"Coopy what's the matter?" Connor asked as he and Joie followed Cooper into their old house. "Why are you sad? I don't want you to be sad Coopy." He tugged on Joie's arm and pointed at Cooper. "Make him happy Joie."

"Connor just be quiet," Joie said gently. "Now is not-"

"But I want Coopy to be happy!"

"Connor, would you please just shut the fuck up?" Cooper growled. He wasn't really mad at Connor or anything but he could not deal with his younger brother's whining at the moment. "I've got something important to do."

Connor's face fell at Cooper's tone. "Mean!" he shrieked unhappily. "Just because you're sad doesn't mean you have to be mean!" He sniffled and stormed off, making Joie sigh and shake his head.

"Connor-"

"Go after him," Cooper ordered.

"But what about you?"

"I'll be fine. Just make sure he doesn't go off and get himself in trouble." Cooper was far from being fine but he didn't want Joie to worry about him.

Joie wasn't buying it for a moment but he let it be. "Call me if you need me, okay?" He waited until Cooper nodded before kissing him and going after Connor. Cooper let out a shaky breath and went upstairs to James and Annabelle's bedroom. There was a moment where he almost chickened out. He was so desperate to not believe what he had read earlier that he almost decided to just forget this idea and do his best to repress the information he had just received. But curiosity got the best of him and he began searching through Annabelle's other diaries, looking for the answers that he was sure he was going to regret learning afterwards.

James splashed ice cold water on his face for several minutes, trying his hardest to calm back down. He absolutely despised fighting with Mark. It took a huge emotional toll on him every time they got into it and what was worse was the fact that he never knew how to fix things. Every time he tried he just ended up making things worse. "Fuck," he muttered. He turned off the faucet and used the nearest towel to dry his face off. He didn't know what to do at this point. He loved Mark so fucking much but it was hard to believe Mark felt the same way about him at this point. No, he thought stubbornly. He still loves me. He's just being a jackass again.

Sighing unhappily, he left the bedroom and knocked on Cooper's door. "Boys?" They always hid out in there when he and Mark fought. "Can I come in?" No answer. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it, poking his head in as the door opened. "Boys?" He cursed under his breath when he saw that they weren't in there. "Boys?" He searched the entire house, freaking out a tad bit when he didn't find them. "Shit!" He went to the living room and slipped on his boots. He was going to go out and look for them. He wanted to make sure they were alright plus he had to get out of the house for awhile.

He almost called out to Mark to tell him that he was leaving but he stopped himself. What was the point? Him saying anything before they were completely cooled down was just going to lead to another fight and he didn't want that. He just wanted Jodi out of the way and for Mark to come home for good because that was the way things were supposed to be. He and Mark were supposed to be forever; it was as simple as that.

September 9th, 1981

I'm beyond disgusted with myself. I seriously can't believe that I sunk as low as I did. I had sex with Mark last week. It was…oh God, I can't believe that I did that. We all got disgustingly drunk and while Glenn and James passed out, Mark and I got into an argument. I honestly don't remember what exactly we were fighting about and I don't remember who even initiated the sex (my money is on him though-even while near blackout levels I highly doubt I would do something as actually start physical contact with him) but what I do remember is that I really didn't enjoy the sex. Mark was way too rough and what's worse is that the bastard didn't use a condom. So now I'm freaking out because I'm scared I'm going to get pregnant. I don't want a baby with Mark. That would just be too weird and awkward.

At least James didn't freak out on us like I thought he was going to. In fact, he was under the impression that maybe us doing it would be good for us because it would release the tension that was always between us and make us get along better. That hasn't happened yet though. Nothing has changed except for the fact that I'm now ashamed of myself. Hopefully nothing else will change though. My life is complicated enough as it is.

November 22nd, 1981

I'm pregnant. I'm fucking pregnant and it's Mark's. It has to be. The few times James and I have had sex in the past couple years, we've always used protection. Besides, I already went to the doctor and how far along I am matches the night Mark and I did it. Now I have to tell him and I know he's going to react badly. I just know it.

November 23rd, 1981

I was right. Mark freaked out on me. I told him and James at the same time, hoping that would defuse the situation a little bit. It didn't though. In fact, it just made things worse.

