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The Song Inside My Soul

Is Trying To Find It's Way Out

Created on 2007-09-09 03:01:48 (#13777783), last updated 2007-11-27

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Name:	Fallon Elizabeth Heath

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Name: Fallon Elizabeth Heath (nee Pherson/formally Harris)
Nicknames: Fall, Princess
Birthdate: May 15th
Place Of Residence: New York City, New York
Marital Status: Married to Daniel Caleb Heath

damnnearahero
Parents: Anthony Gerard Pherson (deceased) and Sierra Leigh Pherson (nee Tatterton). Step mother Layla Caroline Pherson (nee Baker, formerly Rothchild)
Siblings: Half sister Rhian Audrina Beckett but Fallon isn’t aware she exists.
Children: Ashton Elizabeth Heath

broadwaybinky. Twin boys Jayden Anthony Heath(LJ coming soon)and Colby Liam Heath

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A Different Kind Of Fairytale

NYC

My life has been far from anything resembling what one might call simple. The day my mother find out she was pregnant was the day complications suddenly came into play. I wasn't needed nor was I wanted, and abortion seemed like the only solution for my mother. So, a very young and naive Sierra Leigh Tatterton set off for the clinic...and if it hadn't been for my father stopping her, I would have never taken my first breath outside of the womb. He promised to marry her and give her anything she ever wanted as long as she didn’t do anything to harm the child growing inside her. So they were married in a small chapel in front of strangers.

From day one my father was miserably unhappy . And who wouldn’t be when the mother of his child made several attempts to "get rid of the parasite that he had infected her with". He never could understand why she would want to do such a thing, so after about the fifth attempt, he had her put in the hospital under strict supervision until the day I came into the world kicking and screaming.

At first my mother wanted nothing to do with me, she hated that I took up so much of Daddy’s time saying things like "you love her more than you could ever love me..." guilting him into doing things he otherwise would never do. Try as he might to do the right thing and keep his selfish cold hearted wife happy, he always felt he came up short. That in turn made him feel as if he was an inadequate husband.

The years passed slowly, and it became more and more obvious just how much of a Daddy’s girl I was. Everyday was like an adventure with Daddy...he’d take me on various trips with him...I think I’ve been to every zoo, museum, and amusement park in the Northeast. He also was the one who introduced me to music. One night when I was around four or five, we went to this family karaoke bar. All the other kids were taking turns at the mic and he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me over to the stage. One look at the several pairs of eyes that were staring at me, made my body freeze. I had never sang in front of anyone before, and like any typical child my bottom lip began to quiver and I cried out for my Daddy. He simply smiled and reached into my bag, bringing out a hairbrush and handing it to me. He told me to sing into the brush and close my eyes that way I couldn’t see anyone looking at me. I did as he bid and when the music started, I began to sing ‘Tomorrow’ from Annie. Eventually my eyes opened and a smile spread across my face as I belted out the last few bars of the song. When I finished everyone in the place was silent for a few moments before they broke out into a huge round of applause. Daddy scooped me up into his arms with the proudest grin on his face, and rained my face with kisses. Granted I was only a child, so it wasn’t as if I was amazing or anything of that variety, but obviously no one had ever heard a small girl sing like I did. The next day Daddy immediately enrolled me in singing lessons.

My mother’s envy towards me only grew stronger over the next couple of years. She tried to disguise it, by telling me things to turn me against Daddy. She’d wait until he was gone on a business trip and take up time with me. We’d watch movies and she’d take me shopping. At the time I was hungry for any attention I could get from her, so I relished in our days together foolishly thinking the whole time that she had changed her ways. Now that I look back on it I realize how horribly mistaken I had been. She would spend those days making snide comments about my father telling me what a horrible man he was. One day when I was about six she told me that he loved me in a way a father should not love a daughter. I was too young then to know exactly what she meant but now just the suggestion that he would ever do anything inappropriate to me, makes me want to hunt her down and give her the thorough ass kicking she deserves.

