Hey little girl, is your daddy home?Backdated January 1, 2015
The following events are currently unknown to Emerson
Did he go away and leave you all alone?
Mmm, I got a bad desire,
Oh, I’m on fire.
I’m on Fire, Bruce Springsteen
Emerson had once told Luca that she knew she loved him even before she was born. It was a strong statement for such a young girl. It was a strong statement for anyone at any age, really. A strong, powerful, dangerous statement. Love, in itself, was a perilous emotion. More often than not, it could bring out the worst in people. Society had taken love and strung it up in the sky with the stars to make it seem like something far off and beautiful, but it was closer than people seemed to realize. Of course, there was good in love. There were good, great, amazingly beautiful outcomes of loving someone - conversations that lead into the early hours of the morning, flowers on the kitchen table just because, a person to run back to when everyone else was at your heels. Love wasn’t bad, in that sense, on the scratching surface of it all. As one dug deeper, pulling away at the goodness and the purity, it could be seen, regrettably so, that love was more of a dying star than a shining one. Love left people absolutely weak, and envious, and possessive, and crazy, and, in the bare bones of it, a shell of who they once were. This much was undeniably true for Emerson. She was, in fact, too young to experience true, raw love. Too young, too innocent, and too terribly, terribly naive. Luca knew this the moment he laid hungry eyes on her and took the opportunity by the throat. And so, the longer Emerson stayed in the man’s arms, the less she could differentiate the feeling of falling in love and the feeling of falling apart.
Their relationship, of course, was kept secret from everyone and anyone either of them had ever known, or ever dreamed of knowing. It had to be. Age was controversial, and became even more so when love was thrown into the mess. Outsiders had every right to poke and prod and assume and fear what could go on between a girl fresh into her second year of high school and a man who had just attended the twentieth anniversary of graduating from his class. Age was a manmade concept, signifying not what intelligence one possessed, but simply the amount of time in which one lived. That was how Emerson saw it, after being praised over and over again just how intelligent and wise she really was. That was how Luca saw it, after listening to Emerson speak her mind in the light of the moon. But no matter how intelligent and wise and mature Emerson was, that was not how her parents or her friends or the majority of society saw it, and so, to avoid the legal issues, Luca taught Emerson how to lie.
Emerson and Luca started seeing one another seriously only a few weeks after her sweet sixteen cake had been sliced. They communicated through texts and calls, her school hours and his works hours too conflicting to allow them to see one another face to face. As weeks turned into months, Luca altered his hours to be able to see her, to hug her, to kiss her, all behind the safety of his own home. It became almost too easy to tell her parents that she needed to study at the library more often and that her friends were inviting her over for weekend long sleepovers. Months, then, added up to a year. Emerson was seventeen, not quite a yet an adult, at fingertip’s reach from being a woman, and a little more than half than Luca’s age. And over that year, Luca did truly, absolutely, deeply love her. He loved her, and with the consumption of the flaming feeling, he increasingly became impatient.
It was a kind of biting cold that day. A fresh carpet of snow had been rolled out the night before, and the winds carried a chill that seeped to the bone. Emerson was in the comfort of her home, bundled in soft pajamas, the heat in continuous circulation. She was in the kitchen, then, her cell phone in one hand and a large mug in another. “Happy New Year! Sorry I didn’t get to call you last night.” The clock above the stove easily read noon in neon green numbers, the bright, warm rays of sunlight that usually shone from the window above the sink tucked away behind grey clouds.
“That’s okay, bambino,” Luca hummed, sounding as if he had just woken up himself. The gruffness of his words did nothing less but get a reaction out of the girl, but luckily, due to the weather, she could play off her reddened cheeks as result of the cold if need be. “Did you stay up late?”
“No,” she sighed, pressing the phone against her ear with her shoulder to free up her right hand. The microwave was opened with little struggle, and her mug was placed inside. After setting the timer for a few minutes and transferring her device to the opposite ear, she went to the cupboard in search for an instant hot chocolate packet. “Didn’t even get to watch the ball drop,” she mumbled, slight annoyance laced in her tone.
