Hi again I know I'm supposed to be working on Scared of The Good More Than The Evil but I had a dream about this last night and I immediately knew it was the story I was born to write! I've got a couple of chapters of Scared written so they will keep coming but I'll also work on this. This chapter is just kinda to set things up so forgive me if it's a bit boring at the moment! This story isn't about Emily getting revenge. It's pretty much AU but with some canon aspects… Truth is, I don't fully know yet! Please bear with me and leave me a review with any thoughts, comments or desires you may possess! Love you all!

Emily had never felt so out of place as she did when she first entered the Davis household. It was like no other foster home she had been in before; elegant, spotless, huge… it was like the White House in comparison to every other one she had experienced since her father was taken away from her. This time it was different though, Emily no longer had to live in fear of having to move on but that didn't mean that she didn't. She had been adopted by Lydia Davis, a kind woman who did a lot of great work with the Alanwood Juvenile Detention Centre. Lydia had taken a shine to the sixteen year and ultimately decided to take the teen into her own home, knowing that the unstable environment in which she had grown up was one of the main reasons she ended up in Alanwood. She had a son of her own, Tyler, who was nearly eighteen. She had been married but her husband had cheated on her and they were divorced three years ago.

Despite the welcome change, Emily was still wary. She could never allow herself to open up to anyone for fear of being taken away again or being hurt. She was terrified of actually growing to love a family only to have to move on again not half a year later. Uncertainty was part and parcel of her life and she couldn't just believe that was going to change all of a sudden even though she was now legally Lydia's daughter. Lydia had a son of her own, Tyler, who was nearly eighteen. She and Tyler's father were divorced not three years ago after he cheated on her. That was what had driven her to work with the Alanwood centre; the divorce had left her millions richer and she wanted to put some of that to good use. What better way, she thought, than to help corrupted kids turn their lives around and make a good future for themselves?

Emily stood just inside the door of her new bedroom and stared at what was before her. Ever since Lydia had shown her to the room twenty minutes prior, she had not been able to do anything else. Emily should have been relieved or happy, she knew that, but yet it felt wrong. She had a large room to herself with a huge double bed and everything she could possibly need or want. The walls were painted cream with a tasteful feature wall behind the bed with ornate gold wallpaper. Her closet was bigger then the room she had at Alanwood and it was stocked with all these designer clothes in every colour imaginable with shoes and accessories to match. She had gone from having everything to nothing and back to everything again and it seemed way too good to be true.

There was a sudden knock on the door and Emily nearly jumped out of her skin. She was so caught up in her reverie that she had not heard anyone coming. When she turned around she saw Lydia standing there with an apologetic look on her face. This is it, Emily concluded, she's come to tell me that she made a mistake and I can't stay here.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to check if you were settling in okay," the kind woman said in a soft tone.

Emily relaxed a little. So she hadn't come to tell her not to bother unpacking. "Yes, thank you, I'm doing fine," she replied but hardly believed herself.

Lydia frowned. "Is that why you haven't moved from the spot?" she asked and didn't get an answer. "I know this is difficult but please make try to make yourself at home. This is your home now Emily. There will be no more changing around like you did before Alanwood, I promise. The sooner you try to let all the past bad things go, the sooner you will feel happy. That's all I want."

"Why do you even care?" the vulnerable sixteen year old had to ask. No-one was ever nice to her just for the sake of it. They always wanted something.

She smiled sadly and stroked her adopted daughter's golden hair. "I know it's not what you're used to but, Emily, I want you to know that I really do care about you. You're part of family now. I'm not going to send you away. You're going to live here and you're going to go school… you, Tyler and I are going to be a family. I know it's going to take a lot of adjusting but I'm sure that soon enough you will be happy here." Emily just stared at her feet. "Tell you what; you don't have to unpack your stuff right away. Dinner is going to be ready in a few minutes, why don't you come downstairs and you can get to know Tyler better?" Lydia wondered, trying to make the poor girl feel a bit better.

That was the last thing Emily wanted to do but she didn't want to be rude to the woman who had done so much for her. She made a weak attempt at a fake smile. "That sounds good."

When they reached the sitting room, Tyler was sitting on one of the luxurious couches with his legs tucked beneath him using an expensive looking laptop. Upon their entry he glanced up for a second before his eyes returned to the screen. He said nothing. Lydia frowned at her former only child. "Tyler, why don't you put that thing away for a while?"

