Sorry I haven't written in so long, I was on vacation. But that vacation gave me plenty of inspiration for chapter 4! It is with a large glass of Arizona Iced Tea and a pint of Cherry Garcia that I write this next chapter. This is where things get a little more interesting. *evil grin*. ========================================================================== Valmont hadn't regained the ability to speak when three men, considerably younger then him, entered the room, yelling about something. "But it wasn't our fault! He-" one of them had been speaking, but fell silent when he saw Pamela. There was a long, awkward silence before... "Whose the chick?" asked another one. " I'm not sure,"answered Valmont. "I told you, I'm your daughter." Pamela answered edgily. " You have a daughter, boss?" the tallest of the men asked. Valmont said 'No.', at the same time Pamela said 'Yes'. " I have no daughter!" shouted Valmont, his voice rising in panic. " Yes you do! And she's standing right in front of you! SO SAY HELLO!" she snapped, stamping her foot. " I dunno Big V., she's got your eyes," suggested one of them. Valmont glowered at him, and the man who spoke cringed and shrank back. Pamela reached into her bag, and pulled out a faded picture of a short, thin woman with long, red hair, green eyes, and flowers in her hair. "Don't you remember her?" Pamela asked quietly, her eyes glittering with tears. If he didn't belive her, this would be a wasted journey. She couldn't go back now, not without her father beliving her. " Oh dear God. She was in England. Wasn't she a-" Valmont started, but Pamela cut him off. "Please don't bring that up. I'm not very proud of her past, and neither is she. She has a real job now, and we've been doing pretty good for ourselves." Valmont nodded mutely, and sighed. "I'll go find an empty room for you." "So you belive me?" Pamela asked, hardly beliving it. He nodded and shuffled out of the room. Pamelas face lit up with a huge, perfect smile, and she followed her dad out of the room. "So do you want to know my name?" "No" "It's Pamela! Do you want to know how old I am?" "No" "I'm 15! Do you want to know anything about me?" "No" "DADDY! You missed out on the first 15 years of my life, and your not even gunna try to make up for it?" she whined. "Can I make up for it tomorrow, Pamela?" Valmont asked, yawning. "Fine," Pamela pouted. She turned around and trudged out of the room. She was so busy feeling rejected that she walked straight into the three men from before. The one in the middle spoke. "Yo- uh.....I'm Finn, he's Chow, and that's Ratso. So who are you?" Pamela gave each of them a quick once over before speaking. Chow was Asian, and very short and skinny, wearing all black except for his orange glasses. Ratso was tall, greyish and bulky with bloodshot eyes. Neither one of them did anything for her. She began to study Finn, and a familiar warm, pleasently queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. He was of average height and weight, and obviously Irish. She loved the deepness of his green eyes, and his fiery red hair. Before shecould do anything to stop it, the feeling in the pit of her stomach erupted, and spread throughout her whole body. It coursed through her veins and pumped into her heart. 'Great, now I've done it. Good job Pammy! You have another one of your stupid girly crushes!' . She was so busy hating herself that she forgot she wasn't alone in the halls. "Hello?" Pamela snapped out of her dreamworld to find Finn waving his hand in front of her face. "OH! Umm...I'm Pamela, Valmonts daughter." she smiled at all of them, lingering on Finn. "Didn't know Valmont had a daughter," Chow said coldly, glaring at her. Pamela was taken aback a moment before answering, "Neither did he. Now if you boys would excuse me, I'm gunna go get my room and crash. G'nite!". As she walked towards her dads office, she heard them still talking. "What was that about?" Finn demanded "I-I don't know" Chow stammered, suprised at himself "Sounds like you hate her" Ratso accused "Well I don't, I just-" "Well I bet she thinks you do! Good job!" Finn cut him off. Pamela grinned and thought 'Men...'. She knocked on Valmonts door and stuck her head in. "Do I have a room yet?" she asked. Her dad threw her the key, and said "End of the hall make a right its the third door on your left." Pamela left, got her bags, and found her room. She let out a low whistle when she saw her knew home. It was a huge bedroom with a mini kitchen and a bathroom. It had everything she needed. A TV, DVD and video player, computer with a cable connection, printer, scanner, radio, a phone, and caller I.D. She saw the big, soft looking bed on the other side of the room. She flopped on the bed without bothering to change out of her clothes, and she was asleep within seconds.