There was a laugh emitted from the receiver that made Emerson’s heart leap in her chest. Her annoyance, then, was magically gone. “I figured as much. The cold makes you sleepy.”
And there the annoyance was again. Jade eyes were rolled, accompanied by a small huff. “And it makes you grumpy,” she muttered, grabbing the packet she had been looking for and tossing it onto the counter for later use.
“What was that?”
“Love you!” she sing-songed quickly, letting a soft giggle follow.
“Good answer.” He was smiling. “So, what’s your plan for today?”
Emerson shrugged. “Dunno. Hang around the house.” She let out a quiet yawn. All the school work she had been assigned was promptly completed, per Luca’s instruction, the same day it was given, so she could properly enjoy her time off and not end up procrastinating the night before everything was due. And so, her Christmas Eve was happily spent with her parents in their home, and her Christmas day was a merry one indeed. Aside from the New Year’s party her parents had thrown, the rest of Emerson’s days were basically spent the same. She stayed in bed, read some new material she had picked up as gifts, and kept in contact with Luca. She had yet to see the man during her time off, but with only a handful of days to spare, the chances of it happening seemed slim. “My parents went away on their yearly trip together, so.”
“Are you alone, pet?” He sounded worried, and more awake, then. Luca had always been like that. If he wasn’t available, Luca would rather have someone he absolutely despised watching over his girl than to have her be alone. Her safety was one of his highest priorities, even above his own. Emerson knew the man would die for her before he would let something bad happen to her.
“Yeah… Miss you, Sir.”
“I know. I miss you as well." There was a rustling sound, then nothing. “Remind me - when does your winter break end?”
Emerson pulled her phone away from her ear to check the calendar on her device. “Tomorrow,” she confirmed. Going back to school was not something she was looking forward to. Time had just seemed to fly by, and she felt like most of it had been wasted, in a way. Although relaxation was a good thing, the girl couldn’t help but think of all the other activities she could have busied herself with while she was away from the stress and responsibility of her studies: ice skating, snow tubing, visiting the light show attractions. She had missed out on every single one. Then again, winter wouldn’t officially end for another few months, so there was always the possibility of the future - but it was only a possibility.
“Do you think I could come pick you up and have you spend the night?” he wondered.
It was like the man could read her mind. She was convinced he was a miracle worker, or something. “I’ll text my mom. Y’drop me off back home?” She put the call on speaker to make it easier to continue their conversation while she contacted her parents.
“Don’t I always?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Silly girl,” he teased.
“Nuh uh,” she mumbled. The microwave went off, then, and she put her phone down to fix her drink. Careful not to burn herself, she reached for the handle of the ceramic mug and let it rest on the counter. The paper packet was torn open, some of the powder flying into the air.
“I quite think so.”
Emerson retrieved a spoon from the drawer and began to stir her soon-to-be hot chocolate. “Y’thinking wrong, then.”
“Oh, am I?” Emerson knew that tone. The one that made her feel so vulnerable and safe all at once.
“N-no, Sir.” Oh, the stutter. Luca was able to pull that out of her with the snap of his fingers. If her cheeks were rosy before, they were beat red now. She could feel them heating, and blew on the rim of her mug, as if the man on the opposite side of the phone could feel the heat as well and she needed to pretend it was from something other than her visible embarrassment.
Luca’s only response was a low hum. Their conversation came to a bit of a standstill, but neither one of them minded much. Emerson was happiest when she and Lucas were communicating, and it was normal to have quiet, and even silent, moments. If she were to close her eyes, it would have been no different from all the times they had sat together on the couch, or laid together in his bed, or sat opposite one another at the table for a shared meal, enjoying one another’s company without the need of conversation.
The young brunette had almost choked on a mouthful of hot - burning - chocolate as her phone let off a loud ring. Setting the drink down, she wiped her bottom lip with the back of her hand and looked over her screen.
