when she asked the question back to her. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Norah said but it wasn’t true. She was the farthest from fine; she was confused, anxious, and a bit scared of herself if she was being honest but she didn’t want to tell this woman this, especially since she had just knocked into her in the first place. “I just have a lot on my mind. But it should probably wait until I’m not outside and can’t run into people.” Norah said with a light chuckle as she ran both of her hands through her hair.

Emily chuckled along. She felt exactly the same way. “I cannot express how much I agree with that. It’s been a crazy time.”  

“Do you want to grab some coffee?”  Slightly surprised at what she blurted out next Emily stood behind her question nonetheless.

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After going home and talking to her sister, Norah’s head was more jumbled than it was before. Had she really been dead for four years? And how was she here now? Was she the only one who had came back from the dead like this? And what had she done in the first place to warrant being killed in the first place? None of this made sense to her. And she didn’t know where to start to make things make sense. All it did was make her antsy and anxious. So she took a shower and changed her clothes, surprised that her room was still kind of in tact after all this time, and left the house. Now that she knew that she was so much that she had missed out on, it was kind of like seeing things from new eyes. A fresh perspective of the place where she was born. But Norah was so distracted, she didn’t notice the person in front of her until she had already collided with them. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention!” She mused before checking to see if they were alright. “Are you okay?”

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Lost in thought herself she waved the apology away. “It’s alright.” She stated, a small smile on her lips. “Yes, I’m fine. Are you? I’m sorry I wasn’t looking either.” Emily confessed. It had been happening more and more to her lately and she cursed herself for letting it happen again. But could you blame her? With a break in her relationship, double shifts at the bar, taking care of her eldest daughter, her (ex) brother-in-law miraculously returning from the dead and then finding out her youngest had risen from the grave as well. Lets say the woman had a lot on her mind and it seemed to distract her enough to bump into everyone lately. Emily ran a hand through her hair as she tried to remember where she was going and what she was planning on doing as it seemed to have slipped her mind.

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“Well hey there.” She spoke looking at the person she least expected to show up to her work. As she held the gross pudding cup in her hand she furrowed her eyebrows in slight confusion, “What.. are you doing here?” 

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Emily smiled at the reaction she got. “I just thought I’d stop by.” She replied, shrugging a little. “See if you were busy.” She added, really not quite knowing what exactly she was doing or what she wanted. All she’d wanted was to get out of the house for a bit. Get her mind of things.

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“No please… keep talking. Maybe I’ll even nod my head like I’m paying attention to a damn thing you’re trying to say.” She said shaking her head as her eyes rolled. Looking up at them she raised her brows. “I’m waiting.” 

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“Never mind.. A beer it is..” Emily nodded her head and went to tap the girl one. Sometimes.. she really didn’t like her job.