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Damian and Zoe belong to DaLiz13..feel free to update twice in one day...it won't hurt. :P

Woohoo! Chapter 10! Who knew we'd make it this far! Tassels and confetti!

A/N: Shall we commence with part 2? 3,800 words...oh yeah.

The next morning, Erin woke up feeling oddly peaceful. She shook her hair loose and stood up to stretch. Aww, it felt good to crack her bones and stretch her legs. Today might be a good day. She smiled, maybe they'd let her out of her room. Slowly she crept into the hallway knowing it was still very early. Maybe she could get some TV watching in before the whole house woke up. Quietly as she could she went into the living room, Erin grimaced as she saw Mark sitting on the couch watching TV. She turned to leave.

"Pump yer brakes." Erin sighed, she was busted. "Come sit and talk to me." Erin raised her eyebrow..what? She did not want to talk to him. Not EVER.

"No um, I'm going to go up to my room, I'll get started on this project. It's due soon." Mark chuckled.

"Liar. Come sit and talk to me." Erin sighed, so much for a good day. She begrudgingly plopped down on the couch next to Mark and propped her elbows onto her knees so she could rest on her hands.

Mark just looked at her. She looked completely different from the night before. Her complexion was back and so was her composure. He was pleased, although he didn't know why. Erin broke into his thoughts. "What are you staring at?" Mark chuckled.

"Never gonna harness that mouth, am I?" Erin merely raised her eyebrow and turned her attention back to the TV. Mark turned the TV off and adjusted his body so he was facing Erin fully. Erin sensed his seriousness. She sighed but remained in her position...she didn't want to look him in the face. Not after last night. Mark took a deep breath, he need to approach this with tact. "Erin, you know your father is coming today, right?" Mark watched Erin stiffen completely and then relax. "But I'm not going to him or your brother get anywhere near you." Erin looked at Mark out of the corner of her eye. "You and Phoenix are gonna go to dinner with me, while Michelle, Richard, and Park have dinner here." Erin knew this already, but it still touched her to know that Mark wanted to protect her...even if her own 'sister' didn't. She chewed her lip with nervousness, she knew Mark was expecting an answer. She rubbed her suddenly sweaty palms on her shorts. Erin stared straight ahead as she spoke.

"I'd uh, like to stay here if you don't mind." Mark looked at her. "I need to confront this and him." Mark nodded, he was oddly proud of the girl. He looked down at his watch and when he looked up Erin was looking into his eyes. "You'll be there the whole time right?" Mark looked at her.

"Sure will." He reached out to tug on her hair, Erin knocked his hand away.

"I don't like to be touched." Mark nodded and watched Erin go back to her previous posture of staring at the TV. "Can you make sure Phoenix isn't there, this might scare him a lot." Mark nodded.

"Does he know?"

"Bits and pieces," she said softly. Mark nodded.

"I'll call Sara, he can spend the afternoon with the girls." Erin nodded.

"Thanks." Silence consumed them again, Erin really wanted to leave, but she sensed that Mark wanted her to stay. A few seconds later she realized she was right.

"Was it really bad with him? Richard I mean." Erin sighed.

"Beyond bad." Mark nodded, he didn't need to know anymore. He silently vowed, he'd rip both of them limb from limb to protect her from them. He'd kill them if necessary. "Can I go now?" Mark smiled.

"One last question." Erin sighed. "What were you thinking taking that freak up to your room?" Erin couldn't help but laugh. "No, seriously, Michelle said he had all kinds of tattoos and gunk all over him." Erin looked at Mark.

"Uh, hello, you're full of tattoos yourself and I'd say you're pretty gunky motorcycle man." Mark smiled, he'd finally gotten the kid out of her shell.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, today I want to meet him and you two are staying here in the living room where I can see you." Erin grunted.

"Then you are going to be in and out of here all day." Mark laughed.

"No I won't because I'm not leaving. I"m going to sit right there in my recliner and watch you with these here eyes. Plain and simple." Erin grunted sometimes she hated that man. Michelle walked into the room and immediately the atmosphere shifted. Erin cast the woman a disdainful glare.

"Morning honey, Erin." Mark smiled.

"Mornin." Erin merely grunted and stood up. She quickly moved past Michelle and into the hallway.

"Screw you," Erin hissed as she made her way up to her room.

"Erin!" Michelle said in shock. She turned to look at Mark for help. He merely shrugged.