“Did you get a response?”
“Yeah…” Emerson trailed as she read over the message. “Yeah,” she confirmed finally, allowing a small nod of her head. “Good to go. When can you be here?”
“I need to actually get myself out of bed, first. Take a shower, get dressed, make sure nothing for work comes up. Have you packed?"
“No. Don’t I leave enough stuff at the house?” Emerson had been going over the man’s place every weekend for a steady number of months. In the beginning of their relationship, she packed bags of things with the intentions of “forgetting” them, and eventually, she was able to get away with bringing less and less each visit. Luca also took as many opportunities as Emerson would allow to spoil her, and since she couldn’t keep his gifts at her house, due to the suspicion it would probably cause among her parents, the belongings were kept safe with Luca.
“Well, bring a couple things just in case. I’ll call you again when I’m leaving.”
“Sounds good, Sir.”
“Alright, Emerson. Talk soon.”
“Yeah. Love you.”
“As do I.”
She hung up after that. Based on how long it would usually take him to get ready in the morning, the girl figured that she had about an hour to herself. If something came up with work, which wouldn’t be much of a surprise, she would have an extra half hour or so. Even still, she got right to the task. Luca had always been keen on doing things as soon as possible, and Emerson’s hot chocolate needed to cool down, anyways.
Leaving the kitchen, Emerson went down the hall and up the stairs to her room. When she hit her earlier teen years, her parents worked on converting the unused attic into a living space. She had all the essentials - a bed, two dressers, a small closet, and a desk - and it was all she really ever wanted. The only thing she considered to be an extra perk was the seat by her small window that overlooked a view of trees. Luca’s house was where she allowed herself to be spoiled. She believed her parents had done more than enough for her over the years and felt guilty to take anything more, especially with the weight of the secret of her relationship with Luca on her shoulders.
Emerson grabbed a small backpack and tossed it onto her bed, and then went through various drawers and hangers to find what she thought she would need. She also changed into an outfit that would be suitable both for the weather, and Luca. Despite the low temperatures, Emerson knew that Luca liked to have her free to touch at all times. Dresses and skirts on her were undoubtedly his favorite, and she adorned herself in a black dress and with a thick sweater layered over it. A pair of knee-length black boots were pulled over her fuzzy socks, and a scarf was draped around her neck. After spending some time taming her hair and applying some makeup, she was all set and ready to go. Only thirty minutes had passed, so the girl brought her belongings and herself down to the living room, where she laid herself on the couch and busied herself by reading a book - not until her hot chocolate had been swiped from where she had left it, of course. Before she knew it, her drink was gone and her phone was ringing.
She picked it up without checking to see who it was. “Sir?”
“Mae? What’s with the formalities?”
Oh, ****. She swallowed, quickly trying to come up with something smart to retaliate with. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon… “I can’t joke around with you, Dad?”
Emerson’s father, thankfully, seemed to buy it and let out a laugh. “Well, alright then, Madam. You’re going over Neha’s?”
“Yeah,” she agreed, easily going along with the story she had created for how her night would be spent. “Just for the night. She’s gonna drop me off back home in the morning, too. Don’t have to worry or anything.”
“Mom and I aren’t worried. Just checking up on you,” he explained. “You’ll call when you get there, and before you go to bed? And in the morning, so we know everything worked out okay?” To say the Vettels were protective over their daughter would be an understatement. Emerson was their only child, the only one to survive a trail of miscarriages and stillbirths. The couple was older than those of Emerson’s friends, as a result, but they didn’t mind in the slightest. They had their smart, beautiful, healthy daughter, and that was all that mattered to them.
“Yeah, ‘course. I hope you guys are having fun. Miss you.”
“We miss you too, Mae. But, hate to break it to you - we are having a lot of fun.”
Emerson laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “No worries. I know I’ll always be your favorite kid.”
“Oh, and Mae?”
