A/N- Hi! I want to thank everyone who followed, favorited, and reviewed this story. I will continue this story and am excited to let it unfold! :) I apologize for any confusion. I also forgot to mention that Nolan and Emily were together for about four weeks. So let's get on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Revenge, nor do I profit off of this story. This is merely a figment of my imagination! Also, all mistakes are mine.
Seven years later
Third POV:
Emily is gone, and it's his fault. He shouldn't have run away; he should've stayed and tried to talk it out. Now she's probably dead, or, worse, being tortured. The police didn't think she was missing after he told them his story. They said she probably just needed some space and got lost in traveling the world. He argued that Emily wouldn't just leave without contacting him. They checked her house and the surrounding area, and saw no signs of a struggle or evidence of foul play. So the police let it go. Nolan didn't though, he kept up his search, monitoring everything from bank accounts to shabby shack rentals. He refuses to give up his search till he knows what happened to Emily.
He doesn't go to the Hamptons much. He lives in a bare New York penthouse. He can't tolerate the Hamptons, and only goes to take care of Emily's house and to visit Jack and Carl. When she is mentioned, all there is all the rumors that have spread in her absence. Victoria is over joyed that she's gone, and probably part of the reason she is missing. Daniel had a mental breakdown, even gave Nolan back his company. Nolan had grieved in private, since he and Emily never addressed their relationship to the public eye.
Nolan Ross' mental mantra is interrupted by someone bursting through the front door. He keeps the broom in his hand and makes his way to the front of the house. He creeps around the corner and peeks, seeing the glass door open, allowing the cool sea breeze to float in. In front of the door, is a small person, in a quivering fetal position. She is covered in blood, and her hair is matted. She is wearing, what looks to Nolan, a cheap white nightgown. He lowers his broom, and walks closer to the figure.
"Who are you?" He tentatively asks.
"P-Please, I-I-I'm sorry, Sir!" The person, a young girl, sobs.
"Kid, where are you from?" He goes over to the door, and looks around; maybe there was a car accident?
"I-I don't know!" She chokes.
"Well, I need to call the police, so why don't you go hang on the couch." He offers, but the little girl, with remarkable blue eyes, framed by long dark lashes, looks up in shock.
"You can't, he'll kill Mommy!" She manages between her sobs.
"Well, they can get you and Mommy out of the situation." He tells her.
"They'll find us, there's too many to put away!" She argues, finally managing to get on her feet. Nolan gets a good look. He can't determine her age, but he would guess she would be around five. Those blue eyes are too darn familiar, and under the blood and dirt, he can see a hint of platinum blonde.
"Who are they?"
"Daddy and his friends, they'll kill mommy!" She exclaims, wiping her nose on the bloody sleeve.
"All the more reason to call the police." Nolan says, going toward the land line on the wall.
"No, they'll kill you then!" She shouts from across the room, not taking a step toward him.
"No need to shout, kid, and how would you know?" He stops, but doesn't face the shaking, terrified girl.
"I-I've heard them talk about it. They go on hunts, and then take them out." She lowers her voice, "Like they did to grandpa."
Nolan turns around and takes a leap of faith, "Who was your grandpa?"
"David Clark." Her voice is stronger and more confident than before as she said her grandfather's name. Nolan freezes, hand hovering over the land line. He turns around and eyes the young girl.
"Is…Is your mother's name Amanda?" Nolan tries to keep his composure. If this is her daughter, he will protect her and find Emily.
A/N- Sorry for the short chapter, again, but I promise that it will be longer next week! Hope everyone has a fabulous week!