On the eve of my seventh birthday, I was sitting in my room doing the voice exercises my singing instructor had given me when I heard yelling down the hall. Startled, I quietly walked to my parent’s door and listened to the argument they were having. Once again it was about me. My mother accused him of being ‘dangerously close’ to his daughter and said that people were beginning to talk. I can’t recall exactly what happened next...I remember him calling her several names and saying how uncalled for her actions were...then, he stomped out of the room practically knocking me over. Scooping me up into his arms, he carried me outside and strapped me into the car. His face had hardened and was almost unrecognizable as he drove in silence, the only sound was the faint exhaling of smoke from his cigar. He hadn’t been smoking long, just a year or so at that point. I remember him telling my mother that she had driven him to it. He drove to the park then, holding my small hand in his, he led me over to the swing set. He pushed me silently for several drawn out moments before finally speaking. He told me never to listen to what my mother told me, or what anyone else had to say also saying that he loved me as a father should love his daughter and how appalling it was for anyone to suggest otherwise. We stayed at the park for well over two hours before finally returning home. He carried me up stairs embracing me for a long moment. When I looked at him there were tears in his eyes. I frowned and told him not to cry before hugging him tight. He smelt like cigars and cologne....I tucked that memory into my heart and for a long time that’s how I remembered him. Kissing my forehead he told me he loved me, happy birthday, and that he would see me in the morning. If I had known then what I know now? I would have never let him go.

"It ain’t easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, you’ll see
I don’t want love to destroy me like it has done my family
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I’ll be better, Mommy I’ll do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I’ll be better, Daddy please don’t leave...."

The next day, I was getting ready to go out with my parents for my birthday when my mother burst into my room telling me to grab whatever I could, that me and her and Daddy were going on a trip for my birthday. I got so excited I only grabbed clothes and my teddy bear, stuffing them into a small backpack and bouncing down the stairs and out to the car where she was waiting for me. She told me that Daddy was going to meet us so not to worry.....it would be thirteen years before I ever saw my father again.

"The sun will come out tomorrow....so you gotta hang on till tomorrow...."

__________________________________________________________________

San Diego

The years seemed to fly by, and the resentment towards my mother only grew with each passing day. I hated her for taking me away from my Daddy...hated her so much I wouldn’t even speak to her aside from a few monosyllabic words. I knew the only reason she brought me with her was because of Daddy....she knew that being parted from me was the only thing that she could do to hurt him.

She had relocated us to San Diego. All the way across the fucking country just so it would be near impossible for Daddy to find us. Little did she know that not long after my fourteenth birthday I finally contacted my father and we corresponded secretly through phone calls and letters for several years.

I got to where I would do things to deliberately piss my mother off, I kind of developed this ‘I don’t give a shit attitude’...I was bratty, a pain in the ass, and quite literally a bitch. Daddy would tell me in his letters that I needed to focus on school and the day I could flee from the hell I had been forced to grow up in. The thing is, I hated school...I found it to be quite droll in all it’s finely tuned machine working like ways. To be honest I rarely ever went. I usually spent my days wandering about the city, and most nights I wouldn’t even go home. My mother was never there to begin with so it wasn’t as if she noticed I was gone....or if she cared what kind of life I was living. Looking back now it really was dangerous for a fourteen year old girl to be wandering the streets at night. I would crash in whatever club I had been in and soon the bouncers and bar owners came to know me as a regular face amongst the hundreds they saw during a weeks time, becoming a ‘little sister’ to most of them. I experimented with a variety of drugs and alcohol but nothing could fill nor make me forget the emptiness I was feeling.

"She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside...."

