Disclaimer: The song, Me and Emily, belongs to Rachel Proctor. Anything you that is foreign (you don't recognize) is mine.
Floorboard's filled with baby toys,
An' empty coke bottles an' coffee cups.
Drivin' through the rain with no radio,
Tryin' not to wake her up.
Cell phone says 'low battery',
God, what if I break down?
I'm just lookin' for an exit with a lotta lights,
A safe little interstate town.
I wasn't sad that I left. I tricked my ex-husband into signing the divorce papers, and now I was no longer Ginny Porter. I was Ginny Weasley, again. I had stayed for 3 years. And that was too long. It was time for me to realize, I didn't love him.
Just a cheap hotel,
With a single bed,
And cable TV:
Is good enough for me an' Emily.
I pulled the sleeping girl into my arms and entered the hotel, getting a room and going up to it. I laid the four-year-old on one side of the bed and locked the door. I quickly ran to my car and got the two suitcases I had brought. One for me and one for Emily.
Some day, when she's old enough,
She's gonna start askin' questions about him.
Some kid at school brings his Dad for show an' tell,
An' gets her little mind a-wonderin':
"Where's my Daddy? Do I have one?
"Does he not love me like you do?"
Oh, maybe I'll find someone to love the both of us,
An' I'll tell her when she's old enough to know the truth.
But that wasn't an option. I was still in love...with Harry. Harry Potter had been the love of my life, and then I had gotten scared. I discovered I was pregnant, afraid that Harry would leave me if he found out. I ran. I married Henry Porter. Henry looked a lot like Harry, and I found that I had never loved him. I wanted someone like Harry, but there was no one like Harry. So I made myself believe that Henry, with his jet black hair, emerald green eyes and scar on his forehead (from a bicycle accident) was more like Harry than he was. Because truth be told, he was nothing like Harry, not on the inside and not even on the outside.
Will it break her heart?
Will she understand,
That I had to leave?
That's what was best for me an' Emily.
Though I had left both men, I had left them for different reasons. I was so afraid that I would lose Harry that I ran away. I knew I couldn't bear to lose him. I had left Henry because I simply didn't love him...and so much more...
That house was never clean enough; his dinner never warm enough.
Nothing I did was ever good enough to make him happy.
So, I guess, he gave me what he thought I deserved,
But it would kill me if he ever raised his hand to her.
Henry was never happy, he gave me what he thought was what I wanted and needed. But I needed so much more. Henry had loved Emily, I guess, but he wasn't a good enough father figure. I didn't want my daughter to grow up with him as her "father". It was for Emily's sake, and for my own.
Big rigs are throwin' rain on my windshield,
An' I feel like they're laughin' at me.
Fin'lly the storm is lettin' up,
An' the mornin' is breakin' free.
It's a brand new day,
It's a second chance.
Yesterday is just a memory,
For me an' Emily.
The rain stopped pounding on the hotel windows. It was two in the morning. I lay in bed, watching my little daughter sleep. Emily deserved the best, and that was what Emily was going to get.
Floorboard is filled with baby toys,
An' empty coke bottles an' coffee cups.
Least there's one good thing that he gave me,
An' she's startin' to wake up.
A few hours later, Emily woke up.
"Mommy," Emily sat up, "Where are we?"
I sighed, "London, we're in London, sweetie."
"Why? Where's Daddy?" Emily asked, rubbing the sleepy out of her eyes.
"Honey, the man that you call "Daddy", wasn't your real Daddy. I married him when you were a year old." I waited for the worst.
"Why," Emily asked.
"Why did I leave him," I asked, Emily nodded, "Henry, wasn't the best for you. And you deserve the best, sweetie."
"I love you, mommy," Emily kissed my cheek.
"I love you too, sweetie," I embraced my small daughter, knowing that I would have to tell her eventually.
A/N I want to thank my beta and best friend, Taylor. You're great in grammar and I couldn't imagine anyone else betaing my story!
I'd also like to think Annay for pointing out a mistake I made. I had Ginny Owens instead of Ginny Porter, I originally had her name was Ginny Owens, but I changed it and forgot to change that part. Thank you!