(Esmee) Diasy way road (Mi's side)

Daisy way road

With out thinking what I was really about to do turned on the engine and made my way out of the car park turning in the wrong direction for home when I reached the junction.

I had no plan, no script and even if there was one I would have no good way of delivering the lines. I had nothing but I did know where I was going. I was going back to the start. I was going back to where it all began.

It did not take me long to get to where I was going. It was just a road close to where my parents lived. There was nothing practically noticeable about the street. In fact it was quite unnoticeable. A place where nothing ever really happened. A place that you would feel comfortable walking down even in the dead of night. A place where the white semi detached buildings competed over the best hanging baskets in the Summer. A place where expensive four by fours made there appearance in the drive ways as a status symbol. There was nothing dark or strange about Daisy Way road. Yet still this was where the story began. Outside number 32.
“Ok this is a nice street. Is there a reason we are here ?” Emmet asked cautiously looking over at me like there was a possibility that I might have lost my mind completely.

“Who do you think lives in that house Emmet?” I asked gently flashing my eyes towards the front of number 32. It was like every other house on the street looking at it with a strangers eyes. Maybe too many clashing colours in the hanging baskets and the lawn looked like it could do with being cut again. Maybe a new fishing garden gnome as the one there didn’t have a fishing rod any more to dip into the expensive new pond complete with fountain.

“What?” Emmet questioned looking confused as he gazed at my defensive posture my hands still glued to the steering wheel. My back not touching the seat. Ready to drive off at any second if the daemons that where only visible to me arose.
“What’s going on Esmee. I think we should go home.”

“I’m not mad Emmet. I promise. This has meaning. Just play the game for me.”

“An elderly couple.” Emmet said sighing caving into my demands. “Grown up children. No grandchildren.”

“ The house belongs to Mr And Mrs franks. Both in there mid to late sixty’s and both good friends with my parents. They are kind old people really. House proud of course and always desperate to keep up with the rest of the street, but they are good people who treated me well as I grew up. Helping me with home work never missing a Christmas or birthday. These would be two more people I hurt if I tell my story.” I said blankly sneaking a peek over to look at Emmet’s face. He just looked stunned.

“My parents are still best friends with the franks, and so they should be. If I speak out I tare a forty year old relationship apart. In fact I would probably turn it into a war.” I said looking away from the house and swallowing hard a single tear dripping down over my cheek on the left side.

“I would hurt all four of them and worse still I would hurt you.” I stuttered my bottom lip quivering slightly as I blinked away two more tears from my eyes. Each escaping elegantly down over my face.

“Shhh, don’t cry my baby. Don’t cry.” Emmet soothed un doing his seat belt and turning towards me, reaching up to my face with his fingertips to brush the tears away that gathered again in my eyes as I gripped harder onto the steering wheal and stared straight to keep my emotions in check. I new if I caught one glimpse of Emmet’s face I would melt.

“Do you still want to know my secret Emmet?” I squeaked

“Yes. I want to know everything about you. I want to know what every one of your scars are for. Why you have cried every tear. I want to know all the things you fear. I don’t care if it hurts me. There is no torture known to man that could hurt me more then knowing that someone or something is hurting you.”

“Ok, then let me tell you a story.”