Before the Storm 3/8
Title: Before the Storm
Author: Hollie_1201
Pairing: Emma Muller & Jennifer Hartmann (Hand aufs Herz)
Rating: M
Summary: Jenny and Emma have a fight over Sophie leading to Jenny getting angry....
Word Count: 2,069
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Note: Please comment. Thanks to my wonderful and amazing beta readers thraikios and rahelsc
( Part 1) ( Part 2) ( Part 4) ( Part 5) ( Part 6) ( E.C.T) ( Part 7) ( Part 8)
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The remaining droplets of rain from the storm the night before were slowly running down the outside of Emma’s closed bedroom window, leaving a small train of water along it as the blonde sat with her head buried in books, studying for an exam she had coming up soon. As she lay on her stomach across her queen sized bed she held out one of many books in front of her, mumbling softly as she read the text about Egyptian pharaohs paying close attention to Hatshepsut.
The blonde reached for her notepad as she sat up and crossed her legs. She took down some notes vital study notes on her light blue pad. Emma had always been one to study as she set the bar for herself very high in the way of school grades. She loved to learn and she enjoyed the experience of absorbing new information greatly. As Emma read back over her notes she stared at the colour of her notepad. Ocean blue, just like Jenny’s eyes - it was the only reason she’d bought it.
As her thoughts drifted to Jenny she hastily got up from her bed, her ankles cracking in protest as she stood up, made her way over to her furnished dressing table and picked up her phone. She went through her contacts, found Jenny’s name and hit the call button. As she placed the phone to her ear she paced the length of her bedroom waiting for Jenny to answer.
But Jenny didn’t pick up. Jenny always answered her phone on the third or fourth ring and Emma had let the phone go until the seventh chime. Emma started to worry. As she hung up she paced her room faster and thought of reasons why Jenny wasn’t answering her phone. Maybe the battery in her phone died, Jenny always forgets to charge it but then why didn’t it go straight to voice mail? A voice message! I’ll leave her one. Maybe she’s in the bathroom or having a shower, yeah that’s why. I’ll ring her again.
As Emma rang Jenny’s phone again she counted the rings. Four rings, five rings, six rings damn it Jenny answer your phone, eight rings...
. “Jenny, hi, it’s Emma. I’m sorry about yesterday can you please ring me back? I love you”. Emma paced back and forth while she rang Jenny another six times and left another three voice messages, all carbon copies of each other.
Emma was feeling frustrated. Jenny wasn’t answering her phone and it made her feel somewhat angry with herself over yesterday. She threw her phone on her bed releasing some of her pent up frustration and walked over to her stereo player, turning it on as she went through her pile of CD’s. Music and singing was one of the only things that helped Emma release her frustrations and right now that was exactly what she needed.
As she searched through her CD pile she stopped and looked at her ‘The Bangles’ CD before deciding to stick it on random. Emma started to sing along with the music putting depth and feeling into the lyrics as she was singing. The song playing always reminded her of Jenny and how she felt before and after Jenny had come into her life. She was hitting every note perfectly, executing a perfect performance of the song. If only she had an audience to watch her, but she was much too humble for that. Her favourite part of the song came on and she channelled all the pent up emotion she was feeling into it.
Say my name
Sun shines through the rain
A whole life so lonely
And then you come and ease the pain
I don't want to lose this feeling
Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating
Do you understand
Do you feel the same
Am I only dreaming
But is this burning an eternal flame
The blonde sung another three songs but she still didn’t feel at ease. She was still frustrated and she didn’t like it at all. Emma turned the music down low so it was background noise, walked over to her dressing table and sat down in front of it. She pulled open her bottom draw and riffled through it. After a few minutes of moving the contents of her draw around she pulled out an old dust covered, leather bound diary. She dusted it off, got up and made her way over to her desk.
As she sat down, Emma carefully opened her diary and turned to the first blank page. Writing always helped her to sort out her feelings. She could stare right at them and determine what would be the next step she should take. She smoothed down the page softly as she picked up her pen and started to write.
Dear Diary,
Hi, it’s Emma again. I know I haven’t written in you for a while but my life has been full of such wonder as of late. I met a girl. At first I thought she was just trying to use me, but after a while my walls crumbled and my heart suddenly belonged to her. Her name is Jenny. She’s amazing, gorgeous, generous, lovely, sweet, courageous, beautiful and endearing. I love her so much and she has made me a better person. I’m now more confident and have more self esteem since my girl came into my life.
Yesterday, while everything was going so well, and we were studying for this exam we both have coming up, Sophie called Jenny. Sophie has been hanging around this total douche bag, Ronnie, which is a totally different story and one which I will tell you later. But, to cut a long story short, he’s giving Sophie drugs and Jenny is trying to counsel her. Sophie and I used to be friends, well we still might be but now when she keeps on calling Jenny when she does drugs I get so jealous. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. Sophie is always asking Jenny for help or the sort and when she leaves me for Sophie it hurts.
