.Sweet Dreams III -By Yo-yo

Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, but if I cried would you bring it back? It's really a good show, even though I've only seen two episodes (not even complete!). But that's not my fault, if the show never went to commercial, then I wouldn't change it to Smallville, and then I wouldn't see my sexy, perfect looking Clark Kent, and then I would be able to turn back! But he's just so damn perfect looking, and I can't help it. He's like David Blaine and me; I can't take my eyes off that cute guy. The same thing happened with Roswell, once I turned to Smallville, I couldn't turn back! I could only watch those shows if Smallville was a rerun, and unfortunately they weren't.

.Sweet Dreams

Letting her eyes flutter open, she wondered had it all been a dream. Had the infamous Luke Cates actually told her she was beautiful? Had he really blown of his favorite sex mate to just lay with her, knowing that things would never progress?

As soon as her vision cleared, she saw him lying before her, eyes closed as his warm breath stroked her face, and she knew that it was real.

She gazed at him astounded. He was destined to be Alpha. Everything about him seemed to be bred for the important role of leader. He stood tall and eminent. His head held high, his jaw square, and his hands firm. His body was strong and limber, ready to take on all that he was given. His face was gentle and beautiful, ready for all his servants to praise him for his kindness and greatness. His eyes strong and passionate, he was ready to reign with justice and rule with pity.

Gazing into his beautiful face, she unconsciously held her breath. He was so beautiful. His handsome boyishly cut face was firmly squared, making his jaw line look strong and intimidating. His cheekbones were high, yet undefined under the layer of soft pale skin. He had his father's nose, which seemed to complement his good looks instead of underplaying them. His eyes were a bright emerald green, currently being shielded by the thin layer of skin deemed his eyelids. His lips were a faded pink, curved flawlessly as a small smile seemed to tickle them, lifting them slightly at the edges.

Lifting her hand to his face, she was hesitant as she gently touched his face, just above his brow. As her fingers fused with the smooth skin of his face, she felt herself and Luke release a breath simultaneously.

She watched as the smile on his face grew wider. She let her fingers gently graze his skin, as she traced her fingers down his jaw line to his lips. Softly she ran her fingers over the outline of his lips, gently stroking him, wishing it were her lips instead of her fingers.

He woke up to the feel of her fingertips, carefully tracing his lips.

Opening his eyes slowly, he found the most breathtaking sight revealed before his eyes. She lay next to him, innocently touching him.

Without even looking at him, she knew he was awake. "Do you know how beautiful you are when you sleep?" she said with a breath no louder than a whisper.

Bringing his fingers up to her face, he gently tucked a strand of burnt umber hair behind her ear. Letting his eyes rest on hers he grinned, "Nothing near as perfect as you do."

"Thanks Luke." She whispered softly.

"For what?"

"For being here, for helping me when you didn't have to. You really do care."

"And thank you."

"Why?"

"For trusting me, and never once questioning me even when I brought you to my room and climbed into bed behind you."

"You don't have to thank me for that, I was in so much pain I wouldn't have said anything if you'd stuck me in a lesbian orgy." She smiled.



"Really?" he smirked, "I gotta' try that next time, it'd be a lot more entertaining than this."

"You think I'm boring?" she asked, but it came out as more of a statement as she looked away from him.

"No, I was trying to make a joke. It was really bad. You're nowhere near boring. I like being with you. You are quiet and like to get straight to the point. You breathe in nature and embrace it before taking a huge chunk of it. You're going to be a great wolf."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're going to be smart, strong, hardheaded," she laughed, "You're gunna' run fluidly like a river, swiftly like a cheetah, and howl like the slide of a flute. You're gunna' hold your head up high as everyone looks at gazes at you and praises you like the simple and beautiful queen that you are. You're gunna' touch everyone with that gentle heart of yours. . . and you're gunna' stop staring at me like that or I'm gunna' have to kiss you!"



She laughed again, this time her big brown eyes twinkled before him.

"You like my sexy body don't you?" he smirked.

"I like Vin Diesel's sexy body, I don't know about yours."

"Well let me tell you a secret." he said with a dramatic whisper, "I like yours."

She giggled. "That's not a secret! You've been blowing kisses, whispering obscene comments and touching me inappropriately since we started high school. I think it's a pretty accurate observation when I say, 'I already know you like my sexy body'."

