Chapter Twenty-Nine

                                    

                                          

Wavering, waffling weary emotions vacillated, variably oscillating at an inimitable, unparalleled speed as he tried to pose stately, devoid and deprived of feeling sentiments like he used to but it was ineffectual against them, he theorised as his they approached him, uncertainly. Tentatively timid, he could see their ambiguous forms, suspiciously hunched over as if they were indecisively inconclusive regarding him. Nevertheless, Emmett was optimistically sanguine about his self-reliant ways, he dithered and dodged them for he didn't need their sympathy, he had assertively decided before successfully evading them. 
"Emmett, we know that you do not intend to talk to us, but we just want to apologise for you for our severity. We deserve your silence, we are aware of that, son but we miss you and want to be there for you, only if you would let us take care of you again."  His mother called out to him softly. 
"What are you doing? The doctor had explicitly warned us that we shouldn't confront him until he is ready, remember?"  His father reprimanded sternly, casting a worried look in his direction. 
"But-"  She started. 
"Let's go."  He urged her to move from what he could understand. 
Tremendously surmounted by his overflowing thoughts and emotions, he, tenderly turned around to face them. Apprehensively, he saw their lean retreating figures diffidently huddled together in each other's embrace as they walked away. He was reluctant to recount their refreshing words imbued in the remorseful indiscretion of their individualistic actions of the past, but their combined culpability was the very reason for him to disrupt and disintegrate into pieces, particularly like pollen, they were successful in scattering his life's ambitions around this dreary, demented universe of the absurd, acting as an agent for chaos, particularly in his case. 
"Emmett, is everything all right?" Arthur called out as he approached him. 
"Yes, Arthur. I was on my way to you but due to a certain mishap, I had disregarded my punctuality so I apologise for that."  He admitted sheepishly as they walked towards the direction of his office. 
"It is fine with me, son and is this mishap, related to your folks?" He questioned.   
"How did you-" Emmett tried to ask but was interrupted. 
"Well, it would make more sense, Emmett, considering that I  had recently invited them over to talk."  He informed him with a discerning gaze. 
"I see."
"What is it?"
"It is nothing, I just cannot come to terms with their atrocious deeds, it might sound like I am exaggerating, but their words were, barbed- edged and they had cut through my heart like a two-sided sword, whatsoever. I do not wish to give them a chance because I am afraid that they'd use it against me, again but on the other hand, I do want to see them, especially my Mum because her unconditional care has fostered me for all those years and I am afraid I cannot turn my back on her."  He sighed as he made himself comfortable on a chair inside Arthur's office.  
"Very well then. Why don't you talk to your mother? She would be ecstatic to hear this unless you are afraid of judgement."  He commented whilst observing his apprehensive stance.
"I do not fear judgement." He was quick to deflect. 
"Yes you do, Emmett. Now that everyone has been made aware of...the Boy. You are highly on guard and insecure regarding their perspectives, aren't you? You should know that even if you hid the truth from your parents for a year and a half, they wouldn't judge you." Arthur comforted him. 
"That is ridiculous, they have blatantly pointed out to me my failures, what's to say they'd stop now?"  He asked, incredulously, scoffing at the irony.