"Thats fine," Len said, conceding on giving up Emma's case, "But I'm not leaving Ms. Duncan alone."<br/><br/>He stormed passed his mother and opened Emma's door. Telling him to go back to his room had partially set him off. His expression remained passive but the aura he gave of was promising violence if he heard anymore. He wasn't surprised in the least. To be honest he was relieved to be off Emma's case.<br/><br/>"Two things," He said, maintaining his icy tone but being deceptively polite as he stepped in the room and partially shut the door eyeing his mother with a deadeyed glare, "One: Ms. Duncan isn't going on medication as long as I am around her; And Two: When was the last time I did what the hell you told me to do?"<br/><br/>He punctuated his question with a really hard door slam. He was furious but the same time he was elated. This conflicting feelings led to him barricading Emma's door with the heavy steel dresser in room just to discourage any more visitors. When finished withat that little chore, he cleaned up in Emma's bathroom and layed back down next to her.<br/><br/>He knew he'd have to explain the reason behind the barricaded door to Emma when she woke up but right now he just held her, too tense and angry to go back to sleep.