One day I was walking through the park singing Bonnie Tyler’s ‘I Need A Hero’ at the top of my lungs. My eyes were closed and I was really getting into it moving about the sidewalk like I owned it when suddenly I ran into someone and nearly fell over. I opened my eyes and glared at the annoyingly ruggedly handsome rocker guy

tugs_his_collar. I told him he needed to watch where the hell he was going. He smirked and raised an eyebrow spouting out some smart ass quip about a pot and a kettle both being black. I just rolled my eyes and intended on to keep on walking, but it wasn’t to be that way. He told me that he had heard some of my singing and that his band was holding auditions for a new lead singer. Apparently he thought I would be perfect for the job and of course I was more than a little enthused about it. Then something happened that I hadn’t quite expected...a woman started walking towards us and he narrowed his eyes before pulling me against him and pressing his lips down hard on mine. His kiss, my first kiss, left me feeling a little dizzy and when he pulled back he had that smirk spread across his face. "Sorry, that was my ex...I get a kick out of pissing her off." After that he gave me directions to the audition and disappeared.

Needless to say I kicked some serious ass at the audition. I don’t believe I had ever poured so much of myself into a song up until that point. When I opened my eyes I stared at their dumbfounded faces with a smirk plastered across my own. "Oh by the way Fallon Pherson...and oh yeah I’m fourteen." The guy that had kissed me that day in the park spit out the beer that he had just drank. I couldn’t help but laugh. The other guys in the band burst into laughter as well and said that anyone who could make Liam react that way HAD to be a part of the band.

So thus began my Fragmented Starling days....God sometimes I wish I could go back and relive that part of my life, it was quite literally the last time I was truly happy during my teen years. It was after all my last year of innocence. Liam and I became really close. We shared our secrets and dreams. He had told me that one day he was going to open his own music club and that I WOULD be it’s headliner. I swear that man has been my rock for so long and I don’t know where I would be without him.

FS played in several cities across California before moving our act out of state. We never did make it big, but that didn’t matter to any of us...simply having the opportunity to play was enough to make us all feel like we were achieving our dreams.

"There's four roads to anywhere
Four ways to everything
We were unbreakable
We spoke our destiny
Let's take a moment out
Go were we never go
Let's make a new world now...."

One night after a long tour across the Midwest, we returned home to play one more gig before taking some time off. I took the stage confidently and all through our first set I could feel someone’s eyes burning into me. Grabbing the mic from the stand, I began to make my way across stage looking for the owner of those eyes. My breath caught when I came face to face with the most handsome guy I had ever seen before in my short fourteen years of life. It wasn’t long after we had left the stage, Liam and I were sitting at the bar making with our patented best friend banter, when the guy came over and offered to buy me a drink. Liam of course smirked and gave me a wink, letting me know that he wasn’t going to stick around. I shot him a glare as he backed away, which only made him laugh. The guy of course took Liam’s seat and began to charm me. I learned that his name was Bryson Lucas Harris and we spent most of the night exchanging life stories, drinks, and cigarette smoke. He of course asked if he could see me again and I without thought or hesitation told him that I would like that very much.

Brys and I dated for several months, and just like any other love struck teenager, he was all I could think about. He filled my entire being with the hope of a brighter future and for the first time I believed that my life was finally looking up for a change. About five months into our relationship, he asked me to marry him. Oh you better believe I was so damn happy you’d think the sun rose and set within him. I lived in marital bliss for two years and when I say bliss I want you to understand my full meaning of the word...everyday was like a honeymoon a never ending cycle of love and devotion. I was a fool to believe that it would always be that way.

"So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands
And pray to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope....."

My blissful state of being came to a screeching halt the day Brys asked me to quit the band. I of course refused, reminding him the importance of FS. Then I saw it for the first time, the flash of darkness in his eyes...the hardness in his stare...I was thrown aback, wide eyed with shock...right before his fist connected with my cheek. Crying out in pain I fell to the floor and he grabbed me shaking me hard yelling that I would abide his rulings and if I ever back talked him again there would be hell to pay that might even end with me experiencing an extended hospital visit. I nodded with tears streaming down my face agreeing to what he asked.

From that point on I walked on pins and needles around him. To the outside world we were a happily married couple...but once we were behind closed doors violence and chaos ruled. The harsh words I could handle...hell I could even handle the beatings...but nothing could ever prepare me for the brutalness of his sexual advances. Day after day he would force himself upon me, leaving me bruised and scarred and emotionally shattered. All the life I had once possessed withered away a little more with each attack, until there was nothing left. The girl I had once known was gone...leaving nothing but a hollowed out shell behind. After every outburst, he would hold me close and stroke my hair, kissing me softly...sometimes even crying...telling me how sorry he was and how it would never happen again. Again like with my mother, I was in desperate need to be loved so I foolishly believed that maybe he would change....and that maybe just maybe he would revert back to the man that I had so naively fell in love with.

"Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I try my hardest just to forget everything
Because of you
I don't know how to let anyone else in
Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty
Because of you
I am afraid
Because of you....."

So for four more years I lived in pure unadulterated hell. A hell that he made me believe that I deserved to be in. A hell that I had become accustomed to. That is until the day I found out I was pregnant. On one hand I was so terrified of telling him, you see I knew how much he hated children...on the other? I thought that maybe just maybe a baby would be good for us. I thought that it might make him change...I hoped against hope that he would actually be happy about it....Boy was I ever a fool.

The extended hospital visit Brys had promised me finally came into play. After I told him about the baby he became enraged calling me a slut and saying that the baby couldn’t possibly be his...the rant ended with him kicking me head first down two flights of stairs. I fell to the bottom my head connecting against the concrete with a sickenly loud thud...then everything went black. When I finally awoke, I was laying in a hospital bed. The doctor chastised me, telling me harshly that I should have been more careful and that my clumsiness had cost me the baby along with the chance of ever having children. Guilt stricken over the loss of my child...and still blaming myself for Brys’s wrath, I fled from the hospital and to Liam’s apartment. He was the one person I had to say goodbye too. Even though I hadn’t seen him for four years, he was still my best friend…and I still loved him.

"And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams
Man you ought to see her fly...."

One look at me and Liam knew what Brys had been doing. I begged him hysterically not to go after him, because there was no doubt in my mind that he would kill us both. When I told him I had to leave and I couldn’t tell him where I was going on top of the fact that I requested if we ever met again for him to pretend we hadn’t seen each other since I quit the band, he immediately began to protest. "I can't put you in danger too Liam, if something happened to you...You're all I have...so you must understand why I have to leave, why I have to go somewhere far away where he can't harm me or the ones I love anymore...why I ask that you don't ask me to tell you where I'm going, why you can't run after me...why I insist that you go on from this point pretended like you don't give a shit about me...Please Liam, swear to me, please....Please promise me!?!" Instead of words he gave me his embrace and soon his lips had found mine. I was shocked at first! Why hadn’t he told me about his feelings before? If I had only known it would have been him from the start, (hell a part of me will always be his). But now it was too late, it always felt as if we were missing our chance. So, later that night I untangled myself from his sleeping embrace, gathered up my clothes, and wrote him a letter.

Dearest Liam,
I'm so sorry I couldn't be there when you woke, but if I had to wake up in your arms I wouldn't have had the strength to do what has to be done. What NEEDS to be done. And you've given me that strength Liam, to go on...to keep living even though it seems like all is lost...to stand on my on two feet without help from others. I'm far from doing any of those things yet but I'll know for the rest of my life that part of who I am is because of you. You are my rock, my best friend above anyone else and, quite possibly the love of my life. Thank you for always being so kind and understanding, For being the only person to make me smile when I was at my lowest, for knowing me better than anyone else has...and thank you for last night for giving me the only piece of love I have ever known. I love you Liam Alexander Anderson, and I will continue to love you until the day I die...and if you feel anything like that for me you will respect my wishes and forget me, erase me from your mind love...as hard as it is for me to say that and as hard as it is for me to leave you, I need to be strong and do what's best for the both of us. You'll always be in my heart....

Forever and Eternally Yours,
Fallon

"If I should stay..
Well I would only be in your way...
And so I'll go and yet I know..
That I'll think of you
Each step of my way...

And I will always love you..
I will always love you..

Bittersweet memories..
That's all I have and
All I'm taking with me..
So goodbye, please don't cry..
Cause we both know that
I'm not what you need...

