My events following season four episode one. There is one major change though. In season three Charlotte did not miscarry the baby. She delivered a healthy baby girl and the whole thing about Jack being the one that kidnapped her never happened. Charlotte and Jack still have a great relationship. She's also not relapsing.

So basically I want to know if you all think I should continue. I watched the first episode online and I loved it. I really should be waiting until It comes on tv next year, presumably in February or March, but I couldn't wait that long.

Chapter one

Emily's POV

How did Victoria get out of the mental hospital? That's the burning question in my mind.

"Victoria!" I call out as I reopen the door seconds after I closed it on her. She's nowhere to be found. Typical Victoria just disappearing like that. I shake my head and walk back inside and shut the door. I also look the door. I never did that, lock the doors on the beach house. But this house is bigger and worth a lot more. Nolan was right I need a name for the house. I think I'll call it Emily's manor. No, that's not classy enough. It need to be something very classy. I'll ask for Nolan's help, he'll know what to call it. He's be hurdling names at me left right and centre all week. I just can't remember any of them.

I should probably find Victoria. I'll do it tomorrow though. She's just escaped out of a mental hospital, I'd be a fool to let her roam around the city. Who knows what she'll tell everybody. I know that she told Charlotte and Daniel that she was traveling, but that excuse can't last forever. She didn't bring them anything, it won't take long for them to figure out what happened. And when they do they'll come straight for me. They don't trust me anymore. I can understand why Charlotte doesn't, and one way or another I will make it right between us. I really want to have a sisterly relationship with Charlotte, get to know her daughter. She deserves to know the truth and I owe it to her. But she might never forgive me for what I've done. I have lied to her about Amanda being her sister when I really am. I've lied to her face about so many things. And the way our relationship is right now I don't know how to tell her. But one day I will and like I said one day I will make things right between us. It just might take time.

But Daniel shot me and I didn't tell the police. As far as I'm concerned he owes me a favour, big time. He might not see it that way but I do. I walk upstairs and into my bedroom and out onto the veranda. I'll never tire of this view. I can see the whole beach, and the beach house. It's a view that brings me relief. The salty sea breeze is calming and refreshing. I could spend hours out here, just thinking and admiring the view. I spend what seems to be like hours out here before I eventually calling it a night and heading to bed.


That night- Nolan's POV

I sit in on my couch in my house drinking a glass of red wine, I think Emily gave me this bottle. It's very nice, I should see where she got it from. How could I be so silly as to think Emily was done with the Red sharpie. She's addicted to Revenge. It's become something she can't live without. With all the girls been trough you'd cut her some slack for wanting to get revenge, but Victoria was locked up and Conrad was dead. It's time see emended the relationships that she's shattered and look forward. She owes it to herself to give herself the happy ending she's always needed. I wish she could see that though.


That night- Victoria's POV

I wake up in a dark room. It's rather large and looks like it was plastic or while cloth over the furniture so it doesn't get dusty. I feel like I'm going insane. Did I really just see David Clarke? The Same David Clarke that has been dead for god knows how long. It couldn't be true could it? I am in a rage. Fire is building up in me. How dare he come back and kidnap me like this. After all these years, he turns out to be alive! I'm about to loose it when he emerges from upstairs.

"Victoria," he says.


That night- Charlotte's POV

I'm so tired and so stressed out. I'm raising a six month old alone and it's tiring. I have little time for sleep and little to no time to myself. It's hard raising Georgia alone. She's a very active six month old and demands a lot of attention. But she's finally asleep. I take a deep breath and breath. I sit down on the couch and relax before I hear a cry coming from Georgia's room. I swear it's like she knows when I'm relaxing. I wish Declan were here to help. I wish I had of told him about the baby. The reason I didn't was because I didn't want him to stress and worry over it. With everything that was happening he just needed to relax. At least I've got Jack's support.

I get up and make my way to her bedroom. I pick her up out of the cot and hold her close.

"You miss your daddy don't you?" I ask while looking down affectionately at her.

"I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to tell you the story. But your daddy was a good man, he was kind and caring and the best boyfriend one could want and would have been a great father to you. His name was Declan Porter. He would have loved you so much. He would have taken care of us and protected us. Instead you've just got me. Silly old me," I say pouring my heart out. I place her back inside the cot and stroke her cheek gently until she falls asleep. Thank god she went down quickly. I don't know what I would have done if she stayed up any longer.

There is a knock at the door. I wonder who it could be knocking on the door this late. Who could want to see me? It better not be Emily. I walk to the door and open it. I see a recognisable figure. One with dark hair.

"Charlotte?" He says.

"Declan?"