"Of course," Emily scoffed, scribbling writing onto a card. Kyla looked up from the writing she had been doing and stared at the brunette girl, eyebrow cocked. "Freaking Diamond doesn't show up on the day you're home from the hospital."

"Drop it, Emily." Kyla said firmly, signing another card, sliding it back across the table to her friend.

Emily didn't want to drop the subject. "Well, his dumbass practically got you in there in the first place," she hissed.

"Emily goddamn Connor," the ravenette hissed. Finally, the girl was quiet. Kyla cleared her throat and sealed an envelope shut. "I told him he didn't have to. He was going to come, he had even told a party he wasn't coming. I told him to go and have fun instead."

"Quit defending those who can defend themselves," Emily sneered, finally standing and leaving the room. Kyla watched her and looked down at the 'thank you' letter in her hand. She wasn't guilty for her choice. She had made the right choice, right? She didn't want him to feel as though he had to be around her. In fact, it may have been better for them both if they were hardly together. She set the letter down and sighed, reclining on the couch. She hadn't reclined but maybe two seconds and the phone rang. She decided it would be in her best interest to let it ring. It stopped ringing and she could hear Emily's calm voice in the back. She heard the frail voice dim and then footsteps echoed. Emily walked into the hallway, pale as a sheet. Kyla flung her legs over the side of the couch and walked over. The blue-eyed girl put her hand over the voice receiver of the phone. "Kyles...it's your dad."

Everything seemed to spin out of place as she reached for the phone. Shaking hands took it and held it to her ear. "H-Hello?" she barely managed to choke out the words.

"Kyla?" came the obviously irritated voice through the phone. She mummbled out a yes. "You clearly know who this is. Have you any idea why I'm calling you?"

"None in the least. I thought the court told you if you were drunk you couldn't call me?"

"I'm not drunk." Even though he sounded assuring, she could feel the alcohol in his words.

"Why don't I believe you?" she snarled. He chuckled behind the phone.

"Kyla Marie, haven't you learned not to snap at elders?" His chuckling slowly died down.

"Look, Anthony, I don't have time for your-"

"Snotty as hell, just like your mom," Anthony grumbled. "I'll just get to the point then. I'm coming out to LA this weekend. I figured I'd stop and see my darling daughter Kyla."

Kyla's grip on the phone tightened. "I thought the court said you couldn't come see me," she started, "seeing as when we went to court for my emancipation, I had several black eyes and you were under the influence."

"I went back to court," her father hummed. "Took a urine sample, did a breathalyzer test, I'm perfectly sober." At that point in time, Kyla thought. "So I'll be out seeing the two of you. Well, Kys, I'd love to chat, but I have other important business to attend to."

There was no chance for her to say good-bye. The phone slipped from her hands and she slunk into the couch, her head going between her hands. Emily sat down beside her, wrapping an arm protectively around her shoulders. "What was that about, Ky?"

"H-he's coming..." the green eyed girl muttered, her eyes wide in disbelief. "I-I thought...we were safe. I thought the judge would follow up on his promise and make sure that man never came to see me again..."

"Oh, Kyle...I'm so, so sorry," Emily sighed, pulling the girl into her arms. Kyla shook weakly, no tears left in her eyes. She was scared, mostly of what would happen. Today was Tuesday. Friday wasn't that far away, neither the weekend. He would be here. He would be here, ready to finish what he left behind. The thought scared her horrendously.

To her, this was life. It couldn't get any better then this...right?