A New Path (A Sebastian Stan Fic)

The Time I Cried.. Really Cried Part 1

Emilia's P.O.V

If there is one thing I've learned in this big, blue world.

It's that nothing is easy. You have to work for everything. You have to work to keep yourself in good shape, work to keep yourself a float in the sea of prosperity and bankruptcy, and work to keep your mind set right.

We were about to film a heart wrenching scene, between me and Sebastian.
We had filmed most of the movie, all of the action sequences done perfectly, now we just had to wrap the set portion.

Now, this scene is one of the most important scenes in the film.
It's the scene where Shannon describes to Bucky that not everyone's lives are Peachy Keene.
Everyone has issues, everyone has demons.

What I didn't realize was that myself and Shannon share the same inner demons..

Father figures who indulge in alcohol, drugs, and violence.
Now, don't get me wrong. I loved my childhood.. Emphasis on the word childhood.
Because once I turned 15, it all changed..

"Emilia.. Get in here."

A young, gracious girl jogged into the living room. Afraid of taking too long, and facing her fathers wrath.
"Yeah Daddy? What is it?"

The drunken man pointed at a drop of nail polish on the kitchen table, and with a stern tone, questioned his timid and frightened daughter.

"Did you do this?!"

At this moment, the young girls palms started to sweat, the heat of her fathers anger immediately filling the room. The grip on his bottle tightened, while his fist slams on the table.

"ANSWER ME!"

A bottle shatters against the table, as she spits out her words her tongue refused to let her say.

"I'm sorry! It was an accident! I tried to clean it up but nothing worked!"

Like a flip of a switch, he was in front of her face, the smell of whiskey making itself known in the child's memory, and senses.

A firm hand grips the girls arm, surely leaving a mark on her, physically and mentally. A purple and blue bruise not just forming on her arm, but her very soul.

"Don't. Let. It. Happen. Again."

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My whole world froze, reliving that memory. The first time I saw him.. Saw him like that.

The tortured man I once knew as a loving, caring father, had released /his/inner demons upon me, and the household.

Bad things happen to the best of people.

Good things happen to the worst of people.

That's just how this world works.
It punishes the just, and praises the guilty.

I shake myself out of my feelings, and walk on set. Now, take note, that Sebastian and myself are just good friends. Who have just so happened to have gotten to know teeny bits of each other's lives over the course of a few months. I'll tell you more stories later, but this one... This moment, this story, needs to be told before the rest..

Because this story... Is the time I cried.. Really cried..