SPOV

The next morning dawned bright and clear.

I wasn't sure what to do anymore. I was scared to death of my father. I didn't want to face him. More than anything, I didn't want to go back with him to wherever he lives.

It would completely ruin my life. I had a firmly founded life here in LA. Even with my mom gone. I looked out the windows. I seemed to find peace when looking at the last buds of the gardens.

It didn't last for long. All these thoughts swirled within my head. I knew my father would be showing up in a matter of days. I didn't know exacly when.

He hadn't said in his letter. I was beginning to feel desperate. I needed some reassurance. I wasn't exactly sure where to go for that.

I stood up. If there was one person willing to help me right now, it would be Chad; however, I'm not sure that he has reassurance to offer.

I opened the door to my room and made my way down the hall. For the first time since I'd moved in I noticed the pictures hanging in beautiful frames lining the walls.

They were mostly pictures painted by the most famous of artists. I noticed one that seemed to be framed in the nicest frame. It was the Cooper family.

I smiled. Chad looked so little. He was grinning ear to ear. One of his front teeth was missing. I thought about how much they looked like a family.

Now they weren't even here to know what was going on in Chad's life. Not that they could help it. They were so, so busy. Chad said he understood that, but Sonny could see that he didn't quite.

She continued through the hall until she came to the next to last door. She hesitated a moment then knocked. A second later the door was opening to reveal a very casually dressed Chad.

"Come on in," he said nodding his head toward the inside of his room. "Thanks," I said walking in and looking around. His room wasn't at all what I had imagined it would be.

It wasn't covered with photos of himself. Wow. "Nice room," I commented, sitting on the edge of his bed which was adorned with a Star Wars comforter.

"Ya think?" He asked skeptically. "Of course, it is CDC's room, ya know," I picked up on the teasing note in his voice. I replied, "You always know what to say to bring a smile to my face. Or at least get my mind off all the trouble."

"That's the way I roll." I fake punched him on the arm. "Don't you have to be at work soon?" I asked him. He shrugged, "Yeah, I only have to show up for rehearsal. It's not a filming day." I nodded.

He would be leaving real soon. "So," he said sitting with me, "Did you need to talk?" I smiled slightly. The old Chad would have never asked me that.

The old Chad wouldn't have even let me in his room. I really liked the new Chad. My heart twisted with pain at that thought. Leaving the new Chad would be hard.

But I couldn't think that way. I shook those thoughts out of my head and answered him, "I just.... I'm just worried. About my dad's visit." I found myself ready to pour my heart out to him.

He looked at me evenly. Then he said, "We will find a way. You know, to get him to go away. And leave you here." I wasn't convinced.

He didn't seem convinced either. I took a deep breath. Then stood up. I began to go around the room; looking at all the pictures he had.

"I know; I trust you." And I really did. I didn't trust anyone more right now. I was looking at the pictures he had framed on his shelf. They all had something to do with a magazine shoot or him winning an award.

Except for one. The one I had come to made my heart pound. In a good way. I felt another bit of joy come into my heart. It was me. I was smiling in the prophouse.

It was obviously from my first month there. I wondered how he could have gotten it.

I showed him the picture. "Really Chad? Really?" He blushed. I smiled at that. "Oh, thats um... thats something that I got for my little cousin. She loves you're show for some reason."

That was a pathetic excuse. Very pathetic. "Oh. Well then. Tell her I think that it's sweet." I winked and walked out of the room. "See ya later!" I yelled back at him.

I heard his mumbled reply. I smiled happily. It felt good to be so free with Chad. Without the walls holding us back. But then my heart gave a painful jolt.

Because I knew what I had to do.

It would take sacrifice. And that was the hardest thing to do. I took deep breath as I pulled out a pen and paper. Chad had just left. I began writing.

Dear Chad,

This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. But I have to. Hopefully you'll understand. I don't want to encounter my father. I don't want to move away from you. Maybe this way, I can come back. But I'll have to go far. No doubt he'll be searching the whole city for me. But please, let me say this. I love you. I have since I first met you. I just didn't know it then. We may be too young, but this is how I feel. I'll be fine. Don't worry. Please.

Love with all my heart,

Sonny

I folded the letter and dropped it in the envelope. I wrote his name on the back. I decided I would tack it to his door. The maids would leave it alone.

After I had put it up, I went back to my room. I gathered up the small bag I had. I put the straps on my shoulders. I silently left my room.

I walked down the stairs. I went out the back doors leading on to the back patio. I began walking. Purposefully heading toward my destination.

But I wasn't exactly sure where that was.