Well, thanks to the like one review I got. Seriously? I know I'm not one of those crazy 'I'll only update with a gazillion reviews' type of people. But I don't ask for much. However, it seems to me that this story is dragging on. I've got like six or so more chapters that I think I'm going to put into two or three longer ones (which is what I've done with this since it was supposed to be 2 chapters.). Then end it, and maybe go back through and make them longer. Because as I read some of everyone else's work, it's a lot better than mine. Mine drags on and on, so once I am done with this I will go through and make it better! So, please read and review. Please guys review and tell me what you honestly think. I know a lot of people don't read these things, but if you happen to be one of them, tell me what you're thinking, or if you don't want people to know, send me a message or something. Please?

I awoke the next morning with a little soreness between my legs. It's a good thing it only hurts once. I looked to the left of me and seen Mark laying peacefully. His right arm was under my neck and his left arm covered his eyes. He looked absolutely adorable laying like that along with a small smile playing on his face.

I brought a hand to his face and caressed his cheek softy with my thumb. Mark's eyebrow twitched making me giggle. He moaned slightly and shifted to his side. "Why are you awake?"

"Oh," I said, not realizing I had woke him. "I didn't think I woke you up."

He moaned again and snuggled closer to me. "What do you want to do today?" He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled the blanket up to our chins.

I laughed, "I have to go home Mark."

Mark's head snapped up, "Your not mad at me are you?"

"I will be if you don't stop asking me that. Honestly, Mark. I am not mad at you, nor will I ever be." I assured him.

He only nodded and layed his head back down on the pillow. "When do you want to go home?"

"Hmmm, whenever you get my clothes off the floor." I said flatly. Mark glared at me but got out of bed. I averted my eyes as to not stare at his naked body. He threw my clothes on my head so I didn't see anything anyway. I mumbled a thank you and put my clothes on. Mark was already dressed in different clothes than yesterday.

He pulled me out of bed with a quick kiss and followed me out the bedroom. I turned to him quickly, "Do you have anything I can eat?"

Mark nodded and walked to the cupboard. He rummaged through for a second before pulling out a poptart. "Here, eat it on the way."

Now, call me crazy, but something about Mark's whole demeaner seemed a bit angry. He threw the poptart at me and I barely caught it. I had to run to catch up with him when he was halfway out the front door. I closed it behind me and walked with him to his car. We both got in and he sped off.

I ate my poptart quickly then turned to him, "Mark, what's wrong?"

Mark sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He kept his eyes on the road, refusing to look at me. "I just don't want you to be mad at me."

I groaned and dropped my head back on the head rest. "Are you serious? I'm sorry I needed to go home and get a shower." I said sarcastically. He was being an idiot and it was really getting on my nerves.

Mark pulled up to my curb. I looked out the window. The lawn was bare, there were no welcome signs or colorful lawn ornaments. Everything was packed and ready to go. But what really caught my eye was the unknown vehicle in the driveway. Mark noticed what I was staring at and spoke up.

"Whose is that?"

I shrugged, having no idea. "No clue. Maybe a friend of my mom's." I looked back to Mark, "And don't change the subject."

He grinned, "Never."

"Mhm, anyway. No I'm not mad at you. But I really did need to come home. I'll see you tomorrow ok?" He nodded and I gave him a quick kiss then pressed my forehead against his. "I love you. And I don't regret it."

With that, I climbed out of his car and practically skipped to the house. I was so happy and I felt glowing from last nights activities. I seen Mark drive away as I stepped into the house, closing the door behind me.

I slid my shoes off and tip-toed to the stairs.

"Clare? Hunny I'm back early." A voice said from behind me. I turned to see my dad. With another woman. "Where did you go this morning? With Mark?"

I nodded and walked into the kitchen where my dad and this mystery woman sat at the bar. The morning newspaper was open in front of them along wiht my dad's laptop.

I was glad my dad wasn't here yesterday to notice I was wearing the same clothes today. That would have been an awkward story to tell. I snapped out of my thoughts when this mystery woman cleared her throat. She wrapped one of her pale arms around my dad's and smiled at me. I think I threw up in my mouth when the sudden realisation hit me of who she was. This was my dad's mistress. The pregnant mistress.

"Clare? You ok sweetie?" My dad asked. I nodded.

Since my dad was away on business most of the time, he hadn't really packed all of his stuff. He found an apartment on the other side of town, almost a half hour away from Mark. I won't be spending hardly any of my time there.

"I'm fine. Who is she?" I asked already knowing the answer. But a name would be nice to call her by instead of home wrecker.

The woman smiled and stood up, extending her hand out for me to shake. I looked at it with distaste but seen my father give me a look. "I'm Hanna. It's nice to meet you. Your father has told me all about you."

I shook her hand quickly. I looked at her outfit, she was wearing short shorts, a tank top, and my mothers robe. Hold the phone, how the heck did she get my mother's robe?

"So Clare," Hanna said as she took her seat next to my father. "Are you excited to be a big sister?"

My eyebrows knitted together, "Why are you in my mother's robe? And dad, don't you think you've caused us enough pain? You didn't have to bring her here!" I shouted the last sentence. This was unbelievable. He was unbelievable.