“Yeah?”
“If you want to stay over Neha’s until we get back, that’s okay too. It’d probably be better than leaving you home alone.”
A lightbulb would have flicked to life above the brunette’s head if she had the ability to do so. Home with Luca for four days? What an idea. She tried not to seem too excited about it. “I mean, it’s not that bad. I can stay home...”
There was some muffled talking in the background that she couldn’t make out. “No. We insist. You deserve some time to hang out with her. Since she moved, you guys don’t see each other as much anymore.”
“Well, since you’re pulling my arm-” She started, but was cut short at the sound of knocking. The clock above the fireplace showed a time way past what Emerson had assumed it to be. “O-oh, she’s here!” she stuttered out, all but jumping to her feet. “I’ll talk to you and Mom tonight."
“Okay, dear. Have fun! We love you!”
“Right back atcha!” she said as genuinely as she could manage before thumbing the call to an end. Luca was probably pissed. Emerson was never late like this - he didn’t allow it. She gathered up her things as quickly as she could and tripped her way to the front door. A not-so-pleasant Luca was standing in the doorway.
She greeted him with a sweet smile and batted lashes. “Hi, S-”
“I called you.”
Emerson’s smile dropped to a frown. “I didn’t get it. Something must be up with my phone.”
“I appreciate the truth over you trying to save me from hurt feelings. You know that.” Luca crossed his arms over his chest before he continued. “The line was busy.”
“My parents called.” She shrugged the bag into a better position on her shoulder. “And your call didn’t beep in, or anything.” She let out a sigh. “Regardless, m’sorry. For not answering your call and for lying.”
Luca let out a long breath and slowly unfolded his arms, letting them drop to his side. “Thank you for apologising, pet. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. I was just worried.” He ran a hand through his casually styled hair. “You look absolutely stunning.”
Her cheeks flushed pink. “Thank you, Sir. You look handsome as always.”
His face broke out into her favorite smile. “Such a sweet girl. Now, where’s my hug?”
Putting her bag down as to not crush it, Emerson closed the already small space between the two. Luca, due to his height, bent down so the girl could wrap her arms around his neck. His came to hold around her waist, and when he straightened to his full height, the young brunette was quite literally swept off her feet. After a few seconds, she was placed back down on the ground. A loving kiss was pressed into her hair before he released her entirely. Emerson grabbed her bag, properly locked up the house, and let Luca lead her to the car. He opened the door for her, helped her buckle in, and closed the door before getting into his own seat and pulling out of the driveway. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on her bare upper thigh, they started their journey to his home.
Luca turned on the car radio, letting soft piano notes fill the background noise. He mostly listened to classical and Italian music, and put up with some of Emerson’s selections from time to time. He’d never admit it, but some of her song choices were some of his favorites. “What’d your parents call about?” he asked.
“Just to check up on me. Told them I was going to Neha’s. They also said I could stay over until they get back from their vacation...” She shrugged her shoulders, but couldn’t help the smile that grew on her face.
“That’s four days, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Y’busy?”
Luca shook his head, a matching smile on his face. “Not out of the usual. I might have to break away for work from time to time, but I’ll try to have all that happen while you’re in school.” He gave her thigh a light squeeze. “I’m so excited, micino. I haven’t had you all to myself for this long in a while.”
Emerson was beaming. She’d only ever been in one relationship prior to dating Luca. It was over the course of her freshmen year with a girl who didn’t have as open minded parents as Emerson had, and as a result, ended horribly. Even if the judgment has been taken out of the relationship anyway, Emerson would’ve regrettably had to admit that it still wasn’t the greatest situation she could have been in. The girl couldn’t handle all the love and attention Emerson had to offer, and in turn, ended up pushing her away and making up scenarios to avoid it. But with Luca, everything was different. She was someone to get excited over, someone to want to spend time with. It made her feel so important and loved, and she was absolutely, completely, terrifyingly obsessed with the feeling.