Year: 1983

Sheila Carter swept past her younger sister without looking at her and growled quietly as she heard the blonde fifteen year old walk up to her.

"Why are you doing this?" her little sister asked with thinly veiled anger. Sheila sighed, her sister would never understand, she couldn't stay here anymore.

"Look, Sammie. I just need some space," the redhead stated in a controlled voice. She also needed to get away from her stupid murdering father, she had taken too much of his crap.

"You're moving to California!" exclaimed Samantha Carter incredulously. "That's more than 'some space'"

Sheila scowled at her, "Sammie, I'm twenty years old and I'm only a block away from this house right now! I just need to be further away!"

The blonde glared, "But I won't be able to see Willow any more!" she loved being an Aunt to her nineteen month old niece.

The redhead closed her eyes, "I know, but you'll still be able to call and Ira-

Sam went pink, "Why does this always have to be about your stupid boyfriend?!" Her older sister always brought Ira around the house, but he was a total loser- all he cared about was his job and how much money they had.

Sheila looked angry, "Ira is not stupid, he is the father of that little girl you're talking about and also your brother-in-law!"

The blonde snorted, "Not for another few months yet and anyway why are you having the wedding so far away?"

"Why do you think?" Sheila answered sarcastically. Sam should have figured it out by now, she was after all the brainy girl around here.

Sam had an expression of disappointment on her face, "You're doing this to spite dad, aren't you?"

Sheila flushed, "He doesn't care about his family, why would he care about my wedding?"

"You're not even giving him a chance," retaliated the younger Carter.

"Why would I?" scoffed Sheila bitterly. "He's had twenty years, I'd say that's one hell of a chance, but he didn't take it, did he!"

Sam sighed, "I know you're angry at dad, Mark and I are too." She blinked back tears as she thought about her mom.

"Dad killed her!" snapped Sheila as her eyes moistened slightly. "She's dead because he didn't give a crap about us!"

Sam flinched and looked away as she tried to hold back tears, "How can you just leave us like this? Me and Mark haven't done anything wrong and you're cutting us out of Willow's life. You aren't even going to mom's f-funeral!"

Sheila held back her anger, "I don't want dad near my daughter, ever!"

With that said Sheila Carter stormed off leaving her sister who finally let her tears fall freely.

Jacob Carter frowned down at the photo in his right hand, it was a picture of his redheaded daughter holding her equally redheaded child in her arms and grinning into the camera.

He marveled at how much his Sheila looked like his mother, the two looked almost exactly alike both with the same icy cold personality when angered.

His daughter had left with his granddaughter two days ago without saying goodbye, he knew that she blamed him for her mother's death barely two months ago, but she wasn't even staying for the funeral.

Jacob shook his head, he'd really messed up at raising his kids, Sheila especially was already starting to appear cold-hearted and whether she realized it or not she had become overly-interested in her studies so much so that she was starting to look like a workaholic.

Just like him.

Jacob forced the anguish and guilt down and hid the emotions behind his military-toughness-face as Sam had called it when she was a little girl.

He had really screwed up.