"You deserve it. After all you brought her worst nightmare to life." Michelle sighed and walked out of the room. She was feeling increasingly worse as the day progressed. What had she done?

Phoenix was sitting on the deck playing with his race cars as Erin did her spanish homework. She thought it was terrible how all of her teachers decided to give projects all at the same time. Erin was determined to enjoy the day even if it was only the two hours of freedom that Mark allotted to her. She thought it was funny that she'd choose to spend her free time with the mop headed little boy who randomly spoke Mwanda. The kid had really grown on her. Erin looked down at her pen, she'd practically chewed the cap into dust. Oops. It seemed she was more nervous than she knew. It was just the thought of Park and Richard coming by that made her stomach do somersaults. "Er?"

"Yeah buddy?"

"Ndoro says that I have to go and play with Chasey and Gracie today." Erin kept her eyes focused on work.

"Oh, what's wrong with that?" Phoenix shrugged.

"I don't think they like me too much. They say I'm stealin their daddy." Erin dropped her pen...they said what? She turned to the little boy.

"When did they say that?"

"Last time they were here. Told me that I needed to go find my own Daddy cause theirs wasn't for sale." Erin chewed her inner lip.

"Keep playing with your cars, I'll be right back, gonna get us something to drink." The little boy nodded and continued speeding his racers down the track. Erin lurked angrily into the house to find Mark. She turned several corners looking for him. "Mark!"

"In here," Erin followed his voice into his office. She stopped just before entering the room. He was on the phone. "Yeah, I know Hipper, but Daddy isn't replacing you. It's just now I have more kids to love." Mark smiled. "No Sweetie, I won't ever forget you. I'm his daddy, I'm your daddy, and I'm Gunner's daddy. Don't worry, I know how to be a lot of people's daddies. So don't you worry about that, ok?" Mark laughed. "Alright Hipper, I love you too. Tell Mama I'll call her later. Bye now." Mark shook his head smiling and hung up the phone. Erin thought it was funny how he'd mentioned everyone but her. She sighed, at least Mark was claiming Phoenix. That's all she really wanted.

"Mark?" Mark looked up at her from behind his desk.

"What's up, enjoyin your free time?" Erin shrugged.

"Yeah, I was just wonderin what time dinner was?"

"Six, why?" She shrugged.

"No reason, just gotta get Lizard gone by then." Mark grunted, what kind of name was Lizard?

"I wanna meet him." Erin turned around to leave smiling.

"Sure ya do," she tossed over her shoulder. Mark grunted in response. Erin smiled, Mark was just full of surprises. She headed off into the kitchen to find her and Phoenix some lemonade.

As Erin walked into the kitchen she sighed, there was Michelle getting dinner ready. Maybe she could avoid Barbie. "Erin," the blonde said. Maybe not.

Erin ignored the woman and merely grabbed two sodas out of the fridge. "Erin, I'm talkin' to you. I want to apologize." Erin scoffed and closed the fridge. "Don't give him a soda, he'll be up all night. Put some juice in a thermos." Erin rolled her eyes and obliged, she'd seen Phoenix on soda, it would be bad. "Erin, can't you just listen to me? I'm trying to say I'm sorry."

"Too late, princess." Michelle sighed.

"You just don't know how tough it is for me." Erin stopped in her tracks, tough for her? "You know with all the problems we have between us. It hasn't been easy." Erin turned with fire blazing in her eyes and glared at her sister.

"It ain't been easy for you? Are you kidding me? My whole life hasn't been easy. You try being scorned and ridiculed because you're parents see you as a mistake. I've been beaten, locked in closets, spat on, left at malls, and thrown downstairs." Erin shook her head. "You think your life is hard? Get real, you're just the All American girl with an All American family. I'm the black sheep, the unwanted one." Erin shook her head. "Get over yourself, pathetic bimbo." Erin left the kitchen just as Mark walked into it. He looked at his wife who was crying. Slowly he crept over towards her and wrapped her in his arms. He rubbed her back.

"I didn't know all of that." Mark sighed.

"Ssh, you couldn't have."

Damian and Erin were sitting right where Mark told them to, right smack dab in the middle of the living room with all the lights on in the middle of the afternoon. So far Mark had held true to his word and sat right in the recliner for the whole afternoon, watching, them. Right now, he'd ben called away on some business calls. Leaving the two teens alone. Erin smiled at the thought. "Erin, I don't think your dad likes me very much." Erin scoffed.