My dad stood up, furious. "Clare! You do not need to disrespect us."

Beside him, Hanna touched his arm, "Hunny it's fine."

He turned to her, "No Hanna she should respect us."

I gave my father a disgusted look and turned away. I ran up the stairs, ignoring my fathers loud footsteps and annoying calls. I slammed my bedroom door and grabbed clean clothes out of one of the unpacked boxes then headed to the shower.

While the hot water cascaded down my body I could hear my dad's angry calls on the other side of the door. I think I was hanging around Mark too much because I honestly did not care about my dad at the moment.

I stepped out of the shower and did my whole routine. After a half hour, my hair looked clean and cute, and I felt a lot better in clean clothes. The pounding and yelling at my door had stopped once I was out of the shower. For that, I was grateful.

I grabbed my cell phone and texted Mark that I would be over to his house soon. I think I was right when I told him a couple months ago I was at home with him. Now with my family falling apart and my parents not there to help me through any of it, it seems Mark is the only one who has cared for me.

As I rounded the corner to Mark's house I couldn't help but shed a few tears. I had tried my best to bottle them up, but when I seen Mark sitting on the front porch looking very happy to see me, I broke down.

Mark stood up when he noticed me, a worried expression written on his face. I sulked over to him and plopped down on the cement stoop. He sat down next to me, putting a comforting arm around my shoulders. I rubbed my eyes furiously, trying to rid my mind of the image of my father with her.

"Clare? What happened?" His arm moved down to my back, moving in soothing circles. I broke down again, violent sobs shaking my whole body. I then told him about my dad and Hanna, the sobs never dying as each image opened a fresh wound in my mind.

Finally I calmed down long enough to wipe the tears from my eyes and look at Mark. He smiled sadly and continued to rub my back. "Do you want to go to your moms?" He asked after a few minutes of silence.

I nodded, seeing my mom might help. But then again, it might not. I'm pretty sure she didn't want to know about my new mommy staying at the house and wearing her robe.

Mark helped me up and walked me to his car. We hopped in and he took off. Mark suddenly spoke up, "My mom wants to meet you."

My eyes grew big. I've been with Mark for three months and haven't met his mom. I didn't even think she knew about me.

He must have read my thoughts and said, "I told her about us. She asked me why I was never home anymore and I told her it's because of you. She wants to cook you dinner sometime."

I smiled. "I've always wanted to meet her. Why did you now just tell her about us?" I was very curious about that.

We pulled up to my mom's apartment complex. It was one of the nicest ones in town.

We both stepped out of the car and Mark finally replied once we reached the elevator inside the building. He pressed number four and turned to me, "Because she has two jobs and is never home. When she is, she has to sleep and gets very little time to do anything."

The elevator chimed and the doors spread open. "Oh, I'm sorry. God," I slapped my forehead as we walked down the hallway to my mom's door. "I'm the reason you never see your mom anymore."

Mark glared at me, "Don't say that. I think I'm going to get a job so she doesn't have to work so much."

I smiled and opened my mom's door. "Mom?" I called. She had to be here, the door was unlocked. Mark followed me into the kitchen, where my mother was washing dishes.

She turned around and smiled when she saw me and Mark. "Hi sweetie, Mark. What brings you guys here?"

I sat down at the island and gave a worried look to Mark. I love my mom, but sometimes she can be so dense and unaware of the world around her.

Mark sat down next to me and spoke to my mom. "Just some of your delicious cooking Mrs. Edwards."

My mom threw Mark a smile over her shoulder. "Clare, do you know your dating a flirt?"

I laughed, "No mom. He only flirts with you."

Mark gave me a cheeky grin and folded his hands on the cold marble countertop. My mom sighed and washed the last dish and put it on the drying rack. She then turned around and faced us, leaning back on the counter with her hands on either side of her.

"Clare, do you want to go back to the house and get a few of your boxes? Mark can stay and help you unpack." My mom offered with a kind voice.

I sighed, "You don't want to go to the house mom."

She suddenly gave me the look like she knew what I was saying. "Well, you do need to move boxes over here. Might as well do it today."

"Um, Mrs. Edwards," Mark began, "I can take Clare over and get a few things. I don't mind."

My mom nodded but didn't glance at us again. She looked off in the distance, her eyes never really focusing on anything. I glanced at Mark then nodded to the door. He nodded back and we both stood up and left.

As soon as Mark closed the door behind us, I couldn't help but let out a few silent tears. My emotions were flooding my body lately, and I couldn't do anything about it. It didn't help, but it made me feel even worse. The tears kept coming and I couldn't stop them. Maybe I didn't want to. All I know is I felt a new wave of emotions take over my body when I felt Mark's arms circle around my waist and drop his head on my shoulder.

I sniffled and lazily wiped my eyes of tears. "Well, let's get going. Can't keep the people waiting."

Mark chuckled softly and spun me around to face him. He smiled at my pout. "Clare, it's ok to feel something. I don't think any less of you and neither does anyone else."

I smiled at his sincerity. "How about we go to your place instead?"

Mark wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and pulled me closer. "Well, I have to say I don't hate that idea."

I grinned flirtatiously and moved my lips closer to him, barely pressing them together in a feather light kiss. "Oh I bet you don't."