I was frozen, absolutely paralyzed.

My father-

My father was here. After all these years he finally showed up. And he wants to talk to me.

Everyone was silent as they gave me time to process this.

My father stands up. "Remy, it's so good to see you-" I gaiedn control of my muscles and put my hand up, stopping him in his tracks and words. His face consorts into an expression of shock, then he purses his lips and puts his hands up in surrender. "I know its been a while."

"No shit," I said.

"Remy!" My mother warned. I narrowed my eyes at my father and leaned over him to look at my mother. She had a look fo displease on her face, but her eyes told me if she didn't have to be the mature one, she would have allowed it. I was basically getting a high five through a gaze. "Your father would like to talk to you."

"Yes, I would," my father said.

They stared at me, awaiting a response. I'm wasn't really sure what I wanted. I should be happy that my father was here, standing in front of me. But he left us, abounded us. I didn't really want to talk to him or anyone right now. I wanted to sort this out first. Do some homework maybe, get my head to think about anything but this situation. But that wasn't going to happen.

During my hesitation, my mother shot me a warning look, my fathers face fell. I clenched my jaw, and through gritted teeth said, "Sure."

My father smiled and guided me to the table. I took a seat next to my mother, away from my father. My mom scooted her chair over so we could all get a good view of each other.

"So Remy how are you?" My father asked like it was the most casually thing ever. Like he didn't just appear out of no where by surprise years later after he walked out.

"I've been a lot better," I shot.

"Remy," My mother basically growled. I took a deep breath.

"Well I guess we shall get down to business," my father said smoothing out his shirt. Him and my mother kept casting each other looks. My mothers face paled and her eyes became watery, yet she remained a stance as such not allowing anything to knock her down.

I looked back and forth between them, trying to read their expressions. "Whats goings on? What business is there to get down on?"

My mother sighed and my father turned to me. I became worried.

"I'll guess I'll tell her," my father said. "Remy, I want you to come live with me."

The silence that followed his words was enough to hear a pin drop in my closet.

"What?" I breathed out.

My mom put her face in her hands and my father cleared his throat. "I've been thinking and what I would really like is for my daughter to come live with me. I haven't seen you in years and I've grown to miss you. We have a nice little house on Lake Superior and one in Malibu. From what I heard your mother isn't very financially stable, so I decided it might be best to give you a break."

But then again, with my response, you couldn't hear a pin drop if it happened right by your ear.

"You have got to be KIDDING ME!" I roared.

"Remy," my mother said softly, trying to calm me down.

"I haven't seen you in years!" I stood up abruptly, pushing my bench over. It clattered to the floor backwards behind me, but no one gave it a thought. "You didn't just leave us, you abandoned us! You left us without even another word, no other thought! Now you just decide you want me? Its been almost ten years, and now you think? Why? Oh I know! The we! You want a happy family! Well guess what? You can go play family all you want without me! There is no way I am moving to some stuck up suburban town with the father who left me all alone. I am not leaving the things that make me happy. And like hell I am going to abandoned mom like you did eight years ago!"

Everyone was too stunned to even speak. Before they could compose, I shook my head and stalked out.

Once out of the kitchen, I took off and went to my bedroom. I bolted the door and slid down, bawling. After all this time...

He left us for no reason and went and started a happy family excluding us, with some other woman. And now he wants me? I spent years building up my happiness just now to have it all come true. I'm not going to throw it away for some no good father who suddenly wants his daughter.

He could have just came here to say hi or something, but no. He shows up to our house trying to get me back and expecting I'll go. Dick head.

"Remy," I heard him call. It was faint, he was still downstairs, but not for long. I couldn't be here when he reaches the hall upstairs. I couldn't look at any of them right now. I needed to think this through, alone. For once I needed some alone time.

I quickly rubbed the tears from my face and got up. I couldn't use the front door so I'll have to use my window. My good sweatshirt was downstairs, and no way was I going back down there. I was using a window as my exit so forget the downstairs sweater. I quickly searched for a sweatshirt and spotted one on my dresser. It was one of James's. It was his school hockey one, even though he prefers to wear varsity jacket, he gave me his sweatshirt. I slipped on the jacket and flew open the window, carefully crawling out. I balanced myself on the nearest branch and praying that I wouldn't fall, quickly hopped on it and hugged the tree. With my limbs wrapped around the trunk, I breathed, and closed my eyes, trying to calm down. Then I focused on getting down. One limb at a time.

