Easy as One Two Three (Emma Frost)

BOOK: Easy as One Two Three (Emma Frost)
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Emma Frost #7




By Willow Rose



Copyright Willow Rose 2014

Published by Jan Sigetty Boeje

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.


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Special thanks to my editor Janell Parque



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A, B, C!
It's easy as
One, two, three,

as simple as
Do, re, mi,

A, B, C,

one, two, three!
Baby you and me girl!



From the song ABC by Jackson Five. Written by Jefferson, Quincy/karan, Olive.




April 2014

Hm…March is the third month. So that’s three. That means we have one…and four…is five, plus three…and the year was nineteen-ninety-nine. So that is…twenty-eight. Add that to the five and three and you have…thirty-six. So that is three plus six and that equals…nine."

The numerologist looked at the number with satisfaction. Then she opened the book on the table next to her.

"So if her life path number is nine, then she is…," she put her pointer on the row of numbers and scrolled down till she reached the bottom. The numerologist frowned.

"Oh, that isn't good. Nine means you have a hard time letting go of the past. You are weighed down by the things you can't change. You often suffer from lack of sleep at night because you worry about tomorrow and your thoughts just wander off. You have an addictive personality. That's really bad. You depend on others to make you happy and when they don't, you might turn to drugs or alcohol. Let me take a look at your name. Maya was it? Let's see."

The numerologist flipped a page in her book and looked for the letters. "Ah, here they are." The numerologist looked at the girl. "You do realize that the numerical value of your name influences areas of your personal and professional development in a huge manner, right? I really hope you do."

The girl whimpered. "Please, just let me go."

The numerologist stuck her finger in the air. "Shh, I'm trying to focus here. I'm here to help you, alright? You're out of balance and I need to figure out why. We need to figure out what motivates you, what causes all your trouble."

The girl cried harder now. "Please. I don't have any trouble. I'm not out of balance. You're the one who is out of balance. Please, just let me out of here."

"No," the numerologist said sounding very firm and angry. That was the only way to treat people who were in denial.

"Please, just let me go," the girl pleaded. "I can't stand being in here. I hate rats. I really hate rats. There’s one in here with me inside this cage; it's crawling on me. I'm freaking out here. Pleeeaaase let me out."

The numerologist tried to shut out the girl's crying. She was tired of listening to her whine. Didn't she understand that this was much more important? Didn't she understand that she was only trying to help her? So many people walked through life without knowing why they were so miserable. It was all in the numbers. Why couldn't they see it the way the numerologist did? Why did they refuse to see it?

She focused on the book and the alphabet. "M is the number four and A is number one, so that’s five. Y is a seven add that to the five you have twelve and then it ends with another A, so that's another one…so in total that gives us thirteen, so that is one plus three, that’s four. Your name is a four…." The numerologist looked at the girl in the cage with a smile. "Isn't that interesting?"


"Four, huh?" she continued and flipped another page. "That means you're associated with
a foundation, order, service, struggle against limits, steady growth.
  Hm…struggle against limits. Yes, that's certainly one of your problems. Hm and I sense a lot of negative energy associated with the name given to you at birth. Lots of anger. The numbers are certainly not working in your favor. You have a lot of ones in your name, but you need more threes and eights to balance you out. That's what we need to work on. The numerological vibrations of your current name are too negative the way it is now. See, the thing is, your numbers simply aren't compatible. Your life path number and your name number don't go well together. That's why you're having trouble in your life. That's why you tend to run away from home like you told me you did before you hit the poor guy with your dad's car. And stealing your father's car when you're only fifteen? That's really bad, Maya. Really destructive."

"You don't know anything about me," Maya hissed. She let out a scream and flipped the rat off her arm.

"Do be gentle with her," the numerologist said. "She’s my family."

Maya grunted. "I don't care. Let me out of here or I'll kill it. I'll break its freaking neck."

The numerologist gasped. "Don't even joke about such a thing. This rat is very dear to me. I'm just trying to help you here, Maya. Four and nine are just not very compatible numbers. Don't you see? There is very little where the four and the nine see eye to eye. The problem is that they simply don't connect. The nine holds on to the past while the four wants to let it go. It's an eternal struggle inside of you and it's eating you up. We need to get you a new name and then everything will change. Everything will be better. I promise you."

The numerologist rose from her chair while mumbling to herself. "So how do we get more threes and eights into the poor girl's life? How to do it. What to name her? L is a three. Yes, we need some ones. And a Z, yes that's an eight. That's good."

The numerologist had an epiphany. She saw the name in front of her eyes like the universe had just sent it to her in a vision. She knew exactly what to call the girl. It was perfect. She walked to the desk and picked up a syringe. Then she walked towards the cage and opened the lock to the large rat cage that was the size of a small human. The rat squeaked and the girl whimpered as she saw the syringe.

