The Emerald Ashridge Story
Hi, this is my first time posting a Sim Story and I hope you like the beginning of mine! Feel free to leave comments, but please don't be too harsh =) For the record this is not a legacy challenge and while I don't use many cheats I do use some mods. And now, without further ado I give you:
My name is Emerald Ashridge and this is my story. Ugh, I hate how corny that sounds. Anyway, yes you heard right. Emerald. What can I say. With a mother named Evangeline I was bound to have some far-out name. Most people just call me Emma though. My dad's another story. He calls me Spider. The reason behind that nickname is because I'm always crawling all over him for hugs.
Yup, I'm a daddy's girl. I'm the only child of Marcus and Evangeline Ashridge and I'm completely spoiled. And I have to admit that I love it. When I was little I was in all sorts of lessons. Ballet, karate, singing, modeling, french, italian and modern dance. I loved them all and excelled at them all. I pick things up pretty quickly. I'm even advanced for my age in school. I'm 15 and I'm a senior. You have to love that. But lately, I have been feeling like an outsider. I've always hung out with the older kids, and now they're snubbing me since I'm in all their classes. It's been pretty lonely for me the last few months. Maybe that's why I so eager to be accepted and admired by an older man.
Don Lothario is a legend in our town. Everyone knows that he's bedded at least half the female population (as well as 1/4 of the male population, rumor has it). But there's this sort of slimy charm to him that even I found myself attracted to.
He's just so suave and so sure of himself. I love his confidence. I know that the fact that he seems to be mildy attracted to a 15 year old girl is sleazy, but the truth is that I've had a giant crush on him for years. So when he actually started hanging out with me and teasing me, I was extremely flattered.
I wasn't even bothered by it when he came on to mom. I know it's his thing. He comes on to all females. But mom sure was't thrilled. She's never liked him. She actually forbid me to see him.
"He's 27 and you're 15! It's not right. It's completely unnatural."
"But mom, he's sooo handsome and he really likes me!"
"Honey, there's plenty of time for you to grow up and meet Mr. Right. You just have to be patient."
"But you met dad when you were young!"
"Emma, I was 17 when I met your dad. And he was only 19. It's different. Plus we didn't start dating until I was out of high school. Promise me Emma. I want you to promise you'll stop seeing Don."
"Yes mom, I promise."
"Thank you Emma. You're such a bright girl. I don't want to see you tied down before you have a chance to explore your potential."
But I had been lying. I crossed my fingers behind my back when I promised Mom.
After that, Don and I kept in touch each night by email and IM's. I'd stay up until 4am each night to listen about his day, or laugh at his extremely off color jokes, or tell him all about myself. We grew closer and closer each night, and I found myself falling in love with him.
Even though I was exhausted each day from my late night IM sessions with Don, I continued to do well in school. In fact, I did so well that I got Straight A's and Momn decided that I should apply to the Will Wright School for Gifted Sims. I truly did not want to go. It was bad enough that I was being teased daily now about my young age. I knew I'd have to endure even more ridicule if I was sent to a school for gifted students. But I applied and was accepted, but that I still had to invite the Dean over so he could meet the family. I agreed to meet with the Dean, provided that Mom let me go out on a date the next day even though it was a school night. Mom hurriedly agreed and I dressed in the uber dorky dress Mom and purchased for my interview, and I schmoozed with the Dean. I schmoozed all afternoon and all night. I schmoozed over dinner and throughout the tour. I schmoozed so well that the Dean awarded me 115 points out of 90 and I was accepted.
The next night, much to my mother's chagrin, I went out with Don. We had so much fun. He took me to P.U.R.E. where we danced until 11pm and then, like the gentleman he had been all night, he brought me home before my curfew. We stood outside and teased each other and had a few good laughs.
Then he took me in his arms and slowly danced with me on the sidewalk. I sighed in his ear as he told me how beautiful I was. It was so perfect and I didn't want it to end.
I invited him in and we cuddled on the couch as Mom sat in the kitchen frowning. We talked for awhile and then when my Mom fell asleep, he scooped me into his arms and kissed me slowly and sweetly. It was my First Kiss and it was so magical. I kissed him back and when I felt his body respond, I quietly led him to my bedroom. That night I became a woman.
Several weeks later, I failed a Body Mass Index test in gym and was stunned. I had always been in great shape. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I left school early that day and went to the doctor to see why I had gained weight. The doctor took one look at me and quickly told me what I had refused to see.
"Dear girl, you're pregnant."
"What!?! But I... we... uh... I only had sex once!"
