Page 8 of Anarchy
“If you want to grab a shower I can show you where the bathroom is.” She jumps up fast grabbing the clothes. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I laugh as I lead her down the hall.
Opening the door I let her in, “I’ll just be out here.”
I hear the shower turn on and my thoughts drift to her. I don't know what is going to happen with this situation. She seems too pure, too innocent to be anywhere near this world. Looking down the hall, I see Lucy coming.
“Is she in there?” her voice is unsure and shaky.
"Yea, Tracy brought her clothes, and I offered to let her shower. Everything okay?"
Her hand drags through her hair. “As much as it can be I guess. I have no idea how to navigate all of this.”
She leans against the wall next to me. I've never really talked to Lucy much, but she is definitely one of the more approachable old ladies. "Anything I can help with?"
Her head shakes, “no. I just—“ the door opens, and Emma steps out dressed in a Deathstalkers MC t-shirt, and a pair of black pants. Her wet hair is in a bun on her head, stray strands hanging down.
“That was the best shower I think I’ve ever had in my life.” Looking over at Lucy she smiles. “Hi, I’m Emma.”
I look at the two of them confused. If Lucy is her aunt why doesn’t she have any idea that it’s her?
“Nice to meet you, I’m your aunt…I guess.” A nervous laugh escapes her.
A smile breaks out across her face, as Emma wraps her arms around Lucy.
Lucy looks over at me, and there is so much that's being left unsaid.
I just have no idea what any of it is.
