Chapter 50: Late
After her first initial scream did not do anything to change her situation, Emily did the next most logical thing. She screamed again, and again, and again...
With another loud scream she shot up and scrambled off the bed. In her haste, she got wrapped up in the covers, and they clung to her legs. She tried to kick them off but that made things worse, and the next thing she knew, Emily was tilting backwards. She hit the ground with a loud thud, her side aching distantly as she found herself staring up at the ceiling in a daze.
Getting back up, she reached down and untangled her legs, making sure that she was ready to run. It was only after her legs were free that Emily allowed herself to look up. She had been lucky enough that the person who had grabbed her, had not attacked while she had been freeing her legs. Now she had to face them before they thought to pounce on her.
Putting on her meanest game face-one that she had practiced many times in front of the mirror for maximum effect, Emily stared up, ready to fight. The face that met her was not that of a sinister criminal. In fact it was not the face of a criminal at all. It was the very confused face of her boss, his hair a complete mess, sticking up in all directions, a confused look on his face.
"Why are you screaming?" He asked, his voice rough with sleep.
Why was she screaming?! Why was she screaming! How could he ask that and be so calm? She had just woken up to find her boss in bed with her. How else was she supposed to react? It was only right that she...and then it all came back to her. The memories hitting her with such force, that she lost her train of thought as they assaulted her.
The solar plant workers going on strike thanks to the underhanded dealings of Sebastian Haven, having to go into work in the middle of the night. Flying out to engage with the protesters without ever getting a chance to go home. Derek meeting with the angry mob and managing to calm them down enough for them to listen. The pure relief when everything had worked out, and then finding out that they could not fly out that night and having to find a place to sleep. A place that had ended up having only one room left, and the room had only a single bed, a bed that they’d had to share. Which was why Derek was currently staring down at her in confusion. His epic bedhead somehow making him look like those roguish models that seemed to adorn the cover of every single magazine ( at least the kinds that she used to hoard as a teenager). The comparison was a very unnecessary one, and it made Emily feel like a creep, so she quickly discarded it, turning her focus to the matter at hand.