Picking up my phone I dial Uncle Bobby's number. . . Ring, Ring, Ring. "Hello?" says an all too familiar gruff voice. "Daddy?" I say into the phone very quietly because truthfully I'm hoping this is a sick joke. "Court? Are you with Sam? Are you okay? Why do I hear an ocean in the background?" My dad asks as tears run down my face. "No, dad I'm not with Sam I figured since you're with Uncle Bobby he would've told you. I'm with my uncle and cousin in La Push, Washington. I guess I'm okay. And I might be at the beach." I hear talking on the other end, then yelling, then a crash, then he says "I'm coming up there to get you." "No, daddy, I wanta stay. I like it up here it's semi-peaceful and I've settled in." I reply to his statement and Paul perks up when I say that I wanta stay. "Are you sure Princess?" Smiling at his old nickname for me I reply "Yea, I've got my recording stuff set up I'm making friends at the local college and I might have found the one." Paul glares at me as I say that because we both know I've found the one. "Okay, I'll be up there in 2 to 3 days depending on how long it takes for us to find out who raised me. Then I'll come kick the guys ass okay? Bye baby girl see you soon." Click.