WHO: Natalia and Emiliana
WHEN: Sept. 22 - Sept. 24th/25th.
WHERE: The Charleston, 5A
WHAT: I'm pretty sure this is what some would consider a hostage situation.
Groceries had been put away.
Laundry was done and finished with.
Nene had been fed and was currently napping on her bed.
Now, all Emi had to do was look over the first drafts of her student's papers for the rest of the afternoon. Of course, while making sure to check her phone in case any news came in concerning Alfred. Whom, Emi was reluctant to say, she was really worried about.
Heaving a sigh, Emi stretched absently as she gathered up her notebook, manila folder full of essays, and a handful of red markers as she trudged her way out of her room and towards the living room. Missing blond aside, it really was nothing but a normal day for her.
Or so she thought until she found Ivan's psychopath of a sister standing by her apartment door, steely eyes set directly on her as the blond women kept one hand on the doorknob and the other wrapped tightly around the handle of a knife.
Fucking. Hell.