"Was I that obvious?" he grinned reaching out and casually stroked her arm.



"No." she grinned, nuzzling even closer. "Of course you were!"

Placing a kiss on her head, he stroked her hair.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving."

"C'mon, let's get you something to eat. You look like one of those models, the one's with the starving look in their eyes. You're even getting thinner."

"My Dad said the same thing this morning."

"So, uh, does he know about the uh, Change?"

"Not really, he's a guy, so he's a little oblivious. The only thing he's noticed was that I've been getting thinner, and that's probably 'cuz that's superficial."

"Are you upset about that?" he whispered, concern oozing out of him.

"I should be, shouldn't I?" she asked looking at him, her voice mirroring his.

"Maybe?" he shrugged.

"But I'm not, I think. I just think it relieves me because I don't have to worry about him finding out before I want to tell him. I want him to find out from me, not from some dumb outbreak, or when I'm dreaming and wake up with glowing gold eyes. I want him to hear me out, he's already pretty pissed that I skipped out on Florence."

"I was wondering earlier today why you did, I guess I know now."

"Sorry I lied, I just. . . "

"You don't have to explain to me, I get it, remember I went through this too."

"Oh, yeah." She sighed lowering her eyes.

"So how long have you been going through all this?"

"The really bad stuff started like two weeks ago. And the throwing up started last night after I ate some soup. But, like the symptoms of the Change have been going on for at least a month."

"Wow, I went through it for two weeks."

"I guess I get the extra pain because I'm a mutt."

"You know I don't look at you like that, right?"

"Maybe not now, but you used to. When you became Alpha of the brat pack you looked at me the same way they did. You loathed me, and you thought of me as trailer trash. You might not have done it intentionally, but that's what it felt like."

His eyes widened as she looked away from him completely. Her eyes, twinkling with tears, focused on the ceiling as she tried not to succumb to the influence of her heart.

"I'm sorry." Was all that he could say as he looked at her.

"I know. . . " She replied sincerely, "I don't even think. . . just drop it, you were supposed to make me dinner." She smiled disarmingly as she returned her gaze to him.

Pulling himself out of bed, he took her arm and pulled her out with him. "After we eat, I'll take you home ok?" he smiled standing before her.

"Uh, wait. . . " She said just before he opened the door. "I know this is weird," she began staring at her fingers as if they were terribly important, "but can I just stay here the night? With you? I mean, I don't mean like to do anything, or anything like that, but with the Change coming on, I haven't been able to get any sleep or even slack from the pains, but. . . this afternoon was the first time in a while that I've been able to sleep without any trouble. I didn't even have the nightmare. . . Just the night please, and then you and Prestley can go on with you're usual plans?" she asked.

Guiding her chin upwards until their eyes met, he smiled. Her eyes twinkled with pleading as she stared at him. "Yeah."

She let out a breath that she didn't know that she'd been holding.

"Thanks a lot."

"Do you want to call him at least?"

"Do you not know Matthew Donner? Mr. I-hate-Luke-Cates-even-if-he- saved-my- daughter's-life-because-he-was-the-reason-why-it-was-threatened-in-the- first-place? I mean if you haven't then I'll introduce you to him next time I see you."

"Well, what are you going to say when he asks where you've been all night?"

"Sometimes it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission." She sighed.



"Ok, c'mon, you're gunna' have a Luke Cates special."

"Microwave popcorn and soda?" she guessed.

"Funny, just 'cuz I'm a guy doesn't mean I can't cook."

"I'll believe it when I see it." She mumbled skeptically.

"What was that? That is sex discrimination! I'll show you!" he grinned pulling her arm, leading her out of his bedroom to the kitchen.

As soon as they entered the immaculate chamber, they were assaulted by the scent of broccoli mixed in a pot of macaroni and a pot roast warming in the oven.

"I guess I won't get to show you my wizardry this time." He smiled whirling around to look at her.

"I bet you knew that your mother cooked already so that you could get out of your lie." She smirked.

"Hey, Luke Cates does not lie about food."

"You better not," she warned, "now tell me, is this stuff as good as it smells?"

"It better be, or Ruby just spent a hell of a lotta' energy to lie to me about it." Vivian Cates smiled as she entered the room.

"Hey Mom." Luke smiled putting his hand in the pot and pulling out a piece of broccoli.