But I will always love you..
I will always love you.. "

__________________________________________________________________

NYC

My first steps back into New York City were exhilarating...I was too young to remember what it had been like when my mother had taken me away. I had forgotten how wonderful it was....I was still on edge...still wounded and raw...but determined to change my stars so to speak and live the life that had been stolen from me.

A rainy day and a lack of an umbrella is what drew me into the Life Cafe’ on that fateful afternoon. I slid into an empty booth, brushing the wet hair off my forehead and began my usual sequence of chain smoking. Then a gentle voice called out to me...he jokingly said that I should always carry an umbrella...at first I wasn’t quite sure he was speaking to me...that is until I looked up and saw his kind stare. I offered him a weak smile and a hour or so worth of conversation led to a new friendship with the strikingly handsome Daniel Caleb Heath

damnnearahero. I found myself opening up to him, something I could never do before...but somehow his warm smile and gentle cautiousness, slowly began to disintegrate the walls I had built up to protect myself from harm.

Thankful to have a friend again, I again desperately sought for the attention I had always been lacking in my life. It was different this time however, incredibly different...I no longer had to fight for it...not when Danny was so willing to give it away. Our friendship grew over a brief period of time. There was some harmless flirting but nothing beyond that...at the time I wasn't ready for anything...I wasn't looking for love...hell I had made up my mind never to let anyone get close enough to hurt me ever again. I was tired of hurting, tired of wanting things that came so easily for others, so I decided that I didn't need anyone but myself. But as we all know, things don't always work out as planned. The day Danny invited me over to see his new apartment is a day I will never forget.

I ventured to his home with every intention to hang out with him for awhile, maybe flirt a little then go home, but when he answered the door, he looked so damned happy to see me. I had never had someone have that reaction to my presence before and it made my breath catch a little. Smiling we made with the small talk for a few minutes, before he joked about seducing me to stay a little longer by making dinner. That first taste of his 'seduction stew' is what started it all. I closed my eyes and made a soft 'Mmmm' sound before reaching out to ruffle his hair. I had learned that hands in his hair? Drove him more than a little insane. So with a smirk I hopped up onto the counter crossing my legs and smiled at him. I had honestly just intended to tease him a little, just like always....but I guess this time we went a little too far. Before I knew it, he had slipped between my legs and his lips were pressed to mine. That kiss sent pleasant little tingles through my body. Brys's kisses had never affected me the way Danny's had...and they were different than Liam's kisses. We continued to kiss and touch each other for several long moments before we remembered that there was food cooking on the stove. Turning the stove off, Danny gave me a 'tour' of the place in search of somewhere more comfortable than the kitchen counter. When we reached the bedroom, we threw caution to the wind and reached for each other until we were both breathless and sated. We couldn't get enough of one another for the remainder of the night. (after having ruined our dinner which is why Danny and Fallon cannot be trusted around food! *laughs*)

"And then I crashed into you,
And I went up in flames.
Could've been the death of me,
But then you breathed your breath in me.
And I crashed into you, Like a runaway train.
You will consume me, But I can't walk away...."

We inevitably began to officially date. He knew about my past and told me about his. I think he was more than a little nervous to tell me about his 'family' and how open sexually they all were with one another. He asked if it would be hard for me to handle the thought of him being with someone else. I in turn informed him that if he thought it would affect the way I felt about him at all he was a "dope". I had already fallen so deep in love with him and I held on to that along with the promise that no matter what he would always come running back into my arms.

With Danny in my life, the darkness that had infected my world rapidly receded leaving only the light and love that I had sought after for so long. He helped me find my voice...giving me the inspiration to regain the confidence I needed to take the stage again. My singing had never been more powerful and I knew that it was because he had awakened the girl inside that had been put to sleep so many years prior.