Jenny and I ended up getting into an argument after she hung up about her wanting to go off and help Sophie. I stayed calm throughout the argument and I told Jenny that I didn’t like the idea of her helping Sophie but Jenny just blew up at me. I don’t like it when we fight. I don’t like when she yells at me or is angry at me. I know it’s irrational but I instantly think I’m losing. I told her I wasn’t going to talk to her while she was acting like that and I left. I now don’t think it was such a good idea to leave as Jenny hasn’t answered my phone calls all day.
After the argument with Jenny I felt very angry and frustrated to the point I could barely sleep last night. I love Jenny, but it’s times like this with this whole Sophie thing - she just makes me so mad at times. The reason for me not liking the idea of Jenny helping Sophie is that when Jenny used to live in London she did drugs and partied a lot. I’m so worried and scared for her. What if she gets too involved? What if she gets slipped drugs or worse, can’t resist and relapses. Ronnie may hurt her if she keeps interfering with his affairs. Drugs can be so damaging. I’ve seen first hand how they’ve affected Sophie, it creeps me out how they’ve turned her from friend to foe. I can’t imagine Jenny like that, but I’ve seen it happen. What if I lose her like we lost Sophie? Ronnie scares me. I can feel the small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end when he’s around and I can’t help but think that whatever happens, this whole thing will only end if someone puts a stop to Ronnie. I pray that my girlfriend doesn’t think she’s that someone. He’s dangerous. Sometimes I think he might be even more dangerous than the drugs he deals.
Thanks for listening, Emma.
As Emma finished her diary entry she re-read through it, after analysing her piece of written work for almost a good ten minutes she started to contemplate about how everything was affecting Jenny. Maybe Jenny just wants to be able to be there for Sophie like people were for her. Or maybe Jenny wants to offer Sophie the help she wishes she’d been given. She must know how Sophie is feeling and can relate to it, why haven’t I thought of this before!? Stupid, Emma, stupid! I should really trust Jenny more about this though, if she thought it was dangerous she would stop helping. Or I hope she would. Although she’s always be rather persistent… I need to go see Jenny.
The shorthaired blonde got to her feet and put on some suitable clothes and footwear. She’d decided to go to the Bergmann’s house to see Jenny. She ran down the stairs, calling out to her mother that she would be back later. She left the house and started to walk in the direction of Jenny’s house, kicking some of the autumn leaves that had fallen to the ground as she went. The sky was starting to turn grey; it was close to four thirty in the afternoon and a storm was starting to roll in. Emma walked to Jenny’s house, knowing the direction off by heart as she had been there so many times before. She walked up to the front door and knocked. Emma knew that Ben wouldn’t be home as he’s always out chasing after some girl and Mr. Bergmann was away on business. After three minutes of waiting for Jenny to answer the door she knocked again. Nobody answered. Emma tried the door handle and it was unlocked. What? She frowned. She hesitantly let herself into the house and called out for Jenny.
Emma looked around the main entrance for Jenny but couldn’t see her or hear anything. Slowly, she made her way up the stairs, calling out for her girlfriend once more but to no avail. Jenny’s bedroom door was unlocked and as Emma got closer she could hear a soft beeping sound. The blonde entered the bedroom and located the source of the beeping. It was coming from Jenny’s mobile phone which was sitting in the centre of her bed. Emma picked it up and turned it off placing it on the side table to charge as she knew Jenny had probably forgotten to - but why would Jenny go out and leave her phone behind? Unless it was simply a case of Jenny not wanting to have to deal with Emma after their fight, but would she really go out without her phone when she could just keep it off in her pocket?
She made her way back downstairs, keeping her eyes peeled for a glimpse of her girlfriend, and as she entered the kitchen area Emma noticed Jenny’s glass of water still sat in the same place she had left it the day before. Emma moved through to the dining room next, the books from yesterday’s study session were still exactly as she’d left them. Emma started to worry… something just didn’t feel right.
She had spent a good half hour searching the house top to bottom. Emma let herself out of the back door and tried to look for Jenny in the yard. She searched under the house, behind trees, around the side with the little garden and even in the flower bed as she was getting rather desperate with her fruitless attempt to find Jenny. Emma had been searching the house for almost an hour until she gave up. Frustrated with not being able to talk to Jenny, she closed the house up and walked back home with her head hung low in defeat. She could hear the sound of sirens in the distance coming closer and closer. Emma turned to glance down main road which would take you into the centre of Cologne. An ambulance went speeding past her, lights flashing and siren sounding. Something just didn’t feel right. Something just didn’t feel right at all.
