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<blockquote data-quote="Karin Schill" data-source="post: 214737"><p>Thank you <strong>Silvie. </strong>You're so kind to say that I'm creative and that you like the story more than the Dallas TNT version. I appreciate the compliment. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p><p>You know it's odd but writing for the Dallas TNT characters has made me like them more. So I don't think the problem with Dallas TNT was with the characters CC created. It was the pacing and plots that left something to be desired.</p><p></p><p>I'm also glad to hear that you appreciate this little dream world right now when the situation in the real world is so crappy!</p><p></p><p>Okay on to the next part.</p><p></p><p>*</p><p></p><p>Emma was sitting on her room, filing her nails while her parents were trying to get through to her and have a serious talk. But she did her best to block them out. She was not in the mood to listen to anything that they had to say to her. “Emma please, we really think that it would be best if you went with me to see Doctor Williams,” Ann said.</p><p></p><p> But Emma remained silent, not even dignifying their suggestion with a response. So her father tried another approach, “Your mother is right Emma. You have been through a traumatic experience so you will need to see a professional.”</p><p></p><p> “I don’t want to,” Emma finally said, giving them a defiant look.</p><p></p><p> “Honey I know you are hurting and believe me when I say that if I could ring the neck of Luis for laying a finger on my sweet little girl...” Harris face hardened. “When I think of that disgusting pig, raping you...”</p><p></p><p> That finally caught Emma’s attention, as she dropped the file and looked up, with horror on her face, at her father, “What did you say?”</p><p></p><p> Harris harked before he clarified, “Your mother told me what Luis did to you,”</p><p></p><p> Emma stood up when she heard that. “How dare you?” She pointed her finger at her mother. “I told you about that in confidence and you betrayed my trust?”</p><p></p><p> “No you asked me not to tell my husband and I swear I haven’t,” Ann said. “But Harris is your father. So he has the right to know.”</p><p></p><p> “If I had wanted dad to know I would have told him myself,” Emma said angrily. “Now get the hell out of my room!”</p><p></p><p> “No Emma, your mother only told me because...”</p><p></p><p> “I said leave me the hell alone!” Emma yelled and stomped her foot.</p><p></p><p> “Emma please,” Ann tried again. “We just want to help you.”</p><p></p><p> “Well maybe I don’t want your help!” Emma yelled. “Now get out!”</p><p></p><p> “Can’t you at least think about seeing that shrink. I think it would do you some good,” Harris said.</p><p></p><p> “No,” Emma shook her head, “I will not see that stupid brainwasher and that’s final!” Emma took both of her parents arms and ushered them out the door, then she hurried to turn back around and run into her room again, slamming the door shut behind her.</p><p></p><p> Harris and Ann exchanged a look as they stood in the hallway and Ann sighed, “That went well.”</p><p></p><p> “Well give Emma some time and I’m sure she will come around to our way of thinking,” Harris said.</p><p></p><p> “I hope so, since I’m really worried about her,” Ann confided in her ex-husband.</p><p></p><p> “So am I,” Harris said, since the sexual assault had changed his little girl so much that she was barely recognizable and it hurt him to see. All her life he had done his best to protect Emma from unsuitable men. When Drew Ramos had shown an interest in her he had split them up before the poor man could hurt his little princess. But this time he had failed to protect Emma and the knowledge of that made him feel something he rarely ever felt; utterly powerless...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Karin Schill, post: 214737"] Thank you [B]Silvie. [/B]You're so kind to say that I'm creative and that you like the story more than the Dallas TNT version. I appreciate the compliment. :) You know it's odd but writing for the Dallas TNT characters has made me like them more. So I don't think the problem with Dallas TNT was with the characters CC created. It was the pacing and plots that left something to be desired. I'm also glad to hear that you appreciate this little dream world right now when the situation in the real world is so crappy! Okay on to the next part. * Emma was sitting on her room, filing her nails while her parents were trying to get through to her and have a serious talk. But she did her best to block them out. She was not in the mood to listen to anything that they had to say to her. “Emma please, we really think that it would be best if you went with me to see Doctor Williams,” Ann said. But Emma remained silent, not even dignifying their suggestion with a response. So her father tried another approach, “Your mother is right Emma. You have been through a traumatic experience so you will need to see a professional.” “I don’t want to,” Emma finally said, giving them a defiant look. “Honey I know you are hurting and believe me when I say that if I could ring the neck of Luis for laying a finger on my sweet little girl...” Harris face hardened. “When I think of that disgusting pig, raping you...” That finally caught Emma’s attention, as she dropped the file and looked up, with horror on her face, at her father, “What did you say?” Harris harked before he clarified, “Your mother told me what Luis did to you,” Emma stood up when she heard that. “How dare you?” She pointed her finger at her mother. “I told you about that in confidence and you betrayed my trust?” “No you asked me not to tell my husband and I swear I haven’t,” Ann said. “But Harris is your father. So he has the right to know.” “If I had wanted dad to know I would have told him myself,” Emma said angrily. “Now get the hell out of my room!” “No Emma, your mother only told me because...” “I said leave me the hell alone!” Emma yelled and stomped her foot. “Emma please,” Ann tried again. “We just want to help you.” “Well maybe I don’t want your help!” Emma yelled. “Now get out!” “Can’t you at least think about seeing that shrink. I think it would do you some good,” Harris said. “No,” Emma shook her head, “I will not see that stupid brainwasher and that’s final!” Emma took both of her parents arms and ushered them out the door, then she hurried to turn back around and run into her room again, slamming the door shut behind her. Harris and Ann exchanged a look as they stood in the hallway and Ann sighed, “That went well.” “Well give Emma some time and I’m sure she will come around to our way of thinking,” Harris said. “I hope so, since I’m really worried about her,” Ann confided in her ex-husband. “So am I,” Harris said, since the sexual assault had changed his little girl so much that she was barely recognizable and it hurt him to see. All her life he had done his best to protect Emma from unsuitable men. When Drew Ramos had shown an interest in her he had split them up before the poor man could hurt his little princess. But this time he had failed to protect Emma and the knowledge of that made him feel something he rarely ever felt; utterly powerless... [/QUOTE]
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