"Lucas, don't do that." She scolded, "Get a plate. . . I swear, the world is lost on you teenagers, you guys have no manners."

"That's why we're all genius' on computers. We skipped out on Finishing School so we could go online and look up porn." He grinned, popping the piece in his mouth.

"Lucas, that's just gross! You know not to talk that way in front of guests."

"Sorry Sophia." He grinned mischievously.

Rolling her eyes, she turned to his mother. "Hi Mrs. Cates. I haven't seen you in awhile."

"Yes I know. . . It was a shock for me to show up and find you and my son sleeping together in his bed. At least he and Prestley take it out to the woods."

Both teens looked away from her, their faces flushed red.

"So I see you've succumbed to my son's bad boy charms." She smiled, taking out two plates and heading towards the pot.

"Mom," Luke sighed looking up, "it's not like that, she was just really tired, and she just ended up falling to sleep."

"Yeah Mrs. Cates, it wasn't like that. . . I just haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately. I've been kinda' sick."

". . . And my son would risk catching whatever it is that you've got so that he could be a true friend and help you sleep."

"Mom!" Luke cried in outrage. "It wasn't like that. I wasn't trying to get her into bed like that. God! I'm not as big of a shit-head as you think I am!"

"Luke, watch your language!" she scolded.

"I am her friend, and she was hurting ok? If we were really going to do something indecent, or if we had already done it, don't you think you would have smelled it? That was really mean. I can't believe you'd think that about her, you've known Sophie all her life. How could you say something like that?"

Blinking back her surprise at her son's sudden burst of ethics, she turned towards the young girl. Scrutinizing the young girl slowly, she wondered what was it about her that made him suddenly grow real feelings. There was nothing particularly special about her, well there was, but nothing substantial. Her straight, long burnt umber tresses were pulled into a braided ponytail. Her large almond eyes were hidden beneath the rim of her black glasses. Her dark eyelashes were so long that they looked as if they were reaching up to touch heaven.

The only thing that set her apart from the other girls walking around on long golden legs was the fact that she wore no of make-up, not even lip- gloss. Her dark pink lips were curved perfectly, almost temptingly. Her pale skin held a healthy pink undertone that accentuated her high cheek bones and seemed to make her glow.

She was built like a dancer, long, slender, lithe and toned. She wore a red t-shirt and a pair of jeans, as if she weren't trying to impress anyone.

"I'm sorry Sophia, I guess it's hard to break the habit of being nasty to Luke's girlfriends. I meant no disrespect; you know that I cherish you as if you were my own. I always have. Remember when you were younger and I had to always sit you two down and lecture you because you were impossible kids? I'm real sorry though, I guess I wasn't thinking." She smiled, feeling kind of stupid apologizing to a teen. But if Luke thought she was important enough to fight for, then she would have to respect her and apologize.

"Thanks, and I'm sorry for showing up unexpectedly in your son's bed. I'm sure if I were in your place, I'd make the same assumptions you did." She replied.

Trying to hide her surprise of Sophia's sincerity, she began shoveling food onto the plates. "So Sophia how's your Dad?"

"He's great."

"What time is he coming to pick you up?" she asked casually.

They were both silent after her last statement.

Turning towards the two, she interpreted their peace. "He doesn't know that you're here?"

"I haven't told him, he doesn't really like Luke too much. I mean, Luke's not on my Dad's top 10 most favorites list. If I told him I was here, he'd probably flip out and drag me out of here with him." She explained looking at the woman.

"Well you have to tell him, or would you like me to take you home?"

She glanced at Luke with that pleading look in her eyes again.

"Uh, Ma I'll walk her home after dinner and after we finish our homework." He said.

Looking at her son, she could tell that he was lying. Those emerald eyes, identical to his father's didn't flicker for any old reason.

"Ok guys, what is going on?" she asked looking from one to the other.

"Nothing Mom." He answered, this time looking away.

"Guys, I know you think that grown ups are stupid, but I can tell when you guys are lying to me. Now what's going on?"

"Nothing's going on Mom." Luke argued.

"Ok, but if Matt calls, I'm not going to lie to him."

"Then don't pick up the phone, we've got caller ID."

"What if it's something important, something about the pack?"

"Mom, I don't care what you do, but he can't know that she's here. He'll take her away!"