Once I got low enough to the ground I was able to jump off without breaking any bones. My ankles stinging from the impact, I took off down the street. I had no idea where I was going, but you don't have to know a destination to find one.

I found myself at the park and sat down on the grass near the pond. The ice was all gone and melted into green pond water now. I wanted anything to forget about what happened and to go back to when everything was simple. Okay nothing in my life was ever simple, but it was more simple this dramatic my-fathers-reappearance crap.

I laid back on the grass and closed my eyes, wishing to be whisked away to a much simpler time. Like me and James's first date at his secret lake. Or the time I went over for a bonfire at Kendall's house and almost died. Or baking cookies with them. Any time. Anytime that isn't now.

I found my heart growing sore, a need to see them again. But I couldn't let them see me like this. Yet, I grew yearning to not want to be alone anymore.

The emotion spread like wildfire throughout my body. I then became very lonely. I couldn't' keep this inside. No, I couldn't go through this alone. If I did, not only would I go crazy, but I'm pretty sure the guys will have my butt if I chose myself over them. I rather not deal with that. Besides, once my parents see I'm gone, they'll most likely search for me and ill be even more stuck if I'm out here in the open alone.

My parents,

My emotions squeezed at my heart and I sniffed. I took off running out of the park and towards the only person I know who would understand.


I took the time for him to answer the door to catch my breath. I was a full on wreck between gasping for air and sobbing. It was all too much for me, I couldn't handle it. I needed help.

The door opened and Kendall appeared, his eyebrows immediately furrowed at the sight of me.

"Remy?" He said, confused. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, a tear gliding down my cheek. I struggled for words but I couldn't wrap my head around it. This couldn't be true, it had to be a nightmare. My life was a living nightmare.

"What's going on?" Kendall asked growing concerned. "Remy, what's the matter?"

I found my voice enough to squeak out, "My father."

Kendall un-furrowed his eyebrows a bit, but still looked concerned. "I'm sorry Remy, I know he hurt but you just gotta-"

I shook my head, stopping him.

"No," I whispered. "He's here."

That sure got his attention.

"What do you mean he's here?" Kendall said. he acted as if I wasn't telling the truth, as if this was some big joke. Trust me, I wish I was kidding.

"After you and James left and I went home, I found my mother sitting in the kitchen with this strange yet familiar man who I was told, and is obviously, my father," I said and began sobbing.

"C'mere," Kendall said and wrapped me in a hug. For a while we just stood there. He wasn't my boyfriend, but Kendall was my best friend and his hugs were equally comforting.

Once I felt safe knowing I was with one of the boys, one of my saviors, I calmed down and sniffled. Kendall pulled away, but held me at arms length.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He wasn't expecting an honest answer so I wasn't going to give him one.

"I'll be fine," I said and sniffled.

"So what happened after that?" He asked. "After you found he was, you know, your dad?"

I sighed and started crying again. Kendall kept me there while I re-composed myself. I took a deep breath and willed myself to stop crying long enough to speak.

"He said," I hiccupped. "That he missed me and that he has a house on a lake and in California. He said he wanted me to come live with him."

Kendall became a statue. He didn't even blink. This shocked him as much as it shocked me. I could only imagine how my mother felt. The man who abandoned her alone to take care of herself and her daughter comes back years later wanting to take the only thing that mattered to her away.

Kendall came back to life, emotionless, and asked, "What did you say?"

I shrugged. "I said a lot. But basically I told him hell no."

Kendall grinned and hugged me. During the embrace, I became tired and sagged in his arms, allowing my guard down and started crying again. This time I didn't try to stop myself, and neither did Kendall.

"Shh," he cooed. He held me tighter and started rubbing my back, whispering soothing words. "It's gonna be okay.

"I-cant-do-this-anymore." I sobbed in his shoulder. I couldn't hold on anymore, I was losing myself. But luckily I had many hands to catch me when I fell.

"Don't worry," Kendall said to me. "You'll get through this. We'll get through. We'll all get through this together."

I couldn't answer, so I just nodded into him. He gave me one more encouraging squeeze before letting me go.

"Alright," he said. He guided me inside and shut the door. He led me to the kitchen where he dropped me off at a chair and went around to making me hot chocolate. Water on the stove, he grabbed his phone, and while dialing spoke to me. "I'll call you boyfriend first so he doesn't murder me. But then, I'm calling everyone in order for an emergency special meeting."

And for once since I got home, I gave what could pass as a smile.