OK my favorite people! Here is some background for this story. Jax's birthday is 21 July, 1978. Kinsey's birthdate is 17 April, 1989. Skye was born on March 17, 2007. Abel is born on 8 September, 2008, the date the Pilot first aired! As I mentioned I'm not 100% sure where Gemma and Clay's story will go but I've got a pretty go idea. I hope you enjoy and I'm glad that you've stuck around.
Tryphyna

Finally, sitting so very close to the one man I've always loved, who I've always wanted to have a relationship with but I was never allowed to. I was told my entire life that he wanted nothing to do with me. That he knew about me and threw me away like garbage. But I was quite use to the fact that parents didn't love their children. The woman who told me those lies was the one who gave birth to me. She is also the one who made me feel like I was lower that dirt from the moment I could understand what that was. If she didn't want me, why should I have believed that he thought any different?

What made me change my mind? I happened to find a letter from my father addressed to my mother. Wanting to find out what he wanted, I opened it with no qualms about her privacy. He asked about me, if I wanted anything, did I want to visit him in the US?

When I brought the letter to her, she laughed in my face. She had happily played us both, knowingly hurting both of us while she reaped the rewards and the money that he'd send like clockwork every four months. Apparently she had been using the money that he'd send for her to use to buy me anything I'd ever need to get high or drunk. She would buy anything her heart desired while I worked from a very early age to eat and cloth myself. I went to school so that I could get away from her. I was exhausted.

So that night, after 19 years of being a modern day Cinderella, I left. I had thought my prince had come when I was almost through with secondary schooling. Instead I got a happy surprise and he ran. My 17 month old daughter was the reason I really did everything now. I finished school, but couldn't go to university. I worked my ass off because I refused to let my child go through all of the pain that I went through as a child. I had slowly been working to buy us a house far away from my mother but now I was going to use all of that money to go to America.

I quickly went to the powers that be and asked how I could move to the United States. It seemed like I had to answer a million questions before I was finally allowed to go. I used all of my hard earned money to fly from Belfast to the US. Of course there was no direct flight to this little town in the middle of nowhere it seemed. What kind of name was Charming? I was allowed to come to this little town with the provision that I contributed to society, so in layman terms, I had to get a job and hold it.

My entire life was flashing before my eyes while I sat in my car one hundred feet from Teller-Morrow Automotive. This is the return address from the letter my father had sent. By my car, I actually meant the car that I rented at LAX. I need to buy my own car if I'm going to be staying here. Am I procrastinating yes! Thinking about everything I'm going to need to do instead of actually going to meet my father. I'm frightened for the first time in a long time about rejection. Yes he wrote that he wanted me to visit but what's to say that it wasn't a lie? So much disappointment in my life has led me to be pessimistic. I learned long ago that being an optimist was just setting myself up for heartache. But my beautiful Skye was never going to know the hardships I knew if it took my last breath. My precious angel has taken this entire adventure in stride. She's always so calm, so easy going. She was currently sleeping peacefully in a car-seat in the backseat. I looked at the now ragged letter crumpled in my hand. I had read it at least five times a day after I found it.

I refused to back down now. After a 5,000+ mile journey, I was not going to back down from this. I refused to let my fear get to me; I'd ignore my fear of rejection. I was not someone to back away from a challenge. I Kinsey Blair Telford was not going to let this get to me. I was going to trust that he was being truthful about wanting to know about me. I'll be an optimist one last time. I put the car into drive. I took several deep breaths as I pulled into an open spot near the office. I steadied myself before getting out. I noticed that Skye was awake when I went to get her from the back of the car. Her eyes, which have not changed since the day she was born, are the same color as the sky on a clear day, which is how she got her name. My beautiful Skye Finley Telford. I grab her diaper bag and head inside the office.

There's a woman sitting behind a desk, I figure she's probably the boss. She looks up from her paperwork, her eyes shift between Skye and me. I know she is thinking about whom I am and how old I am. I know I don't look my 19 years. Somehow through all of the stress that I've been dealt I still look amazingly younger than I really am. I look all of 16, at the most.

'Welcome to Teller-Morrow, I'm Gemma. How can I help you?' She looks nice. I think she has put two and two together and realized that Skye is my kid, there are two categories that adults fall into when they find out you're a teen mother. Either you are a whore who doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as them or you are an amazing young lady who is destroying the stereotypes. I think Gemma falls into the second category.

'Hello Ma'am. I'm looking for Filip Telford, I have a letter from him and this is the return address,' I say quite quickly. I'm hoping she's use to my father talking otherwise there might be a problem with her understanding my accent in that rush.

She sits there for a few moments just looking over both me and Skye. Trying to figure out why I would want him. I can tell that she probably wants to see the letter but I would refuse to let her see it since it's very personal to me. I can see the wheels in her mind turning trying to figure out why I would want him. There's a slight internal struggle that I can see in her eyes. I start to bite my lip waiting for her answer.

'Stay here, I'll go see if he is available right now,' she gets up from her seat and leaves the building. She heads to one just across the way. While I'm watching her Skye decides to fuss a little. I reach into the bag to pull out a bag of dried fruit. I'm handing a piece to her when I hear the door open.

'What can I do for you, Lass?' I hear a Scottish voice say from the door. I look up and there he is, my heart stopped at the sound of his voice, now it's going a million miles a minute. I slowly take in how he looks. I only have one very old picture of him that I found one day. But honestly I'd know this man anywhere; this is where I got my eyes. Looking at what he's wearing I see a leather vest with patches on it. I read it not knowing what it is that I'm looking at. I take a deep breath steadying myself, I barely notice Gemma enter silently behind him.

'Hi, um, honestly I don't know what to say beside; um I'm your daughter.'

Ok, Chapter one is now revised! Let me know what you think of it! Is this version better? I've added over 500 words, I hope it is worth it. We will deal with Tara when we get to her. :D

XOXO,

Tryphyna!