Empty Promises
by A.Lakewood
Disclaimer: Don't own Everwood or the characters. If I did, I wouldn't still have this craptastic heap of plastic that's a sorry excuse for a computer.
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Everwood.
Everwood, Colorado.
I live in Everwood, Colorado, and I was brought here against my will. Where my 'father' got the idea to just pick us up and move us out here, I have no clue. But I do know that he should seriously think about being checked for a mental illness. I also know that I miss New York.
And Mom.
He really had no right, taking us - me and Delia - from our home the way he did. Things were finally getting back to some semblance of normal and then were uprooted. Transplanted from our environment to this alien one. I don't like this place.
I thought I had made a friend. I should have realized something was up - she was beautiful. But, no. I was blinded by that beauty and the hope that someone like her might actually like me. That anyone in the place might like me. But I was being used. A pawn in a plot to bring her comatose boyfriend back. She manipulated me to get to my brain-surgeon father. It wasn't really about me.
It never is.
Even what's going on now. This is something that shouldn't happen to a child of a world-renowned physician.
It's all about the 'Great Doctor Brown.' Miracle-Worker Extraordinaire. Yep. That's my dad. And if you can't feel the false enthusiasm dripping from that phrase, any hope on you is lost.
I don't hate my dad. I just resent him. Most times. I guess I don't really know the guy; I don't have much to base my feelings on. Except the missed birthday parties and recitals and school graduations.
And, now, after fifteen years of not being there, he thinks that he can just become Super-Dad. When I get home from school, he asks me how my day was. He tries to start conversations with me. He's begun to realize his attempts at trying to get to know me know are futile, especially at this point where he won't ever have another chance.
But, Delia. Poor, misguided Delia. She doesn't see Dad for who he is. Is it better that way? Perhaps. For now, anyway. He has yet to let her down. Or, maybe he just learned from the mistakes he made with me.
However, she's never gonna get the pony.
Empty promises will only get Dad so far before something goes wrong that will completely change the way Delia sees him.
I kinda hope that day never comes when Delia stops believing in him.
If I'm not here, who else will she have?
Fin
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A/N: Reviews much appreciated. They make my e-mailbox feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Also, I'm not quite sure whether or not to continue this. If you like it and want more, I'll try to get out another part, okay? Thanks for taking the time to read my story.
Disclaimer: Don't own Everwood or the characters. If I did, I wouldn't still have this craptastic heap of plastic that's a sorry excuse for a computer.
X X X
Everwood.
Everwood, Colorado.
I live in Everwood, Colorado, and I was brought here against my will. Where my 'father' got the idea to just pick us up and move us out here, I have no clue. But I do know that he should seriously think about being checked for a mental illness. I also know that I miss New York.
And Mom.
He really had no right, taking us - me and Delia - from our home the way he did. Things were finally getting back to some semblance of normal and then were uprooted. Transplanted from our environment to this alien one. I don't like this place.
I thought I had made a friend. I should have realized something was up - she was beautiful. But, no. I was blinded by that beauty and the hope that someone like her might actually like me. That anyone in the place might like me. But I was being used. A pawn in a plot to bring her comatose boyfriend back. She manipulated me to get to my brain-surgeon father. It wasn't really about me.
It never is.
Even what's going on now. This is something that shouldn't happen to a child of a world-renowned physician.
It's all about the 'Great Doctor Brown.' Miracle-Worker Extraordinaire. Yep. That's my dad. And if you can't feel the false enthusiasm dripping from that phrase, any hope on you is lost.
I don't hate my dad. I just resent him. Most times. I guess I don't really know the guy; I don't have much to base my feelings on. Except the missed birthday parties and recitals and school graduations.
And, now, after fifteen years of not being there, he thinks that he can just become Super-Dad. When I get home from school, he asks me how my day was. He tries to start conversations with me. He's begun to realize his attempts at trying to get to know me know are futile, especially at this point where he won't ever have another chance.
But, Delia. Poor, misguided Delia. She doesn't see Dad for who he is. Is it better that way? Perhaps. For now, anyway. He has yet to let her down. Or, maybe he just learned from the mistakes he made with me.
However, she's never gonna get the pony.
Empty promises will only get Dad so far before something goes wrong that will completely change the way Delia sees him.
I kinda hope that day never comes when Delia stops believing in him.
If I'm not here, who else will she have?
Fin
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A/N: Reviews much appreciated. They make my e-mailbox feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Also, I'm not quite sure whether or not to continue this. If you like it and want more, I'll try to get out another part, okay? Thanks for taking the time to read my story.