Hello People. Sorry I left you on a cliff-hanger last chapter and didn't update as quickly as usual but I hope you like this chapter none the less. Thanks again for all the support, comments, favourites and follows I've got – you guys rock :D Disclaimer – I do not own Harvest Moon or any of its characters x

Chapter 35 – Vaughn's P.O.V

"Vaughn … is that –" Chelsea whispered but broke off as I pushed her further behind me. There was no way they were going anywhere near her, she should have run. Run as fast as she could till she could run no more. Safe away from the hands of that monster stood in front of the two of us, glaring hungrily into my eyes before they stopped to drink in Chelsea who peaked out from behind me. I growled again and stood so that the whole of Chelsea's body was protected from the beast lurking outside her house.

"And here is little Vaughn, always the mummy's boy – never wanting to harm anyone or anything," The low voice growled in retaliation, I glared at him. His deep purple eyes staring at me with such intense it made me die slightly inside. Why now? What had made him come back?

"Don't you dare talk about my mum, she was a hundred times the person you are" I spat back at him, behind me Chelsea slowly attempted to get into view but I held her securely behind me.

"And here we are, the proud son of a bitch stands up for him mummy" The man stood in front of me smiled smugly. I wanted to launch forward. To connect his jaw with my fist and hopefully break a few bones at the same time, but there was a small tug on my hand which stopped me from doing so; I was never going to be that man. My father.

The image of a tall looming figure froze in my memory as a child, haunted my sleepless nights and tortured my daily beatings. The man who had torn my life apart now stood in front of me, although his appearance was a hell of a lot different. He had saggy eyes, a fresh row of silver stubble across his jaw and a receding hairline. My whole childhood consisted of which ways I could get my revenge if I ever had the misfortune to meet him again, but none of them came to mind. All I could see was pure red fury; I could kill the bastard right now if it weren't for Chelsea standing behind me carrying our baby.

"How did you find me?" I asked, trying not to look into his deep threatening eyes, instead I focused on the scar just above his right eyebrow, the one which he had caused when trying to hit mum drunk but he stumbled into a table instead. He chuckled to himself before leaning back on Chelsea's house and picking his nails.

"Son, I've got my ways. Didn't your brother tell you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I didn't reply, I just heard the sound of Chelsea letting out a short squeak behind me.

"Yes, your brother came to find me not long after your mum kicked the bucket. It took him a good eight years but he found me. He wanted explanations, reasons that he could get his head around." He carried on, ignoring Chelsea behind me. I sneered at him but he batted it away with his hand before continuing.

"And so I told him. I told him that the drink was to blame, I was an alcoholic at the time you see son. But he refused to accept, refused to accept the fact that was the answer. He threatened me with everything in the whole blasted world, told me if I ever went near you again" He nodded in my direction, "that he'd see to it that I'd be at the bottom of the ocean before I had the chance to say 'murder'." He swirled around to look at me and smiled smugly, his sly mouth grinning from ear to ear. I closed my eyes briefly before staring at him. Skye had wanted to protect me one final time, to ensure that he never found me. But my 'father's' sly face always crept into the picture, always found me whether in a nightmare or now.

"So why are you hear? You suicidal or just plain dumb?" I asked, still not allowing my temper to get the better of me, if it reared its ugly head then would I be better than him? He smirked again before pushing back his greasy hair and taking a step closer. His clothes smelt of beer and cigarettes, then all of a sudden I was on the floor curled up in a foetal position, my hands covering my head.

I was three years old again, filled with terror and dread. The man stood next to me towered over my fragile body as he raised a foot and kicked my abdominal repeatedly before his hand reached my head.

"Daddy, daddy stop" I screamed at the top of my lungs but the blows kept coming, bruises already forming on my little arms.

"You worthless son of a bitch, you were a fucking mistake. She should have had an abortion like I told her to, you should be dead," He boomed at the top of his voice. I cried again before everything went black. A woman ran into the room and scooped me up in her arms before shoving me out of the front door where Skye stood. She had just arrived home and was now taking the blows which I'd just endured.

I came back to the real world and stared down at the man standing just a foot away from me. He was now three inches shorter than me and looked tired. I let go of Chelsea's hand and took a step closer to him, his breath hitting my face and bringing back too many memories that I'd blocked out. But I pushed them to the side and looked down at the pathetic excuse for a man standing in front of me.

"I wanted to sort out one thing before I left for good," He mumbled before thrusting a piece of paper into my hand. He then stepped back and slouched his shoulders. Before I had the chance to say anything he was off, walking off the farm and towards the ferry. I just stared after him, not even having enough time to wrap my head around everything and beating the living shit out of him. I just stood there frozen, unable to move. Chelsea walked in front of me and frowned.

"Vaughn he's walking away" She said quietly, her soft voice pulling me back from the brink of creating a serious mental health problem. I looked down and her and nodded.

"I know" I said before taking hold of her hand and leading her to her house. Kicking the door open I lead her inside before wheeling in the suitcase after us. The room stood deathly quiet as I lay down her suitcase and turned back around to look at her. She looked confused and disorientated from what had just happened. Half of me was wondering whether or not I'd just dreamt it but the mirrored reflection of Chelsea's face said it all.