"Emerald, for such an intelligent girl, you sure do dumb things. You can pregnant on the first time."
Dr. Howard left to gather my thoughts. I went home and decided to confront my parents.
Mom was livid at first. She yelled me for over an hour, asking me how I could be so stupid, and hadn't she warned me, etc., etc. Then after awhile, she weakened and gave me a hug.
"Emerald, I still can't believe what you have done. But honestly, it's my fault too. I should have said no when you went out with him that night. But I wanted you to be happy and not hate me. Don't worry baby. I'll always be here for you."
Then she started patting my belly and talking to the baby.
Dad was another story.
He refused to even speak to me about the baby or about Don. In fact the only times he would talk to me was simply to say, "Please pass the salt." when we had dinner. I knew I had betrayed him and destroyed his expectations of me, and honestly that made me feel more guilty then anything.
After a while, the tension seemed to ease and Mom started to worry about me and everything I did. Dad, still didn't talk to me. But he seemed to accept the fact that their would be a small addition soon and he started to work on some furniture in the basement. Mom told me that building the baby's nursery furniture was his way of forgiving me, even if he couldn't seem to say it.
One day in my 6th month, I awoke to the oddest rasping sound I had ever heard. I ran into the living room and there I found Mom grabbing her throat and looking wildly at us. I screamed and went to her. Dad was already by her side trying to save her, but it was no use. Mom gave one last forced choke and then lie silently on the ground.
Death came for mom then and Dad begged for mercy. The tears streamed down his face and all I could do was stand quietly whimpering in the background. Death forced Dad to play Rock, Paper, Scissors. If Dad won, Mom's life would be spared. I watched silently as Dad and Death counted down. Dad chose Rock, and Death chose Paper. Dad's face crumbled as he realized he had lost. Death waved his hand, and suddenly Mom was gone, a tombstone in her place. Things continued to sour after that. I lost my appetite and only ate to nourish my unborn child. Dad withered and refused to talk to anyone. He would shut himself in the basement with only a book to read. Then suddenly he stopped working, stopped showering and stopped reading. He just sat on Mom's side of the bed and stared into space. One night I sat next to him and tried to comfort him.
"Dad, you need to snap out of this. I know you hurt. I hurt too. But I need you. And so does my baby. I can't do this alone Dad."
Then he spoke. It was the first time he had freely spoken to me in 5 months. And after he did, I wished he hadn't.
"You sure didn't need my help to get into this mess, and you don't need my help to get out of it either. You're a big girl. You proved that by disobeying us and getting pregnant."
"But dad..."
"I don't want to hear it Emerald. You decided to ignore us. We gave you everything you wanted but that wasn't enough. You disobeyed us then expected us to tell you it was okay. But it's not okay Emerald! You take and take and take, and never once thought about how you would hurt us. I'm tired of it. And right now I'm tired of you."
My face crumpled and I started to cry. Dad's face softened and he put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry Emerald. I'm just tired and want to sleep. Go to bed and we'll talk in the morning."
Unfortunately, that was never to be. I woke up before the birds started singing and shivered as the eerie silence grew around me. Something bad had happened. I got out of bed and went to Dad's room. The bed was empty and not slept in. I grew panicked and called out for Dad. I checked the bathrooms, the kitchen, the basement. Dad wasn't there. Finally I went outside and what I saw made my heart dive. Outside in front of Mom's tombstone, lay Dad's crumpled form. I ran to him, but it was too late. Death had already claimed him and had started to vanish as I run to him. I couldn't save my Mom, I hadn't saved my Dad. I was alone.
I called Don that morning and only received his answering machine. He had seen each other a few times after that first night, but he's always been busy. He didn't even know I was pregnant. But I needed him now. For days I called his house and kept getting the machine. Had Mom been right? Had he just used me? Had I just been a trivial interest to him because I had been untouched? I went to bed sobbing each night.
Then one night I woke up screaming in pain. My body felt like it was ripping in two. I crawled into the kitchen before collapsing on the cold tiles. I had never felt such horrible pain and I knew what was wrong. The baby was coming! For hours I moaned and screamed with pain. And as the sun broke through the dark sky, my baby was born.
My baby was a little boy with Don's coloring and my family's green eyes. Actually he looked quite a bit like Dad, and it was for that reason that I named him Marcus after his grandfather. I held Marcus to me and looked about the kitchen frightfully. I had my son and he was healthy. But I was 15 and alone. How could we possibly survive?
WARNING: I am very careful not to show sim nudity. However if a naked boob appears, please do all of us a favor and get over it. It's pixels for crying out loud. That said, this entry does imply teenage sexuality as well as inappropriate sexual situations between a teenager and an adult. Note that I said IMPLY and not SHOWS.
