sammansonrepilica, first he has to find her and you never know how long that will take when neither party realizes they have been wronged and what they knew was a lie.
Sam leaned back in the chair, her mind in shock and her heart in pain. Here she was in the middle of a divorce that didn't seem to be happening, on the run and pregnant with the child of a man who wanted nothing to do with her.
Great. Could this get any worse? Shaking her head of those negative thoughts she looked to Tucker and Starr who had been so helpful when she thought it wouldn't get any better, but they were right. Being pregnant was going to cause all sorts of issues with her new life. First her job would be short lived while her new image wouldn't hold with a child. She was so fucked! Touching her stomach she wondered was she the best person to be raising a child in this sort of situation. Yes. I am the person to raise my child because I can do it. Sam knew she could, but it was going to take some serious work. "I need to go and get a job," the woman stated as she stood, her eyes glittering with tears, but she sucked it in as she headed for the door. It was going to take a lot of luck.
"She's going to make it," the blond said as her husband nodded. "But first she needs a makeover." Tucker blanched before backing away.
"I am going to leave that up to you." The blond held out her hand and waited for her husband to hand her the gold card. Taking it she followed the other female, her steps quick to catch up with Sam.
"Thanks," Sam said several hours later as she looked down at their haul, most of it Starr's since Sam refused to take too much from them. She had been that way from the word go. "Now I can go and apply for a good job, but with little in the ways of skill I can't really do much."
"No special talents?" Starr inquired as she walked toward a waiting taxi, the driver getting out to assist them with their packages. Sam shook her head as she handed off the items. "Nothing that you do as a hobby?"
"Well, I do like to paint, but I haven't in such a long time and not that any of it was really great or anything."
"Let me be the judge of that," the blond said as they sat down in the cab, the seats cool from the air conditioning that blew from the front. Instructing the cab driver to head to another place, one where she could get some art supplies the pair continued to talk about all that needed to be done for Sam's new life. A few hours later the pair once again headed out to the waiting cab, this time loaded down with different kinds of art supplies, all that Starr could think of that the raven haired beauty could work with.
"I can't believe all that you're doing for me and you realize that I will be paying you back, right?" Starr shook her head. "But I can't let you s-" The blond held up her hand and stated simply that the woman could give them one of her art projects and everything would be even. "That doesn't even cover any of this!" the raven haired woman stated with a flare of arms as they entered the taxi. As the driver started up the engine again the pair argued about what Sam would be doing to pay for all the money the pair had spent on her.
By the time they entered the Foley's home they had reached an agreement. Sam would give them art, but she would reimburse them for half of what they had spent on her. Little did she know that Starr was just going give that money back when the raven haired run away headed out.
The next day Sam sat in her room, the one that was as far from the couple as possible, but still close enough that any of the adults could hear the child playing alone in the next room. The raven haired woman sat before a canvas, most of it covered already in colors that were dark and yet spoke of passion. Sam had put her emotions on the canvas that night as she lay wide awake in her bed. She had found that even as she wanted to sleep her body wouldn't allow it, that and her mind seemed to be laying the home movies out in reverse. Shaking her head she gazed into the pair of ice blue eyes that looked back at her filled with nothing. There were no emotions in the eyes that looked back at her as that was what she felt from him at that point. She had been told he didn't want her and so there was no emotion for her to see in those cold eyes.
"I can't believe I painted this shit!" she growled as she went to scrap it, but unfortunately as she went to cut the canvas with the blade that had been given to her by the store attendant she found her wrist grabbed. Looking up she found Tucker looking at the picture, his head cocked to the side. "It's crap."
"No, you just hate it because that is the baby's father," the dark skinned male stated. It was a simple statement and yet held so much for the raven haired woman. "He has no emotion." She nodded. "Is he really that lifeless or is that how you see him?" Sam didn't answer, her amethyst gaze locked on those blue eyes and she could remember all the emotion that had been in them during their time together and found that this painting was a current ideal of him, not his real form that she had looking into on countless occasions.
"No, that is how he is now," came Sam's response. "He was full of adoration for me, I guess, but in the end I never know who he was seeing when he looked at me because in the end he never came for me." It was true. She had expected him to come and find her, but not for the child... for her. "Though he may come looking for me now if he wants the child."
"I am taking this so you don't do anything else to it," he stated as he walked away with the small canvas. That was the beginning of Sam's adventure with the arts and that was how she made money.
Three months later Sam stood before her new car, a van that held all her belongings, which wasn't much save for clothing and art supplies. In the last few months she had made over three grand in profits, most of which she had paid back to the Foleys as she had told them she would. The van before her was used, but in great condition. It was black with grey seats and had seven seats in it, more than enough for the woman that had seemed to bloom overnight, her stomach already having more than a baby bump.
It had made her wonder if halfas were not long in incubation or if her child was abnormally big. Since she had nothing to go on as Danny had been the result of an accident then she would have to take each day and learn. Smiling she waved farewell to the pair that had taken care of her before heading off. She was leaving the state, but finding that her art could sell would allow her to travel anywhere and still sell her items thanks to the laptop that lay in her backseat.
"Thanks," she told the couple as she climbed into her van. Starting the vehicle she started her journey, her journey that would take her where she needed to go. Little did the raven haired woman know, but this would be the day her aunt found her.
In Amity...
Danny had left a month ago on a family vacation, though he had not wanted to go, and in that time Alexandra sat in her home. She had received very little in the way of information on her neice, the child of her sister having completely vanished. The halfa was several times more pissed than worried and that upset her because she couldn't believe that he was looking over the fact that Sam had been under a drug to get her out of there so there was no telling what other thing her mother did to cause the raven haired woman to forget the halfa.
They are both so lost. Flipping through channels on the TV she was surprised to find an art piece that looked just like Danny, the face and hair similar to the halfa she had come to know for several years. Watching in awe as the announcer talked about the work she turned it up.
Yes, this is the newest work by Alex. That is all she wishes to call her as no one knows her real name or where she is from.
This one was purchased just outside Chatham-Kent, one of her first works I am being told. Look at this form. The man is handsome,
but look at those eyes. He has no emotion in them, but the face tells you that he is upset. I have to wonder who this is and if he
knows of Alex? We'll never know, right? Now, you can find her works for sale and display online at her website.
Alexandra was just in shock because she knew that this Alex had to be her niece, the man looking back at her was Danny! Reaching for the phone she got ready to call him, but then she found she couldn't. Something told her that she needed to find out more, that something wasn't right. Moving her hand from the phone she got up and headed for her computer in the back room where she typed up the website before sitting down. In seconds her screen was filled with art, most of them landscapes of despair and others of joy, but there was one landscape that seemed to draw Alexandra in and that one was a hilltop overlooking a familiar town with a single tree. It seemed to be important to Sam too because the artist didn't have that one priced. Shaking her head she began to look through the page for any address that would tell her where her niece was. Listed on the website she found that Sam was always on the move, but looking further down into the last known showing she found that there was one place... Erie.