"He is not my father." Lizard laughed.

"Really? Step dad or foster?" Erin shrugged. He didn't seem like the kid to know that type of stuff. Especially with his suped up truck and expensive watch. She questioned if he knew anything at all glancing at the work he'd done all afternoon...a real Einstein for sure.

"Foster," she finally said. Damian nodded.

"That cool, Zoe's one too." He cocked his head. "Well she was, we adopted her last year." She shrugged, that explains why they look nothing alike.

"I didn't know that."

"Yeah, we had her since she was two. She's been my sister basically my whole life regardless of what the courts say." Erin smiled, that was interesting. She'd never expected Damian to be so, so caring. "Anyway," he said putting his hair into a ponytail. "I don't think your Mark likes me very much." Erin laughed.

"Don't take it personally, I don't think he likes any teenage boys very much." Damian rolled his eyes.

"Did you see how he tried to murder me with his eyes? I mean yeah I have a few tatts here and there and ninety-seven piercings, but that doesn't give him the excuse to write me off," he said playfully. Erin got an idea and grinned evilly.

"Wanna freak him out even more?" Damian smiled.

Fifteen minutes later.

"Woah, stop that!" Mark ran across the room snatching the pair apart. Erin and Damian fell into a fit of laughter. "What's going on here?" The teens continued to laugh hysterically. "Answer me!" Mark grunted as he still only got laughter as a response. He lost all of his patience and yanked the young man of equal height up by the collar of his shirt. The room instantly turned serious.

"Woah, Mark, we were just messing with you." Mark didn't loosen his grip in fact he tightened it until it was almost a choke.

"Whaddya mean?" Erin shrugged.

"Me and Lizard have been saying all day how you've been crowding us. We just wanted to give you some of what you expected."

"By sucking his face off?" At that comment both Lizard and Erin snickered. Mark shook his head in frustration and stalked off. "This study session is over!" Lizard laughed.

"It's fine, I've gotta go and get Zoe from her boy toy's house. Kid looks like he hasn't seen the sun in five years." Erin laughed as Damian gathered his stuff. "Thanks for the help Streaks, I'll see you tomorrow." Erin nodded as Lizard left the room. She glanced at her watch. 5:15...forty-five minutes until D-Day. Oh, boy.

A car pulled into the driveway and two doors could be heard closing. Erin gulped. Mark turned towards her. "You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to." Erin looked up at Mark.

"I want to," she said with a strength she didn't know she had. Mark walked in front of her and knelt down.

"Alright, but if he makes you uncomfortable or you want to leave you'll tell me, promise?" Erin looked at his outstretched pinky and nodded connecting hers with his.

"Promise." Mark nodded.

"I'm not going to leave your side, I won't let him hurt you." Erin smiled and nodded.

"Our guests are here!" Mark and Erin walked down the steps, with every step Erin could feel her heartbeat growing louder and louder. Erin stood off to the side as Michelle engulfed her father in a hug. She was hoping to encounter them on her own terms...she wasn't that lucky.

"Erie girl, how are you?" Erin shot him a disdainful glare as the man crept closer to her. Erin refused to look him in the eye. He tried to hug her but Erin pushed his hand away. "Come on now, is that anyway to treat your older brother."

"I don't have one," Erin grumbled. Park feigned hurt.

"Oh man, don't say that Eriebelle that really hurts my feelings." Erin ground her teeth she hated his condescending pet names. Now her father was looking at her...smiling.

"Well, lookie here, it's my Erin the heartache. Come give me a hug girl." Erin stood firm and shook her head.

"I don't give hugs." Mark smiled, he was proud that she was holding her own. He did notice however, Richard's eyes develop fire as he heard his daughter's response. Michelle stepped in.

"Well, my dinner is getting cold. Let's go enjoy it and catch up." Everyone walked forward into the dining room. Erin took a deep breath, she could survive this.

Two hours later, Erin was feeling relaxed. So far she'd almost completely avoided both Park and Richard. It seemed that she would be able to weather the storm and come out unscathed. Right now they were all sitting in the living room watching a movie. Michelle had suggested it and Erin actually had to give her some props, this was a good idea. "Hey, Erie, can you get us some more popcorn?" Mark grunted.

"She's not your slave." Erin stood up and shook her head.

