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Chapter 2

I arrived in Cusick at 1:08 p.m. I stepped off the plane and the panic began to set in. How will he find me? He doesn't know who I am. What if he hates me? What's his name? Oh my god I can't remember his name! Shit.

I walk slowly toward baggage claim. Raking my mind trying to remember what the lawyer said his name was. Matt, John, Dan, it was something normal like that.

By the time I reach the baggage claim the bags have already begun to circulate. I see my purple suitcase at the other side and decide to wait until it comes back around.

It takes about three minutes for my bag to reach me again. I bend over and get ready to haul it of the conveyer belt, but a hand grabs it before I can. I swing around, my frustration that I cant remember my 'fathers' name and the new frustration at this man for taking my bag, melting together.

"Hey!...." I start out with a lot of force but the force dwindles as I get a feeling that I recognize this man.

"Eleanor Emerson..?" he asked looking more like a scared little boy than a man in his forties.

" Ellie", I spit out before thinking, then add," Yes that's me."

Oh man, is this really my dad. The man I had thought died when was three is standing in front of me. I was starting to panic again, I had a history of panic attacks. I tried calming myself down because I really did not want to embarrass my self this early in our relationship.

" Hi, I'm your Father, Mike Wenitz." Mike..right, " It's nice to meet you."

Well at least now I know where I get my shyness from. He kept adverting his eyes from mine and fidgeting. Oddly enough seeing him so uncomfortable was calming me down.

" Hello Mr. Wenitz, It's nice to meet you as well." Oh damn what am I supposed to refer to him as. Dad, Mike, Sir, at the moment Mr. Wenitz seemed ok.

" Is this your only luggage?" he asked motioning to my sole pathetic suitcase.

" Yeah I don't have much stuff." I told him. Wow this is even more awkward than I imagined.

We made are way quietly to his car. It was a small four door car in common shade of silver. I know nothing of cars, so I wasn't at all sure of what make or model, but it was nice.

"It's not along drive, only ten minutes or so."he, my new found father, uttered.

"Oh ok." jeez, do I feel like an idiot or what.

I sat in the passengers seat, my luggage riding in the back, staring out the window observing my new surroundings. So this, this is my new home.