"We don't like what we don't understand, in fact it scares us, and this monster is mysterious at least"- Beauty And The Beast- The Mob Song

"So which room is yours?" I asked my dad as I glanced around the four bedroom house in the country he suggested we moved into. After he saw my new appearance, he took me to countless doctors trying to find a way to fix me. Once it became obvious he couldn't he decided to move. He claimed it was for my own good but I'm not sure I believe that.

"The one right across the hall." Dad answered pointing to the vacant room.

"Where is your stuff?"

"I have some business to take care of back in the city. Once I finish, I will be back with my stuff." Dad said giving me a hug. He hadn't hugged me in a long time, so I was caught off guard, but I eventually composed myself enough to return the hug.

"I'll be back in a week." Dad said as he broke the hug.

"Alright see you in a week." I said as Dad left.

"Carlos, have you decided what you want for dinner?" Kelly asked from my doorway.

"I think I'll pass on dinner tonight." I answered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, Kelly." I said. I really wasn't in the mood to eat. I had been forced to move from my home and to withdraw from school; I didn't have much of an appetite.

"Alright, you know where to find me if you change your mind." Kelly sighed before she left me alone again.

"Who is it?" I asked as I looked out the peephole of our front door. I had hoped it was my dad since it had been eight days since he left me here. Instead, it was a man I had never seen before.

"My name is Jett Stetson," Was the strangers reply.

"What do you want?" I asked opening the door. I sounded harsh, but I had a right to be. I had not heard from my father since he left me here and now some random guy was at my door.

"I live here." Jett said shrugging his shoulders.

"What do you mean you live here?" I asked figuring the guy was crazy.

"Your Dad hired me to tutor you."

"Well as you can see, I don't need a tutor so screw off." I snapped. I didn't need anyone else around to see what a freak I now was.

"Well, that could be a problem." Jett stated with a smile on his face.

"How so?"

"I'm blind." Jett answered. I stared at him shocked. I should have known Dad would do something like this.

"Oh, so the old man hired a blind guy to teach his freak show son." I snapped, my anger getting the best of me. I was hurt that my father was so ashamed of my appearance that he'd hired a blind man to tutor me.

"Welcome to Hell and I hope you milk my dad for every penny he is worth." I shouted as I ran upstairs to my room. Even if Jett couldn't see, I would not cry in front of anyone.

It had now been three weeks since I was uprooted from the life I had known and forced to live in this hell-hole. My dad still had not been back. He kept coming up with different excuses as to why he had yet to make the move.

"Where are you?" I asked as I looked at the TV screen which showed a picture of my father. He had been on the news again for winning another case. I don't know why, but once I saw him on the screen I paused it and for the past ten minutes, I have just been staring at him.

"Dinner is almost done." Kelly said coming into the room and breaking me out of my trance.

"D-Do you miss him?" I asked. My question caused Kelly to take a seat next to me on the couch.

"Every day of my life." Kelly answered.

"Then how come you just left him?"

"I had to. I wanted to come to America to make a better life for me and my son. At the time, I couldn't bring him with me and I have been trying ever since I got here to get him a green card. But it is hard. He was five when I left him. He is ten now so for half his life I have been trying." Kelly said looking at me.

"You still left" I whispered.

"Sometimes parents do what they think is best for their children" Kelly replied.

"You miss him, don't you?" Kelly asked, giving me a knowing look, I guess she figured out why I was acting the way I was. I had already lost my mother and now I feel as though I have lost my dad to.

"No, I don't. You shouldn't miss someone who doesn't miss you, right?" I answered trying to hide the fact that I missed my dad more than anything. Sure, he was never really around and we barely got to talk since he was always busy, but I at least got to see him.

"Your dad will come around." Kelly said before getting up and heading back into the kitchen.

"Hey, Dad, its Carlos, listen, I know we keep making and changing plans and maybe you are supposed to be here tomorrow, I can't really remember. But let's just cut the crap, ok, Dad? We both know you aren't coming." I said.

Once I hung up the phone, I could feel the tears as they made their way down my face. He had promised me when Mom died that he would never leave me and he promised when he moved me here that he would be back. He lied to me on both accounts.

~KendallPOV~

"Mom, I'm home!" I called as I entered our house. I was greeted with the usual sounds that come from her room. Deciding I did not want to hear my mother work, I went to my room.

My mind began to drift to thoughts of school. It had been weeks since Carlos had been there. No one knew where he was other than the fact he had been listed as temporarily home schooled. It took an hour for the rumors to start. Some people said he was in rehab.

The student council figured he was disowned by his father. Even James and Dak were part of the rumors. James said he probably ran off to Hollywood while Dak seems to think Carlos just finally got bored of school and dropped out. I didn't believe any of the rumors. Sure, Carlos was a brat and overdramatic at times, but he would never just leave by choice.

He had too much going on for him to just drop off the map. And although I don't really know him personally, I just hope that where ever he is that he is okay. I know deep down behind his act that he actually does have a heart. He showed it to me that night at the party. Granted he didn't intend for me to see his softer side, but it had happened.

Those few short minutes spent with him at that party were some of the happiest I have had in a long time. I still have the rose he gave me closed inside my book.

"Carlos, where ever you are, I hope you are okay." I whispered before turning over and going to sleep.

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