EMMA - HERE
Nope.
Nope.
Nope. Nope. NOPE. Anxiety was setting in. I did not want to go to this fantasy world. I did not want to go anywhere near something that my father had created (although that was semi-impossible because: a) according to Henry, the land was mental and b) he had technically created me.) Watching Henry slump to the floor did not improve the situation either.
"Emma, calm down. It'll be fine."
"Sure. Tell that to your syringe! Speaking of..." I jerked my head towards Henry's limp body. "Spock here didn't get one. Why should I?"
My father glared at me. "Because you're a sarcastic, rebellious bitch."
"Thanks, Dad!" I sneered, crossing my arms.
"You're welcome," he replied viciously while shoving the sedative forcefully into my arm without warning.
"What..." I replied woozily, not even sure if the word was in my head or in reality.
"Sorry. Actually," he stared at me. "I'm not." He shoved the 'bug thing' onto my forehead and the world went black.
*A/N: Hello! :D This is Part Two because it needs to be added to HIT, but I wanted to let you all know it was here before I did so. Okay, that's all. Byeee!!
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