He glared at the two women. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do," his mother answered him firmly. She sat down on one of the larger couches and gestured for her newly adopted daughter to sit down next to her. Emily obliged, though her every movement was awkward. Tyler huffed as he closed the laptop and placed it on the coffee table. "Tyler this is Emily, Emily this is my son Tyler. He's a senior in the school you will be attending on Monday. He likes it very much and I'm sure you will too. Isn't that right, Ty?"

He shrugged. "I guess."

"I know the parents of most of the students and they'll all good kids, are they not?" Again he shrugged but this time said nothing. "The teachers are all very helpful too. I'm sure that you won't find fault with the school."

A maid entered the room. "Dinner is served, Ms Davis."

Lydia smiled at her. "Thank you Elaine," she said and stood up. By that time Tyler had already left the room. Emily had just met him and already despised him. She immediately knew it would be a miracle if they could get along. Not that she wanted to anyway; she was more than happy to stay out of his way. Lydia sighed at the atrocious behaviour of her son before leading the newest addition to the family to the dining room.

The meal was far better than anything Emily could ever remember getting. She had forgotten what it was like to get good home-cooked food. While they ate, Emily tried to keep her head down and focus on her food thus ignoring Tyler's scowling but was kept from doing so by Lydia's constant small talk. She appreciated that the matriarch was trying to make her feel at least comfortable if not yet at home but all the sixteen year old felt like doing was eat her dinner as quick as possible and go up to her room.

Emily felt completely overwhelmed by the change of scenery and needed to adjust in her own time. Tyler's sulking was not at all helpful. She understood that he felt like she was intruding, she felt so too, but there was an arrogant and obnoxious air about him that she hated.

Eventually Emily could take it no longer. "I'm not feeling well, is it okay if I go to bed early?" she asked quietly.

Lydia looked at the young girl with concern. "It's only eight o'clock. Are you alright?"

She nodded. "Yeah, it's just been a long day. I'm just kind of exhausted…"

"That's understandable. Would you like anything? I could have Elaine bring you up some tea or hot chocolate."

Emily shook her head. "I'm okay. Thank you for the lovely dinner though," she added to make her new mother feel better.

"You're welcome. If you get thirsty or hungry during the night the kitchen is just through there," Lydia pointed an open set of double doors, "Sleep well."

"Thanks," she smiled falsely before standing up and making her way as quickly as she could to the stairs.

When she was gone Lydia frowned at her son. "You could have made her feel more welcome," she chastised the seventeen year old, "You promised you would. Do you know how hard this is for her?"

Tyler arched an eyebrow. "In that case, I guess I'll get out the welcome wagon!" he said sarcastically.

"There's no need to be so smart."

"You know what most people get for their eighteenth birthday? A car or something like that but, no, I get an ex-convict!"

Lydia gave her soon a disappointed look. "There's no need to be so cruel, Tyler. You don't know how lucky you are to have a life like you do. You have no idea what that girl has gone through in her life. The last thing she needs is to come into a family and have her new brother act like she doesn't even exist."

"Whatever," he said bluntly, "May I be excused? Daniel and I were kind of in the middle of a conversation before."

His mother sighed. "Alright, just try to be nice, okay?"

Tyler smiled falsely. "Oh I sure she and I are going to be best friends," he said sarcastically before leaving the table.

Despite how tired she was, Emily found herself unable to fall asleep that night. The bed was extremely comfortable but it felt very strange to be living in such luxury. Lydia was really nice; she wasn't sure that should make her feel more at ease but it didn't. If anything it made her feel even more anxious than if she been with another family. Emily was so scared that she wouldn't live up to their standards. Once upon a time she had been from the same world but that seemed like a lifetime ago now. Sometimes she thought it would have been easier if she had had a bad childhood instead of falling from a height. Becoming part of that world again only set her up for an even bigger fall.

It was nights like this that Emily always ended up thinking about her father, the one person she loved more than anything. He had been her knight in shining armour when she was a little girl. David had always taken care of her and she knew that he loved her just as much as she loved him. The night he was taken away, her whole world turned upside down. A single tear trickled down her cheek; Emily had cried so many times that that was all she could give the subject anymore. Crying her eyes out every night was futile. This time was different, however. Emily let the tears fall freely; she was back where it all began.