《Pokémon Sun & Moon: Emethyst's Journey》Chapter 5
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Emethyst's POV
I walked into my dad's living room and took a seat on the green couch. A coffee table with a white drape on it sat in front of me, followed by a blank TV on a wooden entertainment stand.
I looked over at Haunter, who was now examining his new home. He floated around, checking out his surroundings. "Haunter!" He exclaimed in happiness. I guess he was satisfied with his new home, but I was still on edge.
I pulled my phone out of my dress pocket, as I checked the time. It was 5pm, and I was beginning to feel tired. After all, I was now in a completely different time zone, so it was going to take some getting used to. Right now, it would be almost 11 at night in Lavender Town.
I locked my phone, and put it face down on my leg. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my dad approaching me.
My heart rate began to intensify.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" He asked, as he stood by me.
I looked up at him, amazed. "You're really going to ask me if you can sit on your own couch?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I smirked a little.
"Well, it's the nice thing to do." He said, as he took a seat next to me. I gulped in nervousness. I looked around, and noticed I didn't see Ash anywhere nor the other Pokemon.
"Where's Ash?" I asked, curiously.
"I asked him to go outside and train for a little so we could talk." He said, smiling a little.
"Oh.." I said, blankly. It was now quiet, and a bit awkward; but I wasn't going to be the conversation starter in this scenario. I didn't know what I was going to say, for my filter was turned off.
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My dad sighed, breaking the silence. "So.. Emethyst." He said.
"Yes?" I replied, looking down in front of me. I didn't have the will power to actually look at him.
"Do you have any questions for me?" He asked.
I felt the ice break, and with that I felt my nervousness dissipate once more, and that feeling of anger bubbling in me once again. "I only have one." I said, calmly, as I took a deep breath, and turned to face him.
He looked over at me, awaiting my question. I could tell the anticipation was killing him. The anger in me was bubbling in me like the lava in a volcano about to erupt.
"Where were you?!" I exclaimed, angrily. "All this time! I grew up not understanding why you were out of my life!" I growled.
He sighed deeply. "Oh Emethyst, when I found out your mom was expecting you, I didn't really know how to take it in. I was still pretty much a kid myself. I regret all the things I did back then. You and your mother deserved none of it."
This made me angrier, to the point of standing up. I heard my phone fall on the floor, but I didn't care. "Oh, that's the best excuse you can give?! So because my mom had me, you abandoned both of us?!" I was angry, almost to the point of tears. I took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself down.
"Emethyst, please calm down," My dad said. "I'll openly admit that I messed up when I was younger. Leaving your mother and you are the biggest regrets in my life. Please.."
I felt the tears of anger coming on stronger, but I choked them back. "Let me ask you this," I said, sneering. "If mom wasn't dead right now, would you have made any effort into coming into my life?"
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My dad sighed deeply. "Emethyst, I have actually-"
I laughed in disbelief. "Yeah, like I believe that," I said, as I rolled my eyes. "I'm really tired, and I have nothing more to ask or say to you. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed." I said, a bit meanly. I picked up my phone.
"It's only six o'clock." My dad said, blankly. "You haven't even had dinner yet!" He exclaimed.
"One, I'm not hungry, and two, in Lavender Town, it's my bedtime." I spat, as I walked to the loft.
"Okay.. goodnight Emethyst." My dad said to me.
"Night." I said, as I climbed the ladder to the loft.
I found Haunter at the top already asleep on I assume what was my bed. I also saw my luggage had been moved up there into the corner. There was a wooden desk in the other corner, with a body mirror facing the side in front of the other bed, I assumed Ash's.
I took off my black knee high boots, and unzipped my black dress in the back. I still had a black tank top on underneath, so all I had to worry about was finding pants.
I slipped my dress off, and laid it on the bed for the moment. I walked over to my luggage, and grabbed the first pair of pants I saw, which were the sweat pants my mom had gotten me for Christmas one year. They said down the front of the left thigh, with underneath the Lavender Town decal. I also had the black hoodie to match, which had the Gastly evolutions on the chest, but it was too warm to wear the hoodie.
I slipped my sweat pants on, and replaced the empty spot in my suitcase with my black dress. I figured I'd unpack everything tomorrow morning.
I put my hair up in a messy bun, and got into bed with Haunter.
I scratched his head with my nails, but he didn't react, which told me that he was knocked out. I will admit, it felt good to lay down after a long day of travelling.
My mind began to wander, as I slowly closed my eyes. I was still a little on edge after the conversation I had with my dad. But at the same time, could I blame myself?
I sighed, as I turned over on my back. I opened my eyes, and looked up to see the ceiling was clear, like a window of sorts. I could see the orange and yellow mix of sun, hinting that the sun was beginning to set. I will admit, it was beautiful.
I began to fully relax, as I turned back over to face Haunter. I closed my eyes.
All was silent, as I fell into decent sleep.
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