My name is Emily Rose Becker. I live in Alma, Alabama. It's just me and my mom and it's always been that way. My dad died when I was younger and for my bed time stories my mom would tell me his "hunts" and the adventures he took with his brother. As I was growing up I always asked about my Dad:
"Mommy, can you tell me about Daddy?"
"Sure. I'll tell you about him."
"His eyes were candy apple green and brown hair just like yours. Whenever you saw him you couldn't help but smile."
"I met your Dad when we were working together. Him and his brother needed help solving a case."
"You were a Police Officer?" I asked very curiously.
"Yeah. Something like that." She said back hesitantly but added a smile at the end.
"We caught the bad guy and made sure she never hurt anyone again! Then your fathers and my relationship just flourished from there."She talked about my dad like he was a movie star. She truly did love him.
"How did he die mommy?"
"He died a hero. Saving people." Mom never went into detail about his death. I think it hurt her too much.
I loved my life. Just a average, normal girl in Alabama with a dream to be just like her Dad.
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The Wayward Daughter
FanfictionEmily Becker's life flipped upside down on the evening of her 17th birthday. She was cursed as a baby with angel blood. Now getting ready to be taken by the Angel that hurt her she runs. Read the book to find out Emily's journey! #supernatural #Dean...
