Don Flack slammed his phone back onto his desk and he sighed and dropped his head into his hands. He couldn't even have a civilised conversation with his own daughter. What had he done?

"Flack...you alright?" a female voice asked him and he looked up to see Stella Bonosera with her hands clasping onto a brown envelope.

"No...no I'm not" Don said honestly and Stella pulled a chair up and sat on the other side of his desk.

"What's up?" she asked him even though she had a faint idea what it was.

"Hannah...she hates me Stella..." Don said and he looked into her eyes and Stella shook her head.

"She's your daughter Flack...she doesn't hate you" Stella tried to tell him but he just shook his head.

"I've spent the last thirteen years without waking up to her sat in the kitchen eating her cereal...I miss her Stella" Don said. It was true, he missed his daughter, but he couldn't look at her without seeing Emily and that hurt him. It hurt him bad. But he didn't know how to be a dad. He didn't know what his daughter wanted and it didn't help that she didn't talk to him either.

"Well do something about it" Stella said simply and Don chuckled deeply.

"Where do I start? She won't talk to me for longer than ten minutes Stella" Don said and Stella shrugged.

"Bring her back home. She's leaving school soon Don...get her into college here. You need to talk to her Don. If you don't then you'll never get her back" Stella said and Don shrugged.

"I don't know Stell...what if..." he began but couldn't finish as Stella cut him off:

"Give it up Don. You either want Hannah back or not. Just do what you want. That girl has spent thirteen years without parents...do something about it" Stella said and she stood up and huffed off. Don annoyed her sometimes. He was always contradicting himself.

Hannah POV

My mobile was ringing again. I had only just taken the phone back to reception and he was calling again. This time I did pick it up. I didn't want to anger him anymore.

"Dad" I answered the phone and he sighed at the other end.

"Hannah...I don't know what to do..." he said and I sat on my bed and listened intently.

"Go on" I said. Dad never confessed he didn't know what to do.

"I know I have never been there for you Hannah" he began and once again I snorted and he sighed deeply.

"Just listen Hannah...please" he begged and I remained quiet and so he took it as a sign that he should continue.

"I was...wondering if you want to come back to America...after your exams" he said after a few deep breaths. I remained quiet. I didn't know what to say. Did I want to go back to the states? What would he be like? Did he really want to be with me?

"I don't know...I know you don't like me dad, because of mum...wouldn't it be best for me to just stay here?" I asked him.

"I do not hate you Hannah...I love you, you're my daughter. I just never knew what to do...what to say to you...I know I have been a crap dad...but I want to try and make it up to you. I know it will be hard for you to forgive me and it will take time, but I want to make it work" he said and I didn't know what to say. This was the most emotional he had been around me.

"Okay" I agreed, wondering if it was a mistake.

"Okay" he replied. He didn't sound happy. He sounded neutral.

"I'll talk to you later" dad said and he hung up on me. I did the same and I began to cry. Tears of anger and tears of joy. He didn't hate me...yet I hated him for wasting thirteen years of not being with me. I didn't know what to feel.

Four weeks later

I thought I was about to hyperventilate. I was walking with my case towards arrivals where he said he would be. I hadn't seen him in a year and wondered if he would notice me. I stood to one side and looked upon all the people stood waiting at NY Airport. I looked around and noticed him immediately. He was wearing a crisp suit, his hair was short as always and his eyes were the same as mine. He must have seen me because he began walking towards me. When he was two metres away he nodded at me.

"Hannah...how was your flight?" he asked and I nodded.

"Good thanks dad" I said. You could cut the tension with a knife.

"Let me take that" he said and he took my pink case from me and began wheeling it out of the airport. He led me towards his car and I sat in as he opened the boot.

"So...you okay?" he asked when we had started to drive.

"Yeah...fine...you?" I asked out of politeness.

"Good good...how was your exams?" God now he was desperate.

"Fine...results are out in summer" I said. End of conversation. The rest of the drive was spent in silence and finally he pulled up at a large block. New York was different to London.

"I'm on the twelfth floor...apartment 91" dad said and I followed him up to the apartment where we finally got to. I just realised how unfit I was when I was puffing from the stairs.

"Your room is on the right...bathroom is in the middle" dad said as I cautiously walked into the apartment. It was clean and almost clinical. Like no one lived there.

"I have to go to work soon...so I'll let you settle down and I'll bring pizza for tea" dad said as he placed my case on the inside of my bedroom.

"I don't like pizza" I told him and he looked at the floor.

"I didn't know that" he muttered

"I told you when you last came to England and asked if I wanted to go to a pizzeria" I said and he looked me in the eyes.

"I must have forgotten" he said and I raised a brow. He had forgotten his daughters worst food. Great.

"So Chinese then?" he asked and I nodded.

"Fine with me" I said and he nodded at me before checking his watch.

"I'd best go" he said

"Okay" I agreed.

"I'll see you later"

"Bye" I said and stood there as he walked to the door.

"Hannah...I am happy...that you're here" he said before he shut the door. I didn't know what to say in return to him. After he had gone I began unpacking in the spare room and then I looked at my reflection. I had the same brunette curly hair as mum, the same small noise, the same small noise and I was small. The only thing I had of dads was his piercing blue eyes. But I wanted more of dad. I wanted him to love me and not for me to be nervous around him.