Hello!!! Here is another chapter. This one is a bit more angsty!

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Gillian and Cal were on their way to pick up Emily and in a high pitched argument.

"What do you mean, 'You get kissed all the time by other women'? The only one I want to kiss is you." Cal bit his lip.

Gillian laughed, "Hello? That is a lie and you know it. You are kissing women all the time and rubbing it in my face. I am surprised you have time to work with all the women coming up to you."

Cal grinned, "No Luv, I have trouble getting work done when you are around in those tight dresses I love so much." She swung her arm to hit him but he caught it. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. She snatched it away.

"Don't kiss me. And don't say those things!" She was pretty angry.

He touched her shoulder and asked, "Why are you so angry with me? I thought we were just playing around."

They pulled up to Emily's friend's house. Gillian sighed, "Cal, I am not angry—"

Cal interjected, "Yes you are. Why? Did I do something wrong?"

She took a deep breath and looked out of the window. "I just don't want to talk about it, okay? Look, Emily is coming right now. Let's stop talking about it."

Cal was about to argue back but Emily opened the back door and hopped in. She immediately asked, "What happened, Dad? You sounded really worried on the phone."

Cal looked over his shoulder and said, "I was just wondering where you were, Luv. No worries."

Emily looked at Gillian through her rear-view mirror. "Well Gillian looks worried. What happened? You have got to tell me, dad. I am a young adult, not a child."

Gillian spoke up, "My house was broken into and robbed. The people responsible for it left a note saying that they might come after you. Your dad was just worried." She peered over to see Cal's furious face. "Cal, she has a right to know if her life is in danger. You never even gave me that option. Plus, she is right; she is old enough to know."

"And you know this with all your years as a parent, right? Bull, you don't know anything. You don't even have a child. So, mind your own damn business about what I should tell my daughter." He turned his head to look out the window.

Emily stared at Gillian's red face through the mirror. She was on the verge of tears. She gripped the steering wheel tightly. On the way home, no one said anything. It was an uncomfortable 3 minutes of silence.

Gillian pulled into the driveway and parked her car. Cal got out and slammed the door. He unlocked the front door and went in without a single glance back. Emily stayed in the car and said quietly, "I am so sorry, Gillian. You didn't deserve that. I am glad you told me." She started rubbing her back and then Gillian let go of a couple tears. "Gillian, don't cry. To be honest, you are like a second mother to me. Sometimes, you are more of a mother than my own biological mother. Sometimes you are more of a mother than my asshole of a father."

Gillian laughed through her tears."You shouldn't say that about your dad. He is a good father to you. He was right. What right do I have to tell you something like that? He should have told you." She took a deep breath. "I think I said it because I was so mad at him before. I should be the one that is sorry."

Emily shook her head, "No apologies! He acted like a jerk to you and said some really cruel stuff to you. There is no excuse for that. You should go in and demand an apology from him. If he doesn't give you one, then you have my permission to slap him around, alot if he is going to be stubborn."

Gillian laughed and said, "Listen to you go on! I will go in but only to tell him that I am staying somewhere else. I am already an inconvenience to you guys."

Again Emily shook her head. "No you will stay with us; if not as my dad's guest, then as my guest. He will just have to deal with it, that cranky old fart! Your life is in danger and I am not going to sit here and see you get hurt."

Gillian blew her nose and said, "I'll think about it, okay. Let's just get you in." They stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. Emily opened it and they saw that Cal was not in the living room. They both checked the kitchen and saw that he wasn't there either.

Emily said, "You check his study and I will check his room, okay?" Gillian nodded and walked upstairs. Emily went into the bedroom and Gillian knocked on the door to his study.

She didn't hear anything so she walked in. She was surprised to see Cal hovering over something on his desk. Gillian quietly said, "Cal, we have been looking for you. What are you looking at?" He looked up and Gillian was surprised by his fearful expression. "Cal, what's wrong? What happened?"

He shook his head and whispered, "I am so sorry, Gillian." He stood up and walked around his desk. He held out a note to her and said, "I came into my study searching for a bottle of my worst scotch. Instead, I found this on my desk. It is addressed to you. I think it is from them."

With shaky hands, she grabbed the letter and opened it. It was just one picture. It was the picture of Cal kissing that woman in front of the pub. She turned it over and read the writing on the back.

"Dear Gillian,

Don't fool yourself by hiding this in your drawer,

He doesn't love you.

He will leave

And never look back.

Sincerely,

To London with Love"

Gillian gasped and stared at Cal. He took the picture from Gillian and stared with his mouth open. Then he turned it over and read the message. He looked up and said, "So, this was in your drawer, that didn't matter. Did it have the note on the back?" She shook her head. "You should have said something, Gillian." She just stared at Cal.

Emily peeked in but quietly left the two adults alone.

She looked down and barely whispered, "They are right."

Cal was starting to get a little impatient, "What do you mean, they are right? They were never right to begin with." He took a deep breath and mumbled, "Listen, I am sorry about what happened earlier, yeah? I was really mad that you told Emily." He tried reaching out to her but she moved away. "I didn't mean what I said earlier. Please, Gillian, say something to me, anything. And don't hold yourself back on my account." He tried to laugh but soon stopped when Gillian didn't.

Gillian took the picture and held it up to his face. "When you left the car, you didn't look back. They are right. You don't love me, you never have, and I shouldn't be here. Goodbye." She turned around and left, leaving Cal in a stunned silence.

So?? How was it?? Thanks for reading! Goodbye!