"Luke, she's not a puppy. She's a real girl, and Matt's her real Father. I know he'll be really worried. He'll also be upset with me if I lie to him about seeing her."

"Mrs. Cates, I don't want to put yourself out and lie to him, it's not like I'm trying to runaway or anything, I'll be back home in the morning, I just need. . . " she stopped as she looked at him again, something purely readable to Vivian.

". . . You just need Luke tonight?"

"Yeah." She sighed.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why do you need Luke?"

"Please Mrs. Cates, I really don't feel right telling you before I tell my own Father."

"Are you pregnant?"

"What!" Luke gasped in surprise.

"I just don't want to say anything before my Father hears it straight from the horses mouth, as the saying goes. I don't want him to feel bad." She said.

"Wait, you can't. . . " Luke began.

"Is it Luke's?" Vivian interrupted.

"I thought you guys couldn't mate with the other kind?" she asked, not even thinking of the turmoil this accusation could put her in.

"How do you think you got here missy?"

"Just please Mrs. Cates, don't tell my Dad." She pleaded.

"Eat up kids." She said turning around, trying to figure out this problem in her head.

Watching her leave the room Luke looked at Sophia. "Why didn't you just tell my Mom you were Changing? Now she thinks I've impregnated you."

"I can't let this get out before my Father even hears about it."

"At least she'll let you stay the night." He grinned handing her a plate of food.

Sitting across from another at the table, they talked, laughed and sneaked yearning gazes at each other while enjoying a filling meal.



~***~

Waking up to the sound of the clock radio, his eyes flickered open, only to rest on the still sleeping Sophia.

She looked like an angel as the sunrays streamed in via the window, surrounding her in their beauty. Her dark tresses caught the pure light, wrapping it around her head like a halo. Asleep or awake, she looked the same; like the goddess Aphrodite sent down to earth exclusively for him.

"Hey, wake up." He whispered, still gazing at her adoringly.

She didn't even stir.

Placing a soft kiss on her cheek, his lips moved down to her ear. "Hey, sleepy head; wake up."

"No. . . " She mumbled nuzzling closer into his shoulder.

"C'mon Sophie, ya' gotta' get up, we've got school."

"I don't wanna' get up, I'm too comfortable." She sighed with a smile.

A smile curled his lips. Hands down, that was the best compliment he'd ever received. Breathing against her hair, let his hands roam down her back, tracing little circles.

"You're not gunna' try to get out of this by flattery. Now wake up."

"You're no fun." She smiled finally opening her eyes.

"Yeah, well if we were both lying naked right now, I could have found a more constructive way to rouse you from your deep slumber."

"I thought it wasn't like that, I thought you were just helping out a friend."

"I already told you how I like your hot body. I don't care who you are, I would do anything for that sexy body."

"Even if I were your mom?"

"Hey, I'm not one of those Oedipus complex guys. I like my women, just as long as I'm not related to them. I don't do that whole trailer park, West Virginia, second cousin, royal family, hemophilia thing." She laughed.

"So wake up."

"What time is it?"

"Six."

"What?" she gasped. "Why in the hell would you wake me at this obscenely early hour?"

"Well you still have to go home and get showered and changed, plus, since you didn't believe me last night, I wanted to cook you breakfast."

"I would have appreciated it more if it was breakfast in bed."

"Stop trying to con me into more sleep." He smiled looking down at her.

"Why do I have to change anyway?" she moaned laying her head on his chest.

Gently stroking her hair, he didn't answer for a few moments, but finally said. "Because you're wearing the same thing as yesterday. People might ask questions."

"Nobody notices me except Jamie, Charlie, and maybe you."

"Ha, little naïve Sophia." He laughed, "You just don't know how many guys notice you. Just last week I had to tell off some guy for making rude comments about you."

"Who?"

"I don't know, one of the meatboys."

"What's up with you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"These sudden jealous rages, why do you keep having them? It's not like you like me. So what's with the Captain Protective?"

"You're one of my friends, do I have to explain it every time I defend your honor?"

"No, I just want to know why you're trying so hard to protect it. I'm not one of the brat pack and I'm a half-breed. I've got two strikes against me, so why do you risk it to save me?"

"Because you were my first friend, and you weren't the one who turned on me, I was the one that turned on you. I still care about you even if there's another part of my life you weren't a part of. And you're Changing now, so you won't have to worry, you'll be one of us soon enough."