"Please don't," she stuttered. She tried to fight her way out, but the numerologist overpowered her easily, then held her down and placed the needle on the skin of her shoulder and emptied its content into the girl's veins.

"It's okay. It's for the better…say goodbye to your old life, Zelllena."





April 2014

year old girl simply vanish into thin air?"

I was yelling at the police officer in front of me, not caring one bit that everybody at the small police station in Karrebaeksminde had stopped talking and were now staring at me.

"She’s been missing for three days now. There has to be something you can do. You have to have at least some idea of where she can be."

I felt Morten's gentle hand on my shoulder. He was trying to calm me down, but I didn't want to be calm. I had been looking for Maya for three days now—ever since I got back from Italy and still there was absolutely no trace of her. "

"I know it’s frustrating, Mrs. Frost, but we're doing all we can to find her," the officer I had come to know as Officer Hansen, told me. "Believe me, we want to find her as much as you do. She hit a man with a car and left him in the street. A hit and run is a very serious crime."

I sighed. I knew he was right. And, frankly, I couldn't believe my daughter would do such a terrible thing. If there was one thing I had taught her it was to own up to your responsibilities. You simply don't run.

"I know you're working hard to find her," I said and looked at Morten next to me. He had been such a wonderful help through it all. I had asked my parents take Victor with them back to the island as soon as we landed in Copenhagen after our disastrous cruise-trip. Morten and I had been staying in a hotel close to the police station in the small town ever since. The man Maya hit was in the hospital in Naestved, the closest big city, only a ten minute drive from Karrebaeksminde.

"I know we've been over this a couple of times," Officer Hansen said and cleared his throat. I could tell this case was beginning to get on his nerves. "But I need you to tell me again. What was your daughter doing in Karrebaeksminde anyway?"

I rubbed my forehead, thinking I was getting tired of answering the same questions over and over again.

"She wanted to get away from her father for some reason I have yet to get clarified. So she stole his car. I have no idea why she drove all the way down here. It's fifty-four miles from where her dad lives and more than a hundred and fifty miles from Fanoe where I live. It's not even on the way to Fanoe, so it appears she wasn't going back to the island. I have no idea where she could have been heading. She doesn't know anyone around here. She just moved back to her father's place in Copenhagen, so she hadn't made many friends before she decided to leave. I spoke to one of her new classmates yesterday, the only one that Maya had apparently been talking to at school, but she knew nothing of Maya's plans to leave. She never told a soul. And that worries me a lot. It's not like her to run away like this. It really isn't. As I told you before, I spoke with her on the phone while I was in Italy. It was right after the accident and I told her to call for an ambulance and then for her father to come and help her. But she never called me back. And she never called her father either."

"Well, I understand you're worried, but this is a typical pattern for a young criminal," Officer Hansen said. "She never called for an ambulance or her dad. She clearly didn't want to be caught. I’ve seen this many times before."

I shook my head in disbelief. "No. Not Maya. She's not like that."

"All parents say that," said the officer. It was one of those statements that it was impossible to argue against.

"I know it’s hard to believe," he continued, "but these are the cold facts. She hit a man, then took the car and drove away. It's very simple."

"No," I said. "I don't think that’s what happened. I'm afraid something bad happened to her after I spoke with her."

Officer Hansen looked troubled. "Well, as far as the police investigation goes, it appears she’s run off and tried to hide from her actions. She’ll show up at some point and then we'll take her in."

I exhaled. I knew there was nothing I could say or do to convince the officer. I had tried for three days now.

"So, why did you call us in again?" I asked. "I thought you had something new to tell me? First you tell me you have no clue where she is, then you call her a criminal. What’s next? Did you just call us in here to insult us?"

"No, I didn't. As a matter of fact, we found something." The officer leaned backwards and pulled out a drawer. He picked something up and put it on the table in front of me. My heart literally dropped.

"Her phone?" I asked, as a million thoughts went through my mind. Maya would never abandon her phone, would she? No, never. She was a teenager. Her phone was her lifeline. "You found her phone?"

"It was thrown into a bush nearby where the accident happened. She probably threw it there herself when she decided to run from her crime…so we wouldn't track her down."

I gritted my teeth. It bothered me how he constantly referred to Maya as a crafty criminal. I knew in my heart she would never do such a terrible thing. I just knew it. The more I’d thought about it in the days after the accident, the more I had reached the conclusion that something had to have happened to her after I spoke with her. I simply refused to believe that Maya could have done this. And I had no intention of just waiting for her to show up on her own. I was going to find her, no matter the cost.


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