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In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the
world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me
strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes
*Martina McBride*In My Daughter's Eyes*
*Feb.22, 1931*
EMMETT'S POV:
After along days work, my brother's and I are going to MacDouglas Bar. I know I am only 15, but I am turning 16 in March, so it's not that big of a deal really. All 5 of us are sitting around our usual table, checking out the girls that are in the bar. Not many do come here, and if a girl was in here, either she was looking for her husband to come home, or this girl had no class at all. These types of girls will do anything for a young, good looking male like myself to pay attention to them.
I can't help it if I'm so attractive that girls just fall over themselves to be with me. I'm a ladies man, just like everyother male in my family. Not many girls in here tonight tho, but there is a cute red head that keeps looking at me. I wink at her, and she blushes and looks away, but looks back at me. I give her my smile, and before I even knew her name, we were in the bathroom, her skirt bundled up around her waist, and my pants were down at my feet.
After that little romp, my brothers and I left. I didn't even catch that girls name, but you knew she wasn't from around here, so I probably wouldn't see her again. I like those types of girls. I have only slept with a few girls from Gatlinburg, but then they always get so clingy, thinking that we are together, and they all cried, knowing that they were just a one night stand.
It was probably only 6 pm, and we were walking up the street to our family home, when a police man was walking out of our house. Thinking the worse, we all ran into the house, not even stopping to take off our shoes.
We heard the radio on in the livingroom, and saw that my mother was in her chair, and my father was in his chair. Nothing out of place there, but what was out of place was a baby my mom was holding.
"Albert, Gavin, Noah, and Ray, please go to your rooms, your mother and I would like to speak to Emmett alone." My brothers started to go up the stairs, but stopped once my mother spoke. "Please try to keep Anita, Willow, and Ivory from coming down here. You know how your sisters get." With a quick 'yes mom' from my brothers they were up the stairs, and I was left alone with our parents.
My father told me to sit down, and I did. Still looking at the baby, trying to figure out why this has to deal with me.
"Your mother and I got an interesting visit today from Officer O'Davies. He brought along this baby girl, and told us that she is yours." I was shocked. This baby could not be mine. I know for a fact none of the girls in town that I have slept with have gotten pregnant by me. Heck, they won't even look at me now.
"I think he is wrong father. None of the town girls I know have gotten pregnant." There that should put an end to that. "He said that it wasn't a town girl." My face went white, when my father said that. "Officer O'Davies said a young girl named Elise Marr dropped this little baby off at the police station, saying that 10 months ago, she was in town visiting some family, and met a young man by the name of Emmett McCarty. Said that both of you slept together, and she knows that this baby is yours, because she has only ever slept with you."
Crap, I do remember a girl named Elise was here, and that she was a virgin. I heard a soft giggle, and I looked up at saw the most gorgeous baby girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Dark brown hair, with big blue eyes looking at me, and she smiled at me, and I couldn't help smiling back. She had my dimples!
"This Elise girl left a note, and some clothes and such for you." My mother handed me the note, and I began to read it outload.
Dear Emmett,
you probably don't remember me, but I remember you. Your the one that got me pregnant with a child that I do not wish to have. If you don't want her, then she give her up, because I am not taking care of this child. I am far to young to even have a child, so she is all yours. Her name is Anastasia, and she was born on Jan. 12th, 1931. Please do not try to contact me, I have no urge to see this child again. You are all she has got.
Elise Marr.
Once I was done reading the letter, you could litereally hear a pin drop. Even Anastasia wasn't crying or fussing. I was so mad, I tore the letter up, and took my little angel into my arms, and held her against me.
I, for some strange reason started to cry with my little girl in my arms. "I promise that I will take care of you Anastasia. I will never give you up, I will take good care of you sweetie," and for the first time, I kissed my daughter.
I heard some sniffing, and saw that my mom was crying also. I know for a fact, she would never give up any of her children. She loves kids so much. That is why she has so many.
"Now that is what I want to hear from you son. This little girl needs you, wait, she needs us all, and she will be loved." My father said as he gave me a smile.
*March 19, 1931*
Today is my 16th birthday, and I'm celebrating with all my family. The last few weeks have been tough, but I wouldn't change my life for anything in the world. Anastasia hardly ever cries, and she sleeps through the night. My mother is angry at that. Saying how unfair it is that I have a child that sleeps through the night, and I would only sleep a few hours at a time when I was a baby.
We just finished dinner, and now it is time for presents! My little angel was in my brother Ray's arms. She had a purple bow stuck to her head, and she didn't seem to care. She was laughing and clapping her hands in excitement.
"This one is from your mother and I." I opened my gift from my parents, and got some new work shoes. I kissed my mother, and thanked them for the gift, because I needed new work shoes. My old ones were almost worn out.
"We all got you this." My brothers gave me some new jeans. I thanked them. The probably had to save up for awhile for these. We didn't have much money.
"This is from us Emmett." My youngest sister Ivory said to me. I unwrapped the gift, and inside was a homemade picture frame with a picture of Anastasia and I in it. I was sleeping with Anastasia on my chest, and we were as happy as can be in the picture. I gave my sisters all hugs, and took my little girl from now Gavin's arms.
