6 Who’s The New Girl?

“Good morning, beautiful!” Marty spoke. “Good Morning, Marty,” she answered, looking all confused. Standing before her was Marty and another guy she had never seen before. She wondered what it was all about. ‘So, this is Doctor Richard and he is here to treat your condition,” stated Marty. The words shook Emmy as she was well aware that her condition couldn't be treated. “I don't understand. I have like a million health issues and for eighteen years, I have not had any cure. Do we need a doctor to fix me or a herbalist!” She said and they all laughed. The doctor moved near her and reminded her to have faith… “Wait; are you a herbalist, or maybe a shapeshifter? Because my health issues can only be understood by a fellow werewolf and I am afraid the werewolf kingdom doesn't recognize me and it’s okay,” she said resignedly. “No, it is not okay and that's why I brought this guy here. Now, be a good girl and do as he says.” Marty said and paved the way for the doctor to do his job. Doctor Richard got blood samples from Emmy and also checked her heart functions and everything. It was all new as according to her, whatever she was going through would never be seen through such tests but just as the doctor had suggested, she had a little faith. “Tell me about yourself, your family background, anything as we wait for the results,” he engaged her upon noticing the worry written on her face. “My story is not as interesting as you may think but since you asked, let me explain to you in detail. My parents are werewolves but I think I am not. Other than being born by them, we have no connection. They shift and I don't. Meaning I am not a werewolf like them because if I was, then why am I limited hmm?” Emmy asked and the doctor shook his head. He understood where Emmy was coming from. “These things rarely happen. It's like a one percent chance that you'd find a shifter who doesn't shift and that makes the person either a hundred percent human. It's dangerous to live with werewolves because once they shift you become a prey and can be harmed.” He explained. Emmy knew all that and at times she thought that it was the reason her family kept her locked up. But again forcing her to marry someone else was way out of line. It was evident they were using her weakness for their selfish gains. But it was all in the past. Moments later, the doctor stood up and delivered the worst news. Indeed she couldn't shift but he was hoping that she had other powers like maybe extra strength, and speed, and the assumptions made Emmy laugh foolishly. “I don't shift, meaning I don't have any of that, sorry you had to come all this way to treat me for something extraordinary.” She said but the doctor was okay. “It is my job, now allow me to go talk to Marty, he wanted you to get better,” he said and left. Marty was standing a few meters from them. When he saw the doctor approaching, he started walking toward him. “Hey, what are you saying doctor? I thought you said you could fix it. Blood transfusion anything, did you ever try to fix the problem?” He was disappointed and Emmy could see him throwing his hands up and down. Emmy felt that she was a disappointment to Marty and every person she came across. She hated her life even more. Two weeks ago, she had moved in with Marty and the last thing she wanted was to break his heart. “I hate my life!” She said and broke into uncontrollable tears. Marty escorted the doctor and then came back to the room. Emmy wiped out the tears and pretended to be okay. “So, that's it. Embrace it and live your life,” he said calmly. “I am so sorry. I wish I could be that person that impresses you. I wish I was perfect like every other person. I mean I don't need to be a werewolf if I can't shift but there are also a million other options life could have offered me. I would have loved to be different. Even vampires enjoy such times in their lives….I beg you, Marty, please don't send me back. I can do anything you want. Just tell me what you want me to do and I will gladly do it, please,” she begged him. “Wait, what do you take me for? You aren't going anywhere. Loosen up; I wanted to help you escape from those mean people. Please don't make it hard for me. Bringing in a doctor doesn't mean I want to kick you out. It means I still have hopes of improving your life and making you better. Imagine spending your life in misery yet there is a doctor somewhere who can change your condition; I would hate myself if I let such a chance pass you.” He said with clarity. “Thank you, Marty; you have no idea what those words mean to me. You are heaven-sent!” She said and then stood up. “I prepared something for you.” She said shyly. “What did you prepare? I hope you didn’t get yourself tired and dirty preparing anything for me because as I told you, there are hundreds of people employed to do that. Your only job is to look good and you can do just that,” he said softly. “No, it's just this once. I got bored and decided to prepare something with the help of Lucy of course,” she explained. “Okay, if you insist but I don't want you cooking or doing anything for me. Tending the flowers is enough.” He argued. Emmy brought in a bowl of soup and some food. The food was great judging by the appearance. Marty stared at the soup and then held the bowl from the bottom and tasted it. He shook his head and then took a spoon and tasted the food as well. It was unbelievable… “I thought you only knew how to sing. I see you are also a great cook!” He said and Emmy was flattered. “Thank you! It is my little way of saying thank you for saving me,” she said. “I hear you and I already know how grateful you are but please don't cook again. There are enough people here to do that. You can just ask them to prepare the food you like and you will have it here in no time. No need to stain your hands, alright?” He advised. Emmy agreed but there was still a burning question. She didn't understand why she was still living on the premises. Though Marty claimed he was just helping her out of goodwill, Emmy's parents believed they were a couple. Emmy on the other hand didn't know which of the two was correct. Suddenly, she was withdrawn…and Marty was quick to notice. “Is everything okay, Emmy?” He asked upon realizing the confusion written on her face. “Yes, no, not really, tell me, Marty, who am I here? I understand you want to help and all, but why am I still at your father's house? Just who am I to you, to everyone here? I want to know my place so as not to cross other people’s boundaries.” she asked, looking confused. “Ha-ha, you worry too much, beautiful…” he said to ignore the question but Emmy insisted. “Please answer me. This is very important. This place is awesome; the people are great but what am I? Just who am I in this place?” she repeated. “You are a very special someone so that should not worry you.” He said calmly. “How special and in what ways?” she was pushing harder and Marty had to stop her. “Sshh, you are my guest. Enjoy your stay, beautiful! You got me!” He said and then stood up to leave. Emmy was still trying to understand what Marty had just said. Marty locked the door behind him leaving Emmy with more questions than answers.