My name is Emerald Ashridge and this is my story. Ugh, I hate how corny that sounds. Anyway, yes you heard right. Emerald. What can I say. With a mother named Evangeline I was bound to have some far-out name. Most people just call me Emma though. My dad's another story. He calls me Spider. The reason behind that nickname is because I'm always crawling all over him for hugs.
Yup, I'm a daddy's girl. I'm the only child of Marcus and Evangeline Ashridge and I'm completely spoiled. And I have to admit that I love it. When I was little I was in all sorts of lessons. Ballet, karate, singing, modeling, french, italian and modern dance. I loved them all and excelled at them all. I pick things up pretty quickly. I'm even advanced for my age in school. I'm 15 and I'm a senior. You have to love that. But lately, I have been feeling like an outsider. I've always hung out with the older kids, and now they're snubbing me since I'm in all their classes. It's been pretty lonely for me the last few months. Maybe that's why I so eager to be accepted and admired by an older man.
Don Lothario is a legend in our town. Everyone knows that he's bedded at least half the female population (as well as 1/4 of the male population, rumor has it). But there's this sort of slimy charm to him that even I found myself attracted to.
He's just so suave and so sure of himself. I love his confidence. I know that the fact that he seems to be mildy attracted to a 15 year old girl is sleazy, but the truth is that I've had a giant crush on him for years. So when he actually started hanging out with me and teasing me, I was extremely flattered.
I wasn't even bothered by it when he came on to mom. I know it's his thing. He comes on to all females. But mom sure was't thrilled. She's never liked him. She actually forbid me to see him.
"He's 27 and you're 15! It's not right. It's completely unnatural."
"But mom, he's sooo handsome and he really likes me!"
"Honey, there's plenty of time for you to grow up and meet Mr. Right. You just have to be patient."
"But you met dad when you were young!"
"Emma, I was 17 when I met your dad. And he was only 19. It's different. Plus we didn't start dating until I was out of high school. Promise me Emma. I want you to promise you'll stop seeing Don."
"Yes mom, I promise."
"Thank you Emma. You're such a bright girl. I don't want to see you tied down before you have a chance to explore your potential."
But I had been lying. I crossed my fingers behind my back when I promised Mom.
After that, Don and I kept in touch each night by email and IM's. I'd stay up until 4am each night to listen about his day, or laugh at his extremely off color jokes, or tell him all about myself. We grew closer and closer each night, and I found myself falling in love with him.
Even though I was exhausted each day from my late night IM sessions with Don, I continued to do well in school. In fact, I did so well that I got Straight A's and Momn decided that I should apply to the Will Wright School for Gifted Sims. I truly did not want to go. It was bad enough that I was being teased daily now about my young age. I knew I'd have to endure even more ridicule if I was sent to a school for gifted students. But I applied and was accepted, but that I still had to invite the Dean over so he could meet the family. I agreed to meet with the Dean, provided that Mom let me go out on a date the next day even though it was a school night. Mom hurriedly agreed and I dressed in the uber dorky dress Mom and purchased for my interview, and I schmoozed with the Dean. I schmoozed all afternoon and all night. I schmoozed over dinner and throughout the tour. I schmoozed so well that the Dean awarded me 115 points out of 90 and I was accepted.
The next night, much to my mother's chagrin, I went out with Don. We had so much fun. He took me to P.U.R.E. where we danced until 11pm and then, like the gentleman he had been all night, he brought me home before my curfew. We stood outside and teased each other and had a few good laughs.
Then he took me in his arms and slowly danced with me on the sidewalk. I sighed in his ear as he told me how beautiful I was. It was so perfect and I didn't want it to end.
I invited him in and we cuddled on the couch as Mom sat in the kitchen frowning. We talked for awhile and then when my Mom fell asleep, he scooped me into his arms and kissed me slowly and sweetly. It was my First Kiss and it was so magical. I kissed him back and when I felt his body respond, I quietly led him to my bedroom. That night I became a woman.
Several weeks later, I failed a Body Mass Index test in gym and was stunned. I had always been in great shape. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I left school early that day and went to the doctor to see why I had gained weight. The doctor took one look at me and quickly told me what I had refused to see.
"Dear girl, you're pregnant."
"What!?! But I... we... uh... I only had sex once!"
"Emerald, for such an intelligent girl, you sure do dumb things. You can pregnant on the first time."
Dr. Howard left to gather my thoughts. I went home and decided to confront my parents.