"What if I don't want to be?" she whispered.

Looking down, he gulped in the silence. "Why wouldn't you?"

"Because I don't belong. All of you guys have been together all your life. I'm just the charity case. There's no incentive for me to become part of the pack."

"Sophia, you know that that's a lie. Everyone will welcome you with open arms and nobody will think of you as a charity case. Your Dad was a pretty powerful guy in his day, and no one will ever think less of you. Everyone expects you to be as great as your Father."

"That's another thing. How can I live up to my Father's achievements? He was strong, and swift, and smart, and all the things that I'm not. I'm weak Luke. I.I can't live up to that." She whispered.

"C'mon Sophia, you're just as smart as any she-wolf I know. When you were screaming in the street yesterday, you tore my skin and drew blood."

"I'm sorry. . ." She said looking up to him.

Meeting her tearstained eyes, he wished he could make the pain stop. "It's not your fault."

"I missed out on everything, Luke." She whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"Florence, the world, college, a real career, I missed out on everything. You remember what I used to dream of doing as I was little, I missed out on all of it." She cried, tears tumbling from her eyes.

"Those things aren't important-."

"Well they are to me! I wanted to make a difference someday, now all I can do is chase my tail and howl at the moon."

"That was mean. . ." He breathed. "Did you think I had no aspirations? Don't you think that I wanted to leave this stupid ol' town as much as you did? I wanted to become an architect and build spectacular memorials in some big city. I wanted to retire in Alaska at the age of fifty. I can't do any of that now, especially with that whole Alpha title tacked on."

"Sorry." Then a smile inched up her lips. "Alaska?"

"It's beautiful, almost like you and Siberia, except mine is more livable."

"Well if you ever get the chance, take me with you."

"Definitely." He grinned, "Now, let's go make breakfast."

Letting him hoist her up, she looked at him skeptically. "Ya' know that toasting a Pop tart doesn't count as cooking?"

"We don't even have Pop tarts." He sneered playfully.

"So then what are you gunna' magically microwave me up? I think it's too early for what you were offering me for dinner. Might get me too hyper."

"Hey, I can cook. What do you want?"

"Uh, a cheese omelet, and cinnamon French toast with whip cream and warm syrup."

"Well, that's a precise order." He smiled leading her into the kitchen.

"I'm a waitress, I have to take orders everyday, so giving orders is like being Queen for a day or something to that effect."

"Well, will you help me?"

"See, I knew it! Mr. Cates does not know how to cook, he's just trying to get on my good side!"

"I meant setting the table." He sighed.

"Oh. . ." She whispered.

"Yeah, and can you make the coffee?"

"Coffee stunts your growth."

"Didn't seem to stop you before."

"I was just stating an observation, nothing more." She grinned opening the coffee can and scooping a few cups into the filter.

"So um, what do you want to talk about as we do this?"

"Is there really a war in Afghanistan, or is that dumbass President of ours trying to con us?"

"I don't think our dumbass President is smart enough to con us." He replied.

"Well he did when he claimed that he won the election fair and square. Besides the fact that his BROTHER was the governor of that state, when they finally went over all the votes of the entire state, they found that Gore really should have won."

"Stop watching PBS." He scolded.

"Hey, it's an addictive channel. Last week I found myself totally engrossed in a documentary on CHEESE!"

"Sophia, have I ever told you that I worry about your mental health?"

"No, but you said you worry about me physically." She grinned. "What did you smoke last night?"

"Nothing, I was with you. Did you sneak something in my macaroni last night?"

"I will not incriminate myself." He grinned.

~***~

"Hey, take my jacket, it's a little colder than it was yesterday."

"Thanks." She smiled shrugging on his large leather jacket.

Stepping out into the cool morning air, they turned towards her house. Marching in silence, she prepared herself for what would turn into World War 3. Her Dad would be really upset that she didn't return home last night. He would be truly outraged that she'd spent the night with Luke Cates. She couldn't lie about it this time. She reeked of Luke Cates, and no amount of lying could cover that up.

Even now as she strode next to him, she seemed to bathe in the masculine scent of cinnamon and cologne.