Christmas that year would become another monumental milestone. The whole 'family' had been invited to Danny's. *grins* He's a bit of a dork when it comes to holidays. I was nervous as hell to meet everyone. I wanted so desperately for them to like me and was incredibly shy at first...that is until Brenna more or less told me to snap out of it. When everyone gathered around the tree, Danny grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. I teased him about leaving his family in there alone so he could have his way with me. He laughed nervously and my breath caught as he kneeled in front of me handing me a pretty heart shaped box. His words will forever be imprinted in my memory. "I've waited my entire life to feel half of what I feel for you, Fallon. I'm so amazingly blessed to have you in my life. You make me breathless every time you touch me. You make my heart swell with pride every time you sing. You make me feel cherished and loved and wanted and needed every moment of every day... And I want to make you feel the same way. I said forever the first night we touched, and I meant it, baby." He stared at me intently before taking a deep breath. "Will you marry me?" He touched my soul leaving me breathless and caused my heart to swell with complete happiness. It had been a long time gone since I had given up on a happy ending, but suddenly the clouds were parting and the fairytale was coming true. He had been all I had ever dreamt of and more, giving me life again when I thought it was all over, bringing happiness and above all else love back into my universe. As my tears began to fall and he asked me to be his forever, without hesitation I nodded and yelled out "Yes!" I held on tight to the knowledge that as soon as Brys signed the divorce papers I would become Mrs. Fallon Heath. Just the thought of it made me giddy. I spent ever waking hour with Danny, and the rare moments when we were parted seemed like an eternity.

"And just for this moment
As long as you're mine
I've lot all resistance
And crossed some borderline
And if it turns out
It's over too fast
I'll make every last moment last
As long as you're mine...."

One day I went back to my apartment to grab a few things before heading back over to Danny's. When I walked through the door the phone was ringing. I laughed thinking that it was Danny and picked up the phone teasing him about worrying to much. The voice on the other end made my eyes go wide. "How did you? I mean...hello mother..." She immediately began to yell at me, saying that I was an ungrateful child and needed to come home to the husband who was "a complete wreck" over my sudden departure. She continued going on and on about how she didn't raise me to be so rash and how I was a disappointment. I couldn't help but laugh a little cynically, the very thought that she had had anything to do with my upbringing, setting something off inside me. "Brys is a wreck huh? And of course it's my fault...everything was always my fault...poor perfect Brys that had to put up with you're insolent daughter. So mommy dearest, tell me did he tell you that he single handedly destroyed my life? And the life of you're un-born grandchild? Did he tell you that he beat the shit out of me every day for four years?" She yelled at me again basically implying that I was making up horrendous lies about my loving husband. Then she let it slip that she had told Brys where I was. It felt like the walls were closing around me and I couldn't breath. Ripping the phone from the wall I shattered it into a million pieces and collapsed on the couch. My first thought was how stupid I had been for returning to New York....it had been a much too obvious move...I hadn't run far or fast enough. Looking around I actually considered leaving, it was after all what I had always done best. I couldn't bring myself to move so I just sat there gazing unfocusedly into space. A knock at my door and Danny's voice finally broke me out of my daze. I told him what had happened and we quickly grabbed my things before hurriedly returning to his place. He reassured me several times that night that he wouldn't let anything happen to me and for at least a few moments I felt safe.

"I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
I'm...
So go on and scream
Scream at me I'm so far away (so far away)
I won't be broken again (again)
I've got to breathe - I can't keep going under..."

