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)
"No....please!! Leave her alone! Get away from my daughter...nooo!"
"Emmy- get out of here! ....Run! Qui-!"
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.
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.
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 makeshift 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.
Maybe she was being paranoid, but 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 religious 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 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 what had drawn her to their town.
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 efficiently 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.
"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 tongue out playfully. "But I love that about you."
And before she knew what she was doing, she placed a kiss on his cheek.
What the hell just happened? Emily thought to herself as she lay on her battered old couch with a hand on her forehead.
After pulling out of the kiss, Emily had been so embarrassed that she literally threw herself out of the car and shot straight up the driveway, into the house. Then she realized how dizzy she was and flopped down on the couch.
That was a pretty good summary of what had happened in the last 5 minutes, in her opinion. While lying down, she had heard his car back out and speed down the road, and sighed in relief. She was too scared to say anything to him, after she had gone and put all her feelings out in the open like that.
She knew she couldn't go to work tomorrow. To put it simply, she was a coward.
Rolling over, Emily moaned in fustration. Ever since that stupid accident, she had always bottled up her feelings, and she turned into this shy, emotionless person. But Matt, over the past 2 months she'd known him, had taken an instant liking to her and helped her show her true self. There was still a long way to go, but if they loved each other, she knew they could make it through this.
The long day of constant drama and paperwork had really worn her out, and as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but think of the man who had did this to her. The one who took away everything she had, ripped apart her beautiful life.
The father of her baby.
Only months before, Emily had been a rape victim.
She sure wasn't expecting it. Her hometown, a tiny ocean view village, had always been quiet, safe, if not a little boring. There were basically no criminals, besides a few petty thieves, something that the residents were proud of. Which was why people were so shocked to find a crazed, probably violent man wandering the streets on a chilly January day.
As Emily had no car, she had to walk the 2 blocks to her house from her office everyday. The snow was a few inches deep and she trudged through it as fast as she could.
About halfway home, she got this weird feeling. It was like she was being watched. Whipping her head around to face behind her, she saw nothing, except a tall man with an overcoat a long way away from her. Something told her that this man was dangerous, and she got so scared she broke into a full out run, and realized she was wearing 2 inch high heels when she toppled forward face first into the snow.
Panting and wiping the snow off her face, she rolled over and looked up.
Straight into the face of the creepy man.
She pushed him away as she stood up, and tried to run again while keeping her balance. It wasn't easy, that was for sure. She fell again, then cursed herself for being so slow. The man was right next to her, and her grabbed her roughly, standing her up and holding a knife to her throat.
Emily screamed for all she was worth, but creepy guy placed a grubby hand over her mouth and said, "Hey, don't be like that. I just want to have a little fun."
Emily's eyes widened and she tried to shake off the huge guy to no avail. He drugged her and started carrying her off into some dark alley.
When he pushed her into the snow piled up in the corner next to a garbage can, she caught a glimpse of his face, and almost screamed again as she recognized him.
He was her father's killer.
Emily cried herself to sleep that night.
She couldn't help it. As the memories came surging back, the tears took over and she just gave in. She hated the past, and just wanted a bright,happy future to make up for her miserable childhood.
The next morning she felt awful. Her head ached, her stomach hurt, and she could barely stand up without falling over. She sighed as she realized she wasn't going to get paid much this week. She stumbled down the hall blindly, trying to reach the home phone in the kitchen.
The buttons beeped as she shakily dialed the familiar number into the phone. Placing it next to her ear, she whispered, "I can't come in to work today."
Her boss' concerned voice came out of the other end. "That's totally fine. I hope you feel better."
She hung up quickly and tottered back to her warm, comfy bed. The cool April air was cold and she was happy to get into her bed to escape it.