To be continued...
Author: Hollie_1201
Pairing: Emma Muller & Jennifer Hartmann (Hand aufs Herz)
Rating: M
Summary: Jenny and Emma have a fight over Sophie leading to Jenny getting angry....
Word Count: 2,069
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors Note: Please comment. Thanks to my wonderful and amazing beta readers thraikios and rahelsc
( Part 1) ( Part 2) ( Part 4) ( Part 5) ( Part 6) ( E.C.T) ( Part 7) ( Part 8)
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The remaining droplets of rain from the storm the night before were slowly running down the outside of Emma’s closed bedroom window, leaving a small train of water along it as the blonde sat with her head buried in books, studying for an exam she had coming up soon. As she lay on her stomach across her queen sized bed she held out one of many books in front of her, mumbling softly as she read the text about Egyptian pharaohs paying close attention to Hatshepsut.
The blonde reached for her notepad as she sat up and crossed her legs. She took down some notes vital study notes on her light blue pad. Emma had always been one to study as she set the bar for herself very high in the way of school grades. She loved to learn and she enjoyed the experience of absorbing new information greatly. As Emma read back over her notes she stared at the colour of her notepad. Ocean blue, just like Jenny’s eyes - it was the only reason she’d bought it.
As her thoughts drifted to Jenny she hastily got up from her bed, her ankles cracking in protest as she stood up, made her way over to her furnished dressing table and picked up her phone. She went through her contacts, found Jenny’s name and hit the call button. As she placed the phone to her ear she paced the length of her bedroom waiting for Jenny to answer.
But Jenny didn’t pick up. Jenny always answered her phone on the third or fourth ring and Emma had let the phone go until the seventh chime. Emma started to worry. As she hung up she paced her room faster and thought of reasons why Jenny wasn’t answering her phone. Maybe the battery in her phone died, Jenny always forgets to charge it but then why didn’t it go straight to voice mail? A voice message! I’ll leave her one. Maybe she’s in the bathroom or having a shower, yeah that’s why. I’ll ring her again.
As Emma rang Jenny’s phone again she counted the rings. Four rings, five rings, six rings damn it Jenny answer your phone, eight rings...
. “Jenny, hi, it’s Emma. I’m sorry about yesterday can you please ring me back? I love you”. Emma paced back and forth while she rang Jenny another six times and left another three voice messages, all carbon copies of each other.
Emma was feeling frustrated. Jenny wasn’t answering her phone and it made her feel somewhat angry with herself over yesterday. She threw her phone on her bed releasing some of her pent up frustration and walked over to her stereo player, turning it on as she went through her pile of CD’s. Music and singing was one of the only things that helped Emma release her frustrations and right now that was exactly what she needed.
As she searched through her CD pile she stopped and looked at her ‘The Bangles’ CD before deciding to stick it on random. Emma started to sing along with the music putting depth and feeling into the lyrics as she was singing. The song playing always reminded her of Jenny and how she felt before and after Jenny had come into her life. She was hitting every note perfectly, executing a perfect performance of the song. If only she had an audience to watch her, but she was much too humble for that. Her favourite part of the song came on and she channelled all the pent up emotion she was feeling into it.
Say my name
Sun shines through the rain
A whole life so lonely
And then you come and ease the pain
I don't want to lose this feeling
Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating
Do you understand
Do you feel the same
Am I only dreaming
But is this burning an eternal flame
The blonde sung another three songs but she still didn’t feel at ease. She was still frustrated and she didn’t like it at all. Emma turned the music down low so it was background noise, walked over to her dressing table and sat down in front of it. She pulled open her bottom draw and riffled through it. After a few minutes of moving the contents of her draw around she pulled out an old dust covered, leather bound diary. She dusted it off, got up and made her way over to her desk.
As she sat down, Emma carefully opened her diary and turned to the first blank page. Writing always helped her to sort out her feelings. She could stare right at them and determine what would be the next step she should take. She smoothed down the page softly as she picked up her pen and started to write.
Dear Diary,
Hi, it’s Emma again. I know I haven’t written in you for a while but my life has been full of such wonder as of late. I met a girl. At first I thought she was just trying to use me, but after a while my walls crumbled and my heart suddenly belonged to her. Her name is Jenny. She’s amazing, gorgeous, generous, lovely, sweet, courageous, beautiful and endearing. I love her so much and she has made me a better person. I’m now more confident and have more self esteem since my girl came into my life.
Yesterday, while everything was going so well, and we were studying for this exam we both have coming up, Sophie called Jenny. Sophie has been hanging around this total douche bag, Ronnie, which is a totally different story and one which I will tell you later. But, to cut a long story short, he’s giving Sophie drugs and Jenny is trying to counsel her. Sophie and I used to be friends, well we still might be but now when she keeps on calling Jenny when she does drugs I get so jealous. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. Sophie is always asking Jenny for help or the sort and when she leaves me for Sophie it hurts.