After everything was cleaned up, and Anastasia and my younger sisters were in bed, my brothers wanted me to go out with them. I really wanted to, but I didn't want to burden my parents, and Anita with watching my daughter.
After much convincing, my family finally got me out of the house. We went to McDouglas bar, and got some beer. There were lots of pretty girls in here tonight, and one actually caught my brother Albert's eye. He is very picky on women who he dates.
Some girl came up to me, and started to flirt with me, and I started to flirt right back. It was nice to feel like a teenager, even if it was just for alittle bit.
The girl's name was Becca, and she told me that she just moved to town. She asked me what I do, and I told her that I worked on railroad with my brothers. She didn't even ask me for my name, and I wasn't willing to just tell her it. I've become more guarded when it comes to telling people my name. I know there is gossip about me around town.
So to be polite, I asked her questions, but she was kinda boring. Then she started to talk about the town gossip, that I really don't care much about. "This town is so boring. Not much seems to go on around here, but I have heard of this guy named Emmett, who knocked up some out of town girl, and he got stuck with the bastard child. Can you believe it?"
Noah heard it all, and he saw me shaking with anger. He started to walk towards me. I can't believe that girl just said that! How dare she? I stood up, and started to walk away from this girl, but I guess this girl wasn't smart enough, because she said. "Let me guess, your friends with this Emmett guy?"
Noah put his hand on my shoulder as I turned around slowly, and I marched right back to the table, and looked her right in the eyes, and said. "I AM that Emmett guy, and MY CHILD is not a bastard! Don't ever say anything like that again about my daughter!" I thought that Becca was going to faint. She started to say sorry, but I wouldn't listen to it. I walked out of the bar, and back to my house, with my brothers right behind me.
We walked into the house, and my parents started to ask us how our night went, but stopped once they say my face. I walked right past them and into my room, where Anastasia was fast asleep in her crib. I watched her for who knows how long that night.
*Jan.12th, 1933*
Wow I can't believe Anastasia is 2 years old today. Time is just flying by way to fast for my liking. At 9 months, she said her first word. 'Dadda'. My family still thinks her first word was 2 months later, but I know at 9 months, she said 'Dadda'. At 10 months she started to learn how to walk. Well try to, because she kept on falling down, and everytime she fell, I was right there to pick her up.
Anastasia was sitting at the head of the table, with gifts infront of her. Her eyes were huge with wonder. We sang happy birthday to her, and she blew out the candle...with some of my help of course. She ate her cake, and now she is waiting like a good girl, to open her presents.
When she looked at me with those big blue eyes, pleading with me to open her presents now, I nodded my head yes, and she let out happy squeal and opened the first gift. We still didnt' have alot of money, but we did our best.
The first gift was a box of crayola crayons and blank paper from my sisters. Anastasia loves to 'draw'.
Next was a teddy bear, from my brothers. Anastasia saw the teddy bear in the toy store window one day last year, and it was just to much money for me to buy it for her, and everytime we would walk by that store after that, she would stop and stare at it.
Anastasia kissed all of her uncles on the cheek, thanked them over and over again. They were like putty in her hands. If she said jump they would say how high. They would do anything for this little girl, just like I would.
My mother made her a new quilt. In her favourite colour, which is purple, and my father made her a new desk chair. She was getting to big for her old one. Like the good little girl that she is, she thanked them and gave them each a kiss.
Now it is time for my gift. Anastaisa opened her gift from me, and held up the pretty purple dress that I bought her. She doesn't have many things that are hers. She wears my sisters hand me downs. My little angel gave me the worlds sweetest kiss, and hugged me, and I hugged her back.
*July,19th 1935*
I can't believe my little angel is 4 years old. Heck I can't believe I am 20 years old. The last 4 years have been the best years of my life. All because of my daughter.
I've tried dating, but once my dates found out I had a daughter, they wanted nothing to do with me. Which was fine with me, because I was not having some rude women going anywhere near my daughter.
Today is the day I am going up moutains to do some hunting. I really enjoy going out into the wild, but hated being away from my daughter for so long. Speaking of which, I can hear some soft cries that just break my heart coming from her bedroom.
I took into her room and she is sitting on her bed, holding onto her trusty teddy bear that she has had since she was 2. She was crying, and it broke my heart to see her cry. I sat on the bed next to her, and she flung herself at me.
"Don't cry angel, daddy will back in a few days. I promise, and do I ever go back on my promises?" Anatasia shook her head no at me. "I know Daddy, but I just don't want you to do. I want you to stay here with me."
"I know sweetie, but I must go hunting so we will have meat for autumn and winter. Do you really want to eat veggies all winter long?" Anatasia scrunched up her nose, laughed and shook her head at me.
With her still in my arms, I went downstairs to say goodbye to everyone. With one finale kiss from my daughter, I was gone. Who would of thought that this would be the last time I would see my daughter alive.
AN:Hope you liked this chapter. I'm working on the next chapter as we speak! Don't forget to leave a review! Thank you :P
