"What?! You're getting married? To who? DAD THIS SUCKS!" I yelled into his ear for the hundredth time that day. No wonder he had been acting really weird that entire week.

"How many times do I have to explain. I met Evelyn Lennox when we were fifteen years old. Then she got married to some other guy, had a kid, the husband died and now she's home free. I saw her last weekend and we hit it off. She just seemed so lonely. So I thought, 'what the hell, why not?' and asked the question. Simple" He replied absently.

I clenched my jaw and continued packing up my things. I was really, really, pissed off.

My father, the adorable soul he is, fell in love so quickly it was ridiculous. So far, after my mother died of course, he had been married three times.

Since I can remember, everyone he has ever married have been absolute wackjobs.

First there was Leanne Richard, who I was sure had some form of A.D.D. Then there was Matilda Carter, who insisted that I call her Missy for some reason and always had conversations with herself when she thought no-one was looking. And lastly there was Bella Ferrera. She was the scariest of them all. She wasn't wacky, she was plain psychotic. One time, when she forced me to call her my mother, and I refused, she brandished a kitchen knife at me and chased me around the house with it. Lucky for her, I had the phone in my hand. The police were there within seconds.

Needless to say, I was hoping, praying, that this marriage would be some form of normal.

Though I was certain it wasn't going to be.