I was constantly on edge during the weeks that followed, not straying away from the apartment unless Danny was with me. I of course began to get a little stir crazy...I knew I couldn't hide forever and I would eventually have to face the one person I was so terrified of. My past caught up with me in the park, one day after my lawyers appointment. I made my way quickly through the park, averting my eyes from the passersby and contently inhaling the smoke from my cigarette. "You know, smoking is very bad for you're singing voice." His voice cut through me like glass and stopped me dead in my tracks. I closed my eyes tightly and cursed my body for not allowing me to move, for not yelling for help. Slowly turning around I came face to face with the man who had stolen my childhood. As he began to move towards me, I started to step backwards. I remember thinking that if I could put enough distance in between us I might be safe. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and somehow found the strength to stand up to him. Honestly? It wasn't exactly the smartest move I could have made. Catching the glimpse of the ring on my finger he became enraged, grabbing my hair and yanking me towards him. He backhanded me once right across the face. ..."What the fuck is this? You stupid cunt! If you think for one minute that I'm gonna let you..." I didn't give him the chance to finish his little rant. Bringing my hand up I put my cigarette out into his face and kicked him as hard as I could right between the legs. As he fell to the ground in pain, I didn't give myself the chance to relish in it before running as fast as I could back home. He was so close behind me the whole way, and it's a miracle I made it inside before he caught up with me. Calling out desperately for Danny I shakily threw myself into his arms, wincing and whimpering as Brys pounded on the door and screamed for me to come out. Danny urgently told me to go to the bedroom, lock the door, and call the police. I nodded looking nervously back at the door before doing what he had asked. The next few minutes of not knowing what was happening made fresh tears spring into my eyes. Instinct had always told me to expect the worse, and when Brys yelled for me again I jumped...wondering what I would do if he had hurt Danny. There was more yelling, this time it was Danny's voice that carried through the apartment and when I heard him outside the door, I let go of the breath I had unconsciously been holding and rushed over to open the door. He had looked so shaken up but at the same time I knew he was being strong for me. When he guided me into the other room I gasped. Two police officers were holding Brys, and he looked like he had been beaten senseless. Glancing at Danny my eyes were still wide, he had done that for me...to protect me. The officers hauled him out of the apartment, and out of my life. I haven't seen or heard from him since...and sometimes I wonder what has happened to him...if he has found some other wide eyed girl to possess...or if he is wasting away somewhere all alone...I hope and pray it's the latter...because God knows he deserves so much worse.

"The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain..."

A couple of weeks later I found myself extremely sick, after several days of pleading with me I finally gave in to Danny's wishes and went to the doctor. I cannot stress how much I hate hospitals. So I held my breath during the whole examination trying my best not to slip into my old ways of expecting the worse. After I had gotten dressed, the doctor returned smiling. I raised an eyebrow and anxiously asked him what was wrong with me. He frowned and looked at me seriously saying that there was nothing to worry about and congratulations. I blinked a few times...I was pregnant. Something I was told could never happen, obviously shocked at first I asked him if he was sure. He nodded and showed me the test results that proved I was indeed about two months pregnant. I was extremely happy too happy to let anything ruin that perfect moment, so I shook off the little twinge of fear off that had arose when he said two months...(two months pregnant is what I had been when I lost my first child) I practically floated on a cloud the whole way home and sang to myself as I awaited Danny's return. The look of pure happiness on his face when I told him he was going to be a daddy, made my heart swell...my life was finally beginning to travel down the road of perfection.

The next few months lifted me up and sent me on this whirlwind. Finally the day I had prayed for, for so long....had anticipated with every molecule of being...had longed for....came to pass. When I opened the door and saw my father standing before me, thirteen years of all that hoping and praying came out in a cry of happy tears as I threw myself into his strong arms. We both held each other crying and smiling and just experiencing an overwhelming sense of glee. I knew that I had always missed Daddy terribly, but I didn't realize how much until I saw him. He welcomed Danny with open arms. He was skeptical of course, as any over protective father would be, but Danny has become the son he's never had. He loves him so much which only makes me happier. I'm so glad that I have my father back in my life...I don't know how I survived all that time without him.

Then came the dreadful day when I had to meet Danny's father Dennis. Daddy, Danny, and I all went to a bar that I had become a regular voice at. Apparently Dennis tried to inform Daddy of all the 'horrible' things his son had done in his past. Daddy of course having already made up his mind about Danny, shrugged it off. After my first song, I made my way through the audience and over to the men that were waiting for me. I tried my best to be civil with Dennis, honestly I did...but as soon as he started talking about the people I loved, the protective side of me came out and I more or less shut him up. After he left and I performed again, Danny and I were about two steps away from finding a dark corner somewhere when a voice came from behind me. "Fallon Pherson?" I have to admit I was shocked...I hadn't been Fallon Pherson for six years and no one who knew me by that name actually lived in New York. Turning around I raised an eyebrow and corrected the guy who had spoke. He smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. "I didn't expect you to remember you're old band mate....I must admit you've come a long way since I last heard you sing...and umm sorry for interrupting the groining." My jaw dropped to the floor. I'd know that smart ass attitude anywhere. Jumping off Danny's lap I threw myself into Liam's arms. He had been my best friend in the world for so long....he had been more than that at a time in my life when I had been so lost he was there...always my faithful brother-like best friend. I had missed him a lot. Which shouldn't surprise anyone, who knows us. He had always looked out for me when no one had asked him to. My heart almost burst out of my chest when he kept his promise and pretended like he hadn’t seen or heard from me in years.

