Three: When Life Goes On...
Shadow Of The Girl
PROLOGUE: February 1997
The small girl turned, clasping the handful of daisies behind her
back as she raised green eyes to those of her guardian.
"Emily, it's cold, and it looks like rain." The voice was soft and
gentle. "What are you doing out here?"
"Waiting." There was a solemn look in the child's green eyes that
somehow surpassed her six years. "If I don't wait they might miss me."
"Who might miss you, honey?" Her companion cast her a startled look.
"Who are you expecting to see?"
"Mommy and Daddy." Emily spoke simply. "I'm waiting for them to find
The tall slim redhead at her side looked stricken, and she crouched
down, gripping the girl's tiny hand in hers and putting a gentle arm around
"Emily, sweetheart, come inside." She wheedled. "Dinner is almost
done, and don't you want to play with the other girls?"
"No." Emily shook her head decisively. "I don't like them. I want
to go away with Mummy and Daddy."
"Oh, Emily." The redhead's eyes became wet with tears and she hugged
the girl, who resisted her embrace, maintaining her solemn, impassive composure.
"Come on, where it's warm. There's nobody out here tonight, and you need
to eat and get warm before you catch a chill. You're not even wearing your
"I don't need it. I'm not cold." Emily said decidedly. "An' I told
the others I wasn't going back, Kimber. Cos they're not nice to me. I hate
"The others? The other girls?"
"Everyone." Now the demeanour of the child changed, as she adopted
a decidedly six year old pout and folded her arms. "They call me horrible
names and stuff."
"Just them." Emily was reticent to give details. "They say that noone
wanted me an' my Mommy and Daddy won't come but I know they're wrong.
They just can't find me, that's all."
Kimber was silent for a moment, her expression troubled as she considered
what best to do. Emily had been abandoned at birth - seemingly unwanted
and still unclaimed by either mother or father. Try as she might, Kimber
had not managed to locate the girl's birth mother. But then, she mused, she
had not been there when the tiny baby, no more than a day old had been brought
through the doors. In the year and a half between Emily's birth and Kimber's
involvement in her care, there had been plenty of time for a mother to
leave state, leave the country or even die.
She had never tried that hard to look for the father. She had enough
fear about his identity from the child's name - Emily-Jayne Raymond. It
and her date of birth were the only clues ever given, and Kimber could
not help feeling that the girl's silky waves of brown hair came from a father
more notorious than any businessman who had ever before or since graced
the American music scene.
"Emily, nobody knows where your Mommy and Daddy are gone to." The
redhead spoke now, gently tucking stray wisps of the rebellious brown
hair behind tiny ears, red with cold despite the girl's words, for even
though it was California, a chill wind had been whipping through the city
since night had fallen, and it was not far into February. "We don't know
if they will come to find you, but either way, wouldn't it be better if
you're well fed and healthy than sick with flu?"
"They are coming."
"Well, time will tell that." Gently Kimber hoisted the small child
up into her arms, carrying her inside despite the child's protests. "No,
Emily, it's cold and I won't have any girl who's in my care getting ill
in the wind."
"I don't care what you say." Emily wriggled away from her carer as
soon as her feet touched the ground. "You're not my Mommy, my Mommy's gonna
come and then she'll show you!"
"Your mother couldn't care less about you, brat." A girl of about
thirteen put in from the doorway of the dining room at that moment, a
sneer on her face. "You're just another foundling baby so get used to
it, huh, and cut Kimber some slack! You owe her everything, without her
and the foundation you'd be dead already!"
"Rachel shut up!" Kimber instructed, sending the teenager a glare,
for the girl was known for her blunt tongue and provocative comments. "Go
eat your dinner. I'm handling Emily, not you."
But it was too late. Emily's sensitive green eyes filled with tears
but she would not let them fall, instead stamping her feet.
"That's not true!" She shrieked. "It's not true, my Mommy loves me,
my Mommy will come and get me, she..."
"Emily, honey...shh." Kimber tried to comfort the little girl, but
it was to no avail. With a screech of
"You're not my Mommy!" Emily took off up the stairs, and seconds later
there was the sound of a bedroom door slamming.
"Rachel, you should not have said any of that." Kimber cast the teenager
- who had made no attempt to leave - a dark look. "Emily is six years old,
the last thing she needs is for people to tell her noone wants her. We
want her, that;s what matters."
"She's a brat and she thinks she's special. She thinks her Mom gives
a damn when she's like the rest of us." Rachel rolled her eyes. "Only April
actually has a Mom who cares and she's never half the brat Emily is."
"April and Emily are different." Kimber reproached, remembering the
sunny tempered four year old who was the daughter of a former Starlight
Girl, Dierdra Cavendish. Dierdra had been 18 when April had been born and
had asked for the Foundation's help in raising her girl. Kimber had willingly
acquiesced and the bubbly April, with her golden waves of hair so like her
mother was a great favourite with all of the other girls. "And it won't help
anything if you upset her. God knows none of us have perfect lives or situations...we
have to make Emily think the best of hers, not feel resentful for lacking
something that her companions at school have."
"She hit a kid at school, you know." Rachel observed, not seemingly
worried by Kimber's scolding. "Some boy who called her names. I know because
Ruby told me." Ruby was another girl of Emily's age. "She's just a brat,
Kimber. She goes psycho at the least thing."
"No, she's not psycho." Kimber glanced up the stairs, biting her lip.
"She's just a little girl with a lot to come to terms with. That's all.
After all, everyone needs to feel that they have family."
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Prologue: February 1997
Chapter One: Sirena's Show
Chapter Two: A Plot
Chapter Three: In California
Chapter Four: About Chimera
Chapter Five: Sirena's Aunt
Chapter Six: A Special Quest
Chapter Seven: The Plot Hatches
Chapter Eight: Eric Strikes
Chapter Nine: Webchat
Chapter Ten: Complications
Chapter Eleven: Handling Emily
Chapter Twelve: A Discovery
Chapter Thirteen: A Birthday Surprise