Fanon:Silver Lining

Summary:
Yay a new fanon! Ok so Silver Lining is about a woman who's trying to escape her awful past, and moved to the tiny town of Carolina Bay to try and start over. Will she be happy and successful with her new life, or will her traumatic past catch up to her? And will romance bloom for the long-time widow? And this time I'm skipping right to the story. Luvyalife1998 00:04, July 9, 2011 (UTC)

Story
''"No....please!! Leave her alone! Get away from my daughter...nooo!" ''

   *BANG*

".....Daddy?"

"Emmy- get out of here! ....Run! Qui-!"

   *BANG*BANG*

The same flashback. It came to her in the weirdest places, at the weirdest of times. At the mall, in the bathtub watching TV. And whenever it came, it was always with the same intensity, the same clairty, like it was happening all over again. Although she tried to stay tough and confident on the outside, the awful memories were chasing her, pushing the fragile girl over the edge, breaking her. All she wanted to do was escape them, start over as a new, stronger person.

But no matter how hard she tried, she knew it was never going to happen.

Chapter 1:
''A blanket of twinkling stars draped across the deep night sky over a tiny Carolina Bay cottage. Through the front door and into the small living room, you'd find a young girl, maybe 20, huddled on the cheap couch, trembling with her gentle sobs, tears leaking out of her bright green eyes and down her pale face. Her thin arms wrapped around her tiny, fragile frame, she would cry for hours. Seemingly about nothing, but if you listened closely, watched her full pink lips form words, you would hear one thing as she cried.''

"....Daddy."

Soon the sun shone through the dusty old windows, and Emily Sparks slowly got up from the patched-up couch that she had been her make-shift bed. Yawning and stretching, she stood up gracefully and ran a hand carelessly through her curly jet black hair that had been squished while she slept. Sighing, the young girl headed down the creaky wood hallways to the tiny bathroom, where she slipped into a cold shower, trying to wipe the tears off her face. After getting dressed in a black office skirt and matching blazer over a ruffly white shirt and cute black heels, she combed her waist length hair and brushed her teeth quickly. She sighed as she checked herself over in the mirror. She looked far from glamorous, her face clear of makeup, and her work clothes barely hid her 2 month baby bump.

The fact that she was pregnant was something that she didn't want getting out. The town already had their doubts about her, and most of the gossip of the sleepy little town was about the newcomer and her mysterious arrival on the dreary March day a month ago. Her life was tough enough as it was- she really didn't need the baby, and its father was reason enough not to go through with the pregnancy. But, being the strongly religous girl that she was, she couldn't go through with killing an innocent baby with an abortion.

Walking out the door with her purse in hand, she climbed into her rusty old pickup truck and started down the dusty road to the tiny offices that she worked at.

Her small heels clicked as she quickly walked down the tile hallway at a steady pace, ignoring all the looks she got from her curious co-workers. Emily was shy and usually quiet at work, never making a scene. The people at the office didn't mind her- she was polite and got the job done, which was all that mattered. But an air of mystery was still wrapped around the young girl, and the people couldn't help but wonder.

It was 8:30 when Emily finally sat down in the chair behind her desk in her cramped office. Across from her desk she could see her boss, Mr. Simms, who watched her as she sat down and waved with a grin. God, she loved that smile. Trying to play the part of the shy co-worker, she smiled hestitantly back, before looking down at her plain desk. There was a stack of paperwork on the company's finances on the corner of her desk to go through, along with a cup of coffee (she always had one delivered).

She worked calmly and efficently for a few hours, before her thoughts drifted and she began to remember everything.

And before she knew it, the flashback started again and she let out a huge scream.

Chapter 2: "Emily...? Emily are you okay?" a concerned voice made her wake up from her nightmares.

She opened her soft green eyes and looked up into the face of her boss, Matthew. His eyebrows were knitted together in concern above his ocean blue eyes. She realized he was tucked in his arms, with him sitting on the floor, and blushed. He smiled and breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness you're alright," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You started screaming and fell out of your chair. I was so worried."

Emily, being the shy girl she was, blushed even deeper and smiled weakly. "I'm just fine."

"That's good," Matthew said, lifting her to her feet and walking her over to her comfy office chair, which she promptly sat down in. "but I still want you to take the rest of the day off. I think you need some rest."

"N-no, I'm okay," she said, but then was overcome with dizziness and a wave of nausea. She moaned in pain and Matthew said sternly, "That's it. I'm driving you home."

Emily thought of resisting, but really felt awful and just wanted to rest. "Thank you so much. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not. Now let's get going," he replied, smiling. Emily felt her heart flutter looking at the cocky girn on his face.

The pair got a lot of weird looks from the other office members as they walked slowly out to the parking lot where Matt's fancy red sports car was waiting for them. Matt unlocked the doors with a beep and Emily slid into the comfy leather seat on the passenger side. Matt got in the other side and buckled his seat belt in a smooth, fluid motion. The engine started up with a soft purr and Matt backed swiftly out of the parking lot.

Emily found Matt really easy to talk to. He was funny and sweet and she could talk about anything with him. The car ride was pretty short and Emily realized how happy she was talking with him the minute that they pulled into Emily's dusty old driveway.

"Um...thanks so much for everything," she said shyly, trying to break the awkward moment, and looked up at him from under her long eyelashes.

He stared back at her with that sexy grin, and tossed his chestnut brown hair. "Aww, it was nothing. I don't mind giving pretty girls rides."

Emily giggled. "You are such a flirt."

"Just figuring that out?"

She stuck her tounge out playfully. "But I love that about you."

And before she knew what she was doing, she placed a kiss on his cheek.