"How could you just let him walk away? I thought you were going to break his face, or do something to get back at the man who did all of those things to you!" She exclaimed looking at me worried. I had to admit it was out of character, I wanted so much to rip his snide fucking grin off that face but I had stopped myself and I smiled in my achievement. I walked quickly over to Chelsea and grabbed her by the waist, she was about to question me but I just smiled and bent down to kiss her. Her warm lips lifted away the last bits of anger and filled them with a calmness which only Chelsea could bring. I pulled away but her expression still remained confused.

"Trust me, I felt like breaking his face. But Chelsea, I would never want to be the same man he was. He wanted me to hit him, to prove to me that I was like him. But I didn't, I swear to you now, I will never be that man" I said looking her sternly in the eye. She stalled a minute before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into a tight hug. I breathed in the warm scent of her apple shampoo before staring at the piece of paper in my hand. I opened it slowly and read through the neatly printed writing. Suddenly the world around me collapsed as the words burned into me.

Chelsea's P.O.V –

"Vaughn?" I asked, his weight seemed to have gotten heavier all of a sudden. I pushed him off me but he stuck in the same position, his back hunched and his eyes burning deeply. I tugged at the piece of paper in his hands and read over the font.

Mr Stephan Francis Jacobs,

We have the results of your blood test printed for a secondary confirmation, we are sorry to tell you that you have contracted Hemochromatosis.

(Picture of a table)

We are unsure of the cure but we will need you to have a liver transplant soon before it is too late for us to do anything. If you have any living immediate relatives, siblings or children, alive they will also need to be tested as this certain liver disease is hereditary.

We are also wanting to test to see if they are a match and a transplant will be needed to be made as soon as possible.

Our next appointment will be Autumn 23 at 11:30AM, I'll be in contact soon.

Yours Truly – Doctor Ethan Sheppard.

I stared at the words in front of me, unable to move, or even breathe. What the hell was happening? Looking up at Vaughn his eyes were filled with a different emotion, one I'd never seen before. His face screwed up in a ball before he threw the paper to the floor and stormed over to the fire place.

"How could he?" He asked. I'm pretty sure he wasn't talking to me, his brain too wound up in his own thoughts.

"He expected me to give him a part of my liver, after so much hurt he had caused me, mum, Skye. After everything he put us through and he still expects me to help him?" He asked, now turning to face me. I looked at him and felt the emotions flowing through his face.

"Vaughn …" I began but couldn't end it. There was nothing I could say to comfort him, nothing I could do to help him calm down. I just walked over to him and took his hand in mine; he stopped pacing as soon as my skin brushed up against his. He turned to face me, his purple eyes glinting with anger but passion. I reached up and placed my lips onto his and ran my spare hand through his hair. Okay so maybe there was one thing that could cheer him up.

"Chelsea?" A soft velvet voice asked. I murmured before he rolled over and wrapped his arm across me. I opened my eyes drowsily and looked at him, his soft pink cheeks were so close to mine I could reach up and kiss them without even having to move an inch.

"This hemochromatosis, they said it could be hereditary …" He trailed off, his mind clearly occupied with thought. I frowned before pushing myself up on my elbows so I could look at him properly.

"Vaughn they always have to say that, you shouldn't worry" I said. But my mind slowly began to race; if he did have hemochromatosis then it could be fatal. I wouldn't be able to live without him. He looked down at me and smiled before taking me into his arms and kissing my neck softly.

"I wouldn't be able to leave you anyway, you'd get into too much trouble" He smirked before nodding towards my broken oven. I rolled my eyes before pinning him back down on the bed.

"I wouldn't let you leave me" I replied before leaning down and kissing him on the forehead. "I love you too much" I winked and resting my head on his chest. He sighed again before stroking my hair, his hand barely touching my head.

"If you weren't getting married in half a season I'd probably kidnap you" He mumbled quietly. I rolled my eyes before lightly hitting his arm; he was the one who told me to marry Denny in the first place.

Just then there was a loud, sharp knock on the door. I sat bolt upright and stared down at Vaughn, s-h-i-t.

"Chelsea, Chelsea open the door" A familiar voice yelled. I cleared my throat before turning to face the door.

"Just a second, I'm not dressed" I replied, well it wasn't like I was lying. There were a few more impatient knocks before I managed to slide out of bed and pull on a baggy dark grey top and a pair of short denim shorts. Quickly I threw Vaughn's clothes at him as he tried to dodge them, I may have thrown them quite harshly.

The door suddenly opened and revealed Sabrina standing in the doorway looking at us both furiously. I turned back to Vaughn who was topless and had only one leg in his black jeans. Could this day get any worse? Sabrina turned around to stare at me, her purple eyes burning deep inside of me, telepathic death threats being fired at me.

"I. Knew. It."

Ooh, so a lot of drama in this chapter :P Aha, I hoped you like meeting Vaughn's dad, how nice he is. So yeah, please review and stay tuned for the next update :D

In case you didn't know about Hemochromatosis here is some information :)

Hemochromatosis is an inherited disease in which too much iron builds up in your body.

Iron is a mineral found in many foods. Your body normally absorbs about 10 percent of the iron in the food you eat. If you have hemochromatosis, you absorb more iron than you need. Your body has no natural way to get rid of the extra iron. It stores it in body tissues, especially the liver, heart and pancreas. The extra iron can damage your organs. Without treatment, it can cause your organs to fail and prove fatal.