Emison Fanfiction

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I pull my mother into a tight hug as she begins to cry harder. I'm sure the neighbours can hear her wracked sobs. 

I don't cry. I am too shocked to really think about it or what it means. I don't know what to feel or what I should feel in the moment. What does she mean my father didn't make it? Of course I know what that means. I just don't believe it. There must be some kind of mistake! In a week or so he'll come waltzing through the door with a box or pepperoni and cheese pizza with extra cheese. I know it! 

I bring my mother to her room after about 2 hours of comforting and cuddling, and lie her down in bed. I lightly kiss her forehead as she begins to doze off, then soundlessly escape to my room. I grab my lucky swimsuit - I beat a huge time record in it - and head out the door to the public pool that is closed at this time but I sneak in anyway as I know that no one will be there.

I jump in the water ignoring the sting of the cold water surrounding me and begin swimming laps. I push myself harder than I ever have before, suddenly beginning to feel angry. I swim faster and faster until I am reaching each end in less than 5 seconds - or at least it feels that way.

I push and push until I can go no longer reaching for the side of the pool and using the last of my strength to pull my long body out of the water and collapse onto the side, breathing heavily trying to catch my breath. 

I watch as the sun begins to set and the stars start to appear in the now dark sky, slightly panting still not only because I pushed myself so hard, but because I'm thinking about my father and the fact that he may not be alive anymore.

My dad and I had a very close relationship. When I was little, we'd go on walks at night while my mother was working, to what we called our special place, which was just the park at night while there is no one almost except a few teenagers, but they had their spot and we went nowhere near them. We'd bring beach towels along with us and place them on the empty soccer field, lie down on them and stargaze together. 

"I see a kitty cat!" I said, I remember one night.

"I see you, Emmy," he said with almost no emotion in his voice. "I want you to know that I love you no matter what and that I will always love you even when I'm not around anymore."\

"You mean when I get big and move out?" I asked, giggling quietly to myself  imagining him grey and old.

"Of course, Emmy."

I never thought about that again, until he sat my mom and I down to tell us he was going to fight in Afghanistan with the army. Then I finally understood what he meant after thinking about all the things he had told me. My mother was horrified and was a wreck for was felt like a month. She wasn't eating properly, she gained a few pounds while she was at it, and she was like a living zombie. We got her help though and she was diagnosed with depression which I had suspected. The therapist helped her get used to it and get back on track with her eating habits and soon enough, she was back to the mother I knew, loved and needed at thirteen. 

After thinking about this, it hits me. My father, Wayne Fields, is dead. He was killed. Gone. 

I pull my self up and walk sluggishly over to the small structure next to the pool, lean my back against it, and start balling. "I-I know you can't hear me or see me, but I want you to know that I miss you daddy. I'll love you forever and always until and after the day I die. I hope you are resting in peace and are happy wherever you are. F-free," I whisper quietly to myself.

"Emily?" a familiar voice calls out. "Is that you?"

I try to stop the tears from flowing but I can't. Every time I get close, my dad's handsome face appears back into my thoughts. "N-no?" I almost question. 

Her foot steps draw nearer and louder. "Em! Are you okay??" I cry harder at the nickname, but not because I don't like it, but because I do and for some reason that makes me somewhat happy, and like I've finally found the one person to make me happy. 

What she is doing here, I do not know, and frankly, I don't really care in the moment. I allow her to sit next to me and drape her arm around my shoulders and bring my to hers. We stay this way for quite some time, and she during this time, she doesn't bother to ask anything, she just listens to me sob while gently caressing my arm with the hand attached to the arm around my shoulders. 

"Everything is going to be okay," she breathes, barely audible. "No matter if you're afraid." 

She repeats those words many times, until I begin to feel drowsy. I think she senses this, as she unwraps her arm from around me and helps me up from the ground. 

"I'll bring you back to your house," she state calmly, showing no worry in her voice whatsoever. 

"C-can you stay with me?" I'm not sure why I ask her this, but it slips out with and I can't take it back now. 

"Only for a little while. Okay?" This time I can hear the pity in her voice, but I'm too tired and broken inside to really care.

"Okay," I reply, my voice cracking a little as his face returns to my mind. 

I guide her to my house and enter quietly so we don't wake my sleeping mother and I lead her to my room. I think that it's only fair that I tell her what is going on after what she's done for me in the past few hours. 

By now it's nearly midnight, and we are both sitting on my bed in silence, waiting for one of us to explain what we were doing at the pool during closed hours. But no one talks, so I take initiative.

"How did you find me?" I ask, my voice raspy from all the crying I had done.

"Well, not only is it a public pool," she laughs lightly as she says this, and so do I. "but it's on the way from my house to my spot. I decided to go for a walk as I needed space, but I heard loud crying noises on my way there so I decided to investigate. Why were you there?" she bluntly asks again. Man this girl has nerve.

"I found out my father died today," I reply upfront. "He was in the Pennsylvania National Guard. Lieutenant Colonel."

"I'm sorry," she says as she warps her arm back around my shoulders and pulls me closer, but still not close enough. "You should get some sleep." She gestures from me to get in bed, assuring me she won't leave until I'm fast asleep.

I close my eyes and let my mind explore all the good memories there are of my father and I. After about fifteen minutes, my breathing evens out as I begin to doze off. Just as I'm about to fall asleep, Ali leans forwards and plants a kiss on my cheek. "I like you, Em," she says to herself extremely quietly. "A lot." With that, she tiptoes out of my room and I soon hear the front sure closing firmly shut.

Author's Note:

There is Chapter 2! 

I want to thank w0nd3erland18 for commenting, voting and adding this! It means a ton! And it also encouraged me to keep updating! And thus, I will continue to update daily! There will be at least one part everyday or maybe more who knows on days like today where I'm doing absolutely nothing!

I will be editing this at the end, but for now I'm not really reading through it all, but I'll do my best to avoid stupid grammar mistakes and other things of the sort! 

Thank you for reading! Comment your feedback on the story so I know what to change and to continue! Vote only if you want to! Thanks!

~ Alexis