★ Emma ~ 1x03 The Poet's fuoco ☆

Beth, who was standing right outside the door, eavesdropping, gasped, and quickly covered her mouth to silence the sound. She had witnessed Agnes hitting her sister over and over again. She even counted, but Lost track, when Agnes had Lost control and began hitting like a maniac.
Deb’s back was covered in blood, and there was no way Agnes had stopped after twenty-four hits. Even from where she could, Beth had seen the smile, of malicious pleasure, on Agnes’ face, and if she stayed here, she would give Agnes even più pleasure.
Beth started for her room. There was no time to waste. Within...

Ryan sat beside Mike’s bed, in the hospital. Mike was asleep, according to the doctors, and he would be fine, though Ryan wouldn’t believe that until Mike could stand on his own two feet again.
“Carroll’s followers seem to be tired of laying low” a voice detto from the doorway. Ryan turned his head, to see Nick was approaching him.
“You think they’re behind this?” Ryan asked suspicious.
“Who else would be so bolt to attack someone, an FBI agent nonetheless, in broad daylight, in a strada, via full of people?” Nick returned.
It made total sense, but there something, in Ryan’s head...

Deb’s cuore skipped a beat, when she heard footsteps, but it was only her mother. She looked somewhat exited, as she walked towards.
“Good morning, Debra” she smiled.
“Is it morning?” Deb asked.
“Yeah, did te have a good night?” Mrs. Parker asked.
“No” Deb returned, upset. “My arms are sore. te need to let me down, mom”
Mrs. Parker shook her head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Debra. We can’t take the chance of te running away again…That would break Dale’s heart”
“Screw Dale and his heart! If he even has one” Deb hissed hostile. Her declaration earned...