He quickly told Danny and I that he had achieved the dream of opening his own music club (named Fragmented Starling), and with a smile on his face he asked me to be the headliner...keeping the promise he had made so many years before. I excitedly agreed and a few days later we ran into each other at the park. Immediately falling back into old habits, we began to pick at one another until the conversation turned serious. I was shocked to learn that he felt like he was responsible for the whole Brys thing. When I tried to tell him he wasn't at fault he growled. "Maybe not, but seriously how fucked up do you have to be to leave a kid alone with a grown man at a bar? Better yet how fucked up is it to bring a kid to a bar in the first place?" He growled again and had obviously been beating himself up about it. I suddenly became very pissed off. One thing I had loved about being in FS was that not a one of them had ever made me feel like I was a 'kid'. So we started arguing about it, the pseudo fight ended in me pushing him off the park bench, him calling me a bitch, and us laughing hysterically about it. He never once brought up Brys again and a few weeks later I started working at FS.

"Dear Friend, what's on your mind
You don’t laugh the way you used to
But I've noticed how you cry
Dear friend, I feel so helpless
I see you sit in silence
As you face new pain each day
I feel there’s nothing I can do
I know you don’t feel pretty
Even though you are
But it wasn’t your beauty
That found room in my heart...."

My birthday that year was amazing. Danny went all out and it became one of the most enchanted evenings of my life. It was that night he started calling me his 'Princess'...and I felt as if my childhood dreams of a fairytale were actually coming true. After a magical performance of 'Beauty and the Beast', Danny asked me something that made my heart flutter. "You and me, courthouse, tomorrow. Marry me, just us and a couple of witnesses... we'll still have the whole big wedding for our friends in a month and a half... but I don't WANT to wait for you to be my wife. I want to call you Mrs. Heath and know it's true." He looked up at me, scared that I might be upset. But how in the world could I be upset when I had wanted to run off and get married the day he asked me. So fate would have it the following day me, Danny, Daddy, Liam, and his girlfriend Cori all made our way to the courthouse. My heart was beating so fast and the tears welled up in my eyes as Danny and I promised ourselves to each other forever. And just like that, with the exchanging of rings and heartfelt beautiful words I became Fallon Elizabeth Heath...eternally Danny's.

"You are the life to my soul
you are my purpose
you are everything
and how can I
stand here with you
and not be moved by you...."

Time sure does play tricks on you...one day I'm wandering the streets of San Diego...the next I'm scooping my daughter up into my arms and spinning her around, as her father stares at both of us lovingly. The years weren't easy, but they weren't difficult either...my life was filled with laughter and love and everything else that makes a fairytale come to life.

"Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Wait, don't go so fast
I'm missing the moments as they pass
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
So wait for me this time...."

I guess this is the part where you want to hear "and they lived happily ever after"…but it isn’t over yet! You’ll have to stick around to find out how this story ends.

Disclaimers

I do not own Keira Knightley (obviously because EVERYone uses her as a PB) BUT I do however OWN Fallon! She is MY Original creation and I‘ve been writing her for two years. So you can imagine my feelings on stealing her in any shape form or fashion. To make a long story short? I will find you and kill you with a spoon! Doesn‘t sound like a blasty blast of fun does it? I didn’t think so either SO DON‘T TAKE MY STUFF! GET YOUR OWN CREATIVE WAY OF THINKING! Oh and also Fragmented Starling and everything revolving around it also belongs to ME as well! Steal the name and once again I will come at you with spoons.

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