Breathing in his scent deeply, she sighed. Luke Cates was the cologne that she couldn't mind sporting always. There was something about the subtle, spicy scent of him that made her want to crawl next to him again, and revel in the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her small feminine frame. The smell of cinnamon and cologne dominated him and everything that he owned, but there was something else that lay just below the surface, as if trying to hide from her. Sighing again, she wished she didn't have to go home and shower. Oh how she wished she could wear his scent a little longer, and muse over those sweet words he'd uttered last night and this morning.

Looking at her as she sauntered quietly beside him, he could tell that last night didn't mean as much to her as it meant to him. She didn't feel the comfortable peace that wrapped around them like a blanket, bathing them in one another's warmth. She didn't revel in the beauty of lying beside the person that she loved, basking in the comfort of knowing that someone needed her more than she could ever know. She didn't realize the reason he'd respected her so much was because he loved her way beyond the physical, past the mental, deeper still into the spiritual, and never ending even in the soul.

Pushing back his messy blonde hair, he watched her small frame draped in his large jacket. This was how it was meant to be. Sophia Donner was meant to be clothed in his things, sleeping in his bed, dancing in his arms, and making love to him and only him. Oh how he wanted this to be true.

Deciding he needed to break the silence, he turned to her. "All that sleep seemed to do you some good. You've lost those bags under you eyes, and your skin is back to its normal color. You don't look sick anymore."

"Oh don't worry Cates, it'll all be back tomorrow. I bet my favorite dream will start to play itself every time I close my eyes at about eleven tonight." She smiled sarcastically.

"You know that if you need to, you can come over again, I really don't mind." He offered.

She laughed as she looked up at his sober face. "Thanks for the offer, but again have you met my Father Sheriff Donner? He's not gunna' let me out of the house after this fiasco, so don't plan on seeing me for a couple of weeks."

"Oh."

"But I really appreciate what you did for me last night. I get that you and Prestley have a thing, and I wouldn't want to ruin it."

*I WANT you to ruin it!* he groaned to himself.

"We've got nothing." He sighed, looking away from her.

"So uh, thanks for everything." She smiled stopping in front of her house.

"It was nothing."

Turning to him. "So I'll see you in school today?"

"Yeah, we've got a Chemistry test today."

"Oh shit." She sighed. "Oh well, I guess I failed that."

"Don't worry, it's just a review."

Looking at her, he opened his arms to her.

She walked into his arms and embraced him. As they stood there, held in each other's arms, a strange silence blanketed them. Something intangible had them planted there in the comfort of each other's warmth. Finally after what seemed like and eternity, but was actually only a couple of moments, they broke away.

Their eyes locked as their bodies separated. Sophia was lost completely in his deep green eyes. The facets changed into a very light sea foam green, making his eyes seem as boundless as the oceans and sky. He gazed into her melted chocolate eyes as the tiny flecks of gold flickered with some new emotion.

He saw the confusion that lit those beautiful eyes, making her appear more angelic than usual. Both lost completely in one another's eyes made no attempt to move in any direction except the one they'd just been in. As their bodies moved closer, their gazes were not disturbed. With his hand, he gently swept away a lock of flyaway hair in front of her eyes.

Her eyes closed as his fingers swept her face, a small sigh released from her lips. He could almost taste the anticipation on her lips as they gazed at one another once more. Their faces were inches closer and closer; then softly, their lips touched ever so sweetly.

It was Sophia who jumped back in surprise. How could something so simple, so barely there, be so intense? Their lips fit together like puzzle pieces; curve to curve. It was as if heaven had made them exclusively for one another.

Luke smiled at the look of shock that danced across her features. "See ya'." He grinned before turning and heading back for home.

A smile played at her lips as she watched him walk away. That was. amazing. Turning towards her own haven, she sighed letting reality sink back into her trembling bones. Her dad was going to be truly pissed and she didn't know what she could do to make this situation any better.

Walking towards the front door, she wanted to die. Pulling her keys from her messenger bag, she went to put them I the door.

Suddenly it opened inwardly without any help from her. Before she could say anything, her Father was standing before her with dark, frightening eyes.

"Hi Dad." She mumbled with a weak smile.

"Where in the hell were you?" he sneered.



TBC.

A/N: sorry to end this on a cliffhanger, I know people hate that, but this chapter is too damn long! R&R please. That's what I like about you guys, you guys do review and I thank you, I like to know that at least someone likes something I've done.