"It's not mine," Mark said immediately after I made the announcement. He glared at James angrily. "Don't let her pin this shit on me. I didn't do it."

James frowned at his reaction before turning to me. "It could be mine," he said hopefully. "I mean, a condom could have broke-"

"But none have," I pointed out. "We would have realized that."

His face fell and he looked back at Mark. "It probably is yours-"

"So? I don't want it."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm sixteen fucking years old! I ain't fucking ready for that shit!"

"And you think I am?" I asked, getting angry with him. The way he was acting was complete and total bullshit.

"Hey, if you don't want it, get rid of it. It's as simple as that."

Cooper closed the diary, unable to read anymore. "Fuck," he muttered. He laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, completely at a loss about what he should do. Mark was his father? Mark, the one man he had hated his entire life. No, this wasn't right. This wasn't fair. James was supposed to be his father. He loved James. James, as insane and homicidal as he was, was a good father. Mark was too busy drinking and wrestling to give a shit about anyone but himself.

"Cooper?"

Cooper sat up and looked at Joie and Connor. "It's true," he said weakly.

Joie's face fell. "Oh Cooper…"

Connor frowned in confusion. "What's true Coopy? What's going on?"

Cooper couldn't answer him. He just got up and left the room, going right out of the house and not stopping when Joie called his name. So many emotions were flooding through him. He was angry, both at Mark and himself. He was in shock because his whole life was a fucking lie but most of all, he was hurt. It actually hurt his feelings to find out that Calaway had advocated for him to be aborted. It hurt his feelings that his mother obviously hadn't wanted a baby with the bastard. There was no denying that because he had seen the words for himself. What if she had secretly resented him even after she and James decided to raise him themselves? It broke his heart to think about but what else was he supposed to think? Annabelle had hated Mark so it was only natural to hate anything reminding her of him.

"Cooper!" Joie yelled as he struggled to keep up. "Cooper just stop for a minute! Cooper!"

Cooper ignored him and easily kept ahead of him the whole way home. He went into the house, not exactly sure about what he was going to do. His hands were shaking like crazy and it felt like he was a stranger inside his whole body. He tried to get a hold of himself but he lost it when he found Mark in the kitchen. Just looking at him made him sick and made him lose his temper. "I know."

"You know what?" Mark asked, not looking up from his whiskey.

"That you're my father."

That got Mark's attention. "You do huh?"

"Yeah."

There was a very long, uncomfortable silence. "You wanted Mom to have an abortion," Cooper finally said. "You wanted her to kill me."

"Hey, I didn't give a shit what she did," Mark said with a shrug. His words were starting to slur together and deep down, Cooper knew that he really should have stopped right then and there. But he didn't. He was way too pissed off.

"You're a fucking asshole," Cooper growled. "You fucking touched her-"

"She started it."

"Liar. She would never touch you. She hated your guts."

Mark snorted and got up to his feet. "Yeah well the feeling was mutual. That fucking bitch-"

Cooper grabbed Mark and slammed him up against the wall. "Don't you fucking call her that! You hear me?"

Mark scowled. "Get yer damn hands off me boy."

"You take it back," Cooper ordered. "You take it back right now!"

"Make me," Mark taunted. He pushed Cooper back and smoothed down his shirt. "Look, I admit that I fucked her. But it was a mistake. That whole night was a mistake."

Cooper clenched his teeth and shook his head. "And what about me? Huh?"

"Look, you're James's problem, not mine," Mark said with a shrug. "He wanted you and he got you. Now-"

Cooper couldn't take it anymore. Without thinking twice he decked Mark right in the face, so angry that he was seeing red. He let out an incoherent snarl, hitting Mark over and over again without even realizing how much of a rage he was in. He was so enraged that he didn't realize that Mark was making a move until he was punched in the stomach and grabbed by the throat. He continued swinging at Mark at first, but then he realized that Mark was really choking him. He wasn't just trying to defend himself; he had both of his hands around Cooper's throat and was throttling the shit out of him.

"Stop! Let him go!"

"Marky no! Bad Marky!"

Through the blackness that was trying to take him in, Cooper could see Joie coming at Mark, but that was all he got to see. Mid-way through passing out he felt himself being thrown to the floor and he heard more yelling and then he heard and saw nothing more for the next several hours.