Mom was livid at first. She yelled me for over an hour, asking me how I could be so stupid, and hadn't she warned me, etc., etc. Then after awhile, she weakened and gave me a hug.
"Emerald, I still can't believe what you have done. But honestly, it's my fault too. I should have said no when you went out with him that night. But I wanted you to be happy and not hate me. Don't worry baby. I'll always be here for you."
Then she started patting my belly and talking to the baby.
Dad was another story.
He refused to even speak to me about the baby or about Don. In fact the only times he would talk to me was simply to say, "Please pass the salt." when we had dinner. I knew I had betrayed him and destroyed his expectations of me, and honestly that made me feel more guilty then anything.
After a while, the tension seemed to ease and Mom started to worry about me and everything I did. Dad, still didn't talk to me. But he seemed to accept the fact that their would be a small addition soon and he started to work on some furniture in the basement. Mom told me that building the baby's nursery furniture was his way of forgiving me, even if he couldn't seem to say it.
One day in my 6th month, I awoke to the oddest rasping sound I had ever heard. I ran into the living room and there I found Mom grabbing her throat and looking wildly at us. I screamed and went to her. Dad was already by her side trying to save her, but it was no use. Mom gave one last forced choke and then lie silently on the ground.
Death came for mom then and Dad begged for mercy. The tears streamed down his face and all I could do was stand quietly whimpering in the background. Death forced Dad to play Rock, Paper, Scissors. If Dad won, Mom's life would be spared. I watched silently as Dad and Death counted down. Dad chose Rock, and Death chose Paper. Dad's face crumbled as he realized he had lost. Death waved his hand, and suddenly Mom was gone, a tombstone in her place. Things continued to sour after that. I lost my appetite and only ate to nourish my unborn child. Dad withered and refused to talk to anyone. He would shut himself in the basement with only a book to read. Then suddenly he stopped working, stopped showering and stopped reading. He just sat on Mom's side of the bed and stared into space. One night I sat next to him and tried to comfort him.
"Dad, you need to snap out of this. I know you hurt. I hurt too. But I need you. And so does my baby. I can't do this alone Dad."
Then he spoke. It was the first time he had freely spoken to me in 5 months. And after he did, I wished he hadn't.
"You sure didn't need my help to get into this mess, and you don't need my help to get out of it either. You're a big girl. You proved that by disobeying us and getting pregnant."
"But dad..."
"I don't want to hear it Emerald. You decided to ignore us. We gave you everything you wanted but that wasn't enough. You disobeyed us then expected us to tell you it was okay. But it's not okay Emerald! You take and take and take, and never once thought about how you would hurt us. I'm tired of it. And right now I'm tired of you."
My face crumpled and I started to cry. Dad's face softened and he put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry Emerald. I'm just tired and want to sleep. Go to bed and we'll talk in the morning."
Unfortunately, that was never to be. I woke up before the birds started singing and shivered as the eerie silence grew around me. Something bad had happened. I got out of bed and went to Dad's room. The bed was empty and not slept in. I grew panicked and called out for Dad. I checked the bathrooms, the kitchen, the basement. Dad wasn't there. Finally I went outside and what I saw made my heart dive. Outside in front of Mom's tombstone, lay Dad's crumpled form. I ran to him, but it was too late. Death had already claimed him and had started to vanish as I run to him. I couldn't save my Mom, I hadn't saved my Dad. I was alone.
I called Don that morning and only received his answering machine. He had seen each other a few times after that first night, but he's always been busy. He didn't even know I was pregnant. But I needed him now. For days I called his house and kept getting the machine. Had Mom been right? Had he just used me? Had I just been a trivial interest to him because I had been untouched? I went to bed sobbing each night.
Then one night I woke up screaming in pain. My body felt like it was ripping in two. I crawled into the kitchen before collapsing on the cold tiles. I had never felt such horrible pain and I knew what was wrong. The baby was coming! For hours I moaned and screamed with pain. And as the sun broke through the dark sky, my baby was born.
My baby was a little boy with Don's coloring and my family's green eyes. Actually he looked quite a bit like Dad, and it was for that reason that I named him Marcus after his grandfather. I held Marcus to me and looked about the kitchen frightfully. I had my son and he was healthy. But I was 15 and alone. How could we possibly survive?
WARNING: I am very careful not to show sim nudity. However if a naked boob appears, please do all of us a favor and get over it. It's pixels for crying out loud. That said, this entry does imply teenage sexuality as well as inappropriate sexual situations between a teenager and an adult. Note that I said IMPLY and not SHOWS.