It didn't take long for Mum to snatch the photo out of my hand. As soon as she heard it, I could almost feel her heart shattering before my eyes. I didn't say and word, nor did I want to.

This was her time.

She needed to let all that frustration out. Finally she would be able to feel the emotions she had been trying to hide away from her kids.

Her eyes glaring at them like she was looking at a memory. A distant memory or thought that she continuously played over in her hand. Now the people in her mind finally had a face and her memory was becoming reality. Her emotions soon turned from sadness to fear and anger. I knew then, this wasn't going to end well.

Her eyes shot up to him, thoughts blaring through her mind

"Is this her?" Dad was quiet, his eyes not daring to look at her "Is this her, Bob? Answer me" I could hear that small barrier between calmness and the flip-of-a-switch anger. When he didn't answer, the flip switched as she threw the darned picture at him. Her breath panting as she stared at him, eye not blinking.

She had lost all respect for the husband she once loved, "What is she, your mistress?" she didn't give him a chance to answer her "Oh, so let me guess, I'm the old hag that swoops in to steal away your happily ever after!?" her rage was turning into hysterics and we both knew, she was going to blow "Ha!" she let out a laugh in rage as she paced, mumbling inaudible words as she tried to control the fire inside of her "I bet you were all having a jolly good time talking all kinds of crap about me, huh? I bet you were laughing at how stupid I am, not knowing what was going on? But I'll have you know, I suspected it" her words shot at him like a machine gun, not giving him a chance to think or speak.

He deserved this, I thought, he brought this on himself.

Her head began to sway side to side, her eyes rolled as she laughed almost to herself, "go on, laugh" she screamed at him "laugh at how I'm the idiotic working mother that worked her arse off trying to keep the family - you neglected - together" she was pointing the finger now, tears streaming down her face.

A sudden calmness came over her as she lowered her accusing glare and sighed, "you know what you're not even worth it" she walked away, holding a hand up in defeat. Her were eyes down as she spoke, "I can't even be in the same room as you right now. You disgust me" and with that she walked out that room as fast as she came in and I had that awful feeling, that this was going to be the last time my parents were both in the same room together.

Dad looked at me, his eyes begging for me to forgive him. We didn't have to exchange words for him to know it was over. I just shook my head and continue walking up the stairs. The Dad I once knew was gone. And to make matters worse, I suspected. I always suspected it but I didn't think for one second my silly imagination would be true. I didn't want it to be true but yet again, life had it's way of letting my world come crashing down upon me, once again.

I hoped his other family made him happy. I hoped he gave them the love he once gave us. For out of this whole situation, I felt somewhat better knowing that at least someone out there got their happily ever after, even if it wasn't me.

I sat alone in my room. All I kept thinking was how could he do this to me?, maybe I was being selfish not thinking about how this affected my whole family. But I felt like he had just stabbed me in the heart. I felt like it hurt me the most because somehow I already knew.

I thought about George. He never said much during the whole ordeal and I never once thought to ask him if he was ok. Mum was beyond comprehension but I could hear Dad trying to make peace with her downstairs. It was going to be an ever loosing battle for him.

Even with all this happening and all that I knew, I still had the desire to call that one person and just vent to him about it all.

The fact was I hated the man but deep down my heart still longed for him. I wasn't sure if it was the emotions speaking or my brain actually was being logical. I picked up my phone, glaring at his name on my screen.

He was just one phone call away.

In all truth I had missed his voice in the time we had been apart and I hated myself for it. He didn't even know what he did to me and yet like a little puppy, I come running back to him.

I don't think.

I refuse to let this be the end of our story. I refuse for my crush ending up crushing me. It wasn't how the movie go and it wasn't how I was going to let my story end. We didn't end on good terms. I mean, we are both as stubborn and high opinionated as each other. Conversations were bound to get heated without an actual purpose. It had been a while. I had given him his space and maybe it was time to re-evaluate the situation.

I sighed as I pressed call, listening to the beeping before he answered

"Caroline"

He sounded relieved to hear from me but I didn't speak, not yet "I've been hoping to hear off you. I wanted to clear things up" I thought about his words. If he was so desperate to talk to me, than why was I the one calling first? I continues to listen as he spoke "I got angry at you the other day because you were right, love. You were right about me and I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to think that all these years I had just been trying to conceal my loneliness" his words were soft like the slithering snake charmer he was. I didn't pull down my guard.

I knew him.

I knew he was damn good with his words. This time I wasn't going to be fooled. "I miss you" he continues as I inhale, making my presence known

"And after all we've been through, does it surprise to you that I still can't find it in myself to believe you" I couldn't see his reaction and it was making my anxious. I never like serious talks over the phone purely for this reason. It was hard to read him as it was and this was making it a thousand times harder. "I feel like somewhere deep inside you, you do care for me but I can't shake the feeling that you care about them too".

Every time I remembered what he put me through. The more I felt like this was all a wasted game. But then I remember how he made me feel and how I feel when he isn't around. It makes me think there is hope for us after all.

I'm conflicted.

I sigh as I speak, "I thought I was ready for this but I don't want to talk about this now", I was prepared to hang up on him and wait another few weeks before trying to face my fears but he wasn't going to go without a fight and I knew it from the moment he said those words.

"But I do."

Ok guys I back, sorry I've taken SO long to update but like Caroline, I'm conflicted. I've come to the point where I literally have no idea where to take this story. It could go two ways; One: they end up together or Two: they don't but I don't know how I wanna play and that's where I'm going to need your help.

Your reviews are seriously keeping me wanting to update and keep the story alive for you! If any of you are still reading this, just leave me a review telling me how you'd like the story to end and it may narrow down my decisions a little.

Normally, I like my Klaroline stories to end in a happily ever after, I mean it's Klaroline of course I do but I feel like this story might have a twist. I mean Klaus here is portrayed as a bit of a jerk (totally unintentional) but he has that underlying ray of hope that makes me think he is worth saving/fighting for (but I might be feeling that cus' I love Klaus so much haha)

Hmm.. what do you guys think? Let me know,

Thanks, Zoe