"No Mark, it's ok. I don't mind." Mark sighed and nodded. Erin snatched the bowl from Park's hand and headed off into the kitchen. She sighed, she actually felt like she'd gotten off easy. So far no one had really bothered her and she knew Phoenix was ok. She smiled a bit, for once she knew all was right.

Erin's blood went cold as she felt breath on the back of her neck. "So you thought that because you don't live with me anymore that you could disrespect me?" Erin froze in her place...Richard. The man grabbed her hair and spun her around, he quickly clasped his hand over her mouth. "Don't say a word." Erin gulped she was too scared to talk. "Remember that two hundred dollars you stole from me?" Erin still didn't move. "And that TV or my stereo? Thought you were pretty smart, huh? Well guess what? I talked to my lawyer yesterday, and you're comin' home." Erin almost collapsed in his clutches. She need to think fast. Erin digging down deep for her last bit of nerve and bit him. The man cursed and released his grip. She gasped as his hand was fell from her face and rose to strike her. She held her breath as the blow was halted...Mark and Michelle.

"Daddy how could you?" Erin slunk to the floor. With Mark catching her in his grasp.

"You ok, kid?" Erin was panting from pure fear but nodded. She could never go back there. Mark looked up at Michelle who had successfully pushed their father against the wall and was chewing him out with Park getting some of the tongue lashing as well. Erin looked down at the floor she had bigger problems at hand.

"Mark, I-I don't wanna go back," she said. Mark nodded and pulled the girl close.

"You won't have to." Mark knew that Richard was a business man, attack his money flow and he'd go away. As far as Mark was concerned Erin was never leaving his care. Never. Right now, he was restraining himself from murdering both of the men who stood in his kitchen. How could you treat a child that way? Mark continued to stroke Erin's hair as Michelle angrily escorted the two men out. Mark smiled, maybe Michelle could win Erin over after all.

A few minutes later Michelle reentered the room. She looked at her sister who was still on the floor clinging to Mark's grasp like the world depended on it. She now really understood what that girl had gone through. She felt horrible knowing that she'd potentially caused her sister to relieve those traumatic years. "You ok, Erin?" Erin's only acknowledge of the woman was to close her eyes tight. She really didn't want to be in the same room as her. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't know he was like that." Erin looked up.

"Yeah you did." Michelle shook her head.

"No I didn't." Erin tightened her scowl.

"Yes you did!"She said voice getting louder with every word. "You knew how he treated me, you were there for countless beatings or when he made a sport of leaving me at stores while he took you shopping. You KNEW how he treated me and you did nothing about it." Erin shook her head, "I know that's the only reason you brought me here, to soothe your conscience, well guess what three months doesn't make up for a lifetime of neglect and hurt." Erin stood up. "Then you invited him here you..."

"Erin." Erin ignored Mark and continued her rant.

"Wanna know why I treat him better than you? It's because he treats me like a human, he's straight up. I knew from day one he didn't want me here, but you, you kept saying how much you wanted me here, when you consistently treated me like crap. Well, I guess I should have known better considering who raised you. You know what I like about him, there's no charade. When he says, 'Erin you annoy me' he means it." She shook her head. "But not with you, you're as fake as that crap you slime all over yourself. So what, I talk to him more? He and I have more in common that we ever will." Erin shook her head. "You just can't stand to have someone have your spotlight, can you? You just have to be the 'it' girl. Daddy's little princess. Prom Queen. Well guess what? Daddy's little reject hates you! I hate you and every drop of blood that runs in you. You let him do all that crap to me and you did't once raise a hand to stop it. Now you say...'oh I feel so, so bad!' And you think just because you let me live in your house that it's all going to magically get better? You're insane and delusional." Erin took a deep breath still scowling. "In case you didn't know, I hate you." Erin spat angrily. "I hate you with everything I have." Erin kicked the cabinet. "Drop dead barbie." Mark grabbed Erin's wrist. Erin shook her head in frustration and shook off his grip. "Don't touch me. Go get hit by a bus for all I care."

Mark and Michelle stood staring at Erin as she stomped up the stairs. They were both shocked...she'd heard them talking. "Now what?" Michelle said still staring at Erin's closed door.

"We wait," Mark said. They'd just wait.

Can you say 'dousy'?

There!..Happy now? :P I'm glad you guys enjoy it so much.

A/N: TTB will be updated next. So enjoy marinating on this one.

A/N: Can I get an unwanted adoption update..for the love of Pete!