Jenny and I ended up getting into an argument after she hung up about her wanting to go off and help Sophie. I stayed calm throughout the argument and I told Jenny that I didn’t like the idea of her helping Sophie but Jenny just blew up at me. I don’t like it when we fight. I don’t like when she yells at me or is angry at me. I know it’s irrational but I instantly think I’m losing. I told her I wasn’t going to talk to her while she was acting like that and I left. I now don’t think it was such a good idea to leave as Jenny hasn’t answered my phone calls all day.
After the argument with Jenny I felt very angry and frustrated to the point I could barely sleep last night. I love Jenny, but it’s times like this with this whole Sophie thing - she just makes me so mad at times. The reason for me not liking the idea of Jenny helping Sophie is that when Jenny used to live in London she did drugs and partied a lot. I’m so worried and scared for her. What if she gets too involved? What if she gets slipped drugs or worse, can’t resist and relapses. Ronnie may hurt her if she keeps interfering with his affairs. Drugs can be so damaging. I’ve seen first hand how they’ve affected Sophie, it creeps me out how they’ve turned her from friend to foe. I can’t imagine Jenny like that, but I’ve seen it happen. What if I lose her like we lost Sophie? Ronnie scares me. I can feel the small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end when he’s around and I can’t help but think that whatever happens, this whole thing will only end if someone puts a stop to Ronnie. I pray that my girlfriend doesn’t think she’s that someone. He’s dangerous. Sometimes I think he might be even more dangerous than the drugs he deals.
Thanks for listening, Emma.
As Emma finished her diary entry she re-read through it, after analysing her piece of written work for almost a good ten minutes she started to contemplate about how everything was affecting Jenny. Maybe Jenny just wants to be able to be there for Sophie like people were for her. Or maybe Jenny wants to offer Sophie the help she wishes she’d been given. She must know how Sophie is feeling and can relate to it, why haven’t I thought of this before!? Stupid, Emma, stupid! I should really trust Jenny more about this though, if she thought it was dangerous she would stop helping. Or I hope she would. Although she’s always be rather persistent… I need to go see Jenny.
The shorthaired blonde got to her feet and put on some suitable clothes and footwear. She’d decided to go to the Bergmann’s house to see Jenny. She ran down the stairs, calling out to her mother that she would be back later. She left the house and started to walk in the direction of Jenny’s house, kicking some of the autumn leaves that had fallen to the ground as she went. The sky was starting to turn grey; it was close to four thirty in the afternoon and a storm was starting to roll in. Emma walked to Jenny’s house, knowing the direction off by heart as she had been there so many times before. She walked up to the front door and knocked. Emma knew that Ben wouldn’t be home as he’s always out chasing after some girl and Mr. Bergmann was away on business. After three minutes of waiting for Jenny to answer the door she knocked again. Nobody answered. Emma tried the door handle and it was unlocked. What? She frowned. She hesitantly let herself into the house and called out for Jenny.
Emma looked around the main entrance for Jenny but couldn’t see her or hear anything. Slowly, she made her way up the stairs, calling out for her girlfriend once more but to no avail. Jenny’s bedroom door was unlocked and as Emma got closer she could hear a soft beeping sound. The blonde entered the bedroom and located the source of the beeping. It was coming from Jenny’s mobile phone which was sitting in the centre of her bed. Emma picked it up and turned it off placing it on the side table to charge as she knew Jenny had probably forgotten to - but why would Jenny go out and leave her phone behind? Unless it was simply a case of Jenny not wanting to have to deal with Emma after their fight, but would she really go out without her phone when she could just keep it off in her pocket?
She made her way back downstairs, keeping her eyes peeled for a glimpse of her girlfriend, and as she entered the kitchen area Emma noticed Jenny’s glass of water still sat in the same place she had left it the day before. Emma moved through to the dining room next, the books from yesterday’s study session were still exactly as she’d left them. Emma started to worry… something just didn’t feel right.
She had spent a good half hour searching the house top to bottom. Emma let herself out of the back door and tried to look for Jenny in the yard. She searched under the house, behind trees, around the side with the little garden and even in the flower bed as she was getting rather desperate with her fruitless attempt to find Jenny. Emma had been searching the house for almost an hour until she gave up. Frustrated with not being able to talk to Jenny, she closed the house up and walked back home with her head hung low in defeat. She could hear the sound of sirens in the distance coming closer and closer. Emma turned to glance down main road which would take you into the centre of Cologne. An ambulance went speeding past her, lights flashing and siren sounding. Something just didn’t feel right. Something just didn’t feel right at all.
To be continued...