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It Won't Be Forever

Disclaimer: I only own Rhiannon. I own no one else

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Rhiannon glanced toward John, clutching her sleeping bag. She hated what he was making her do. She was being forced to spend the night with her grandfather.

They were deep in the appeals process. Jill swore that once she got in front of a judge, her secret card would ensure Bob never saw her again. John wasn't too sure and it showed.

"Daddy, do I have to go?" Rhiannon whined, waiting. She clung to John's side. "I don't like him! He tells me bad things about you!" It broke John's heart. It made him physically ill, seeing her so miserable.

Why was she being punished?

"It won't be forever." John said, closing his eyes. Seeing Bob's car in the distance, he handed her his cellphone. "Don't let him see it, and call anytime you want," She nodded slowly.

"Daddy, I'm scared," Rhiannon admitted, slipping the phone into her backpack. "He's going to make me wear pink! He's going to tell me if I don't wear pink, I'm going to be like you," She shook with fear.

"Just be you. Besides, I don't think he's going to care about the pink thing," He gestured to her new Converse sneakers. They had a pattern of pink, black, red and white patchwork.

"Good point," she laughed. The car stopped in front of the hotel. "Bye, Daddy. I love you," She hugged John. Then, she hugged Lance. "Bye, Uncle Lance," She slid into the backseat, and waved to them, as Bob pulled out.

"Rhiannon, why must you wear black?" Bob asked. Rhiannon sighed. Then, she came up with the perfect answer.

"My therapist says it's my way to combat the stress of the custody battle," she replied, glancing at her nails. "He also says that the only way to get me back into color again is to go back to Canada," She snickered, hearing Bob growl.

"America is your home country," Bob said. Rhiannon shook her head. She loved Canada. Nothing bad had ever happened in Canada. As far as she was concerned, Canada was home.

"I don't like America! Only bad things happen in America!" she exclaimed, glancing down at him. Bob shook his head. Obviously, she had been brainwashed.

"You were born in America!" Bob exclaimed. "Technically, you're American." Rhiannon rolled her eyes.

"My heart's in Canada." Rhiannon murmured, tears filling her eyes. Why did this man insist on changing everything about her? It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.

The rest of the afternoon went as smoothly as expected. Rhiannon was bored out of her mind, but she remained tolerable. That is until dinner.

"What is this?" she asked, being presented with some unidentifiable casserole. Bob sighed.

"Macaroni casserole," he replied. She rolled her eyes. She hated macaroni casserole! Why would he make her eat this crap? "Eat up,"

Rhiannon pushed her plate away.

"I'm not hungry!" she exclaimed, pushing her plate farther away. "I don't eat crap like this," She glared at him.

"Rhiannon, you are eating that! If you have to stay here all night, you are eating that!" Bob exclaimed. Rhiannon crossed her arms over her chest and refused to eat.

True to his word, Bob made her sit there. She wasn't allowed up. She wasn't even allowed to go to the bathroom. Rhiannon was miserable, but determined to be stubborn.

"Rhiannon," her grandmother said. "Why won't you eat?" Rhiannon sighed.

"Ma'am, I wasn't raised on comfort foods. I was raised on rich, ethnic food. I can't eat things like this. I simply don't like it," she replied. She jumped, a loud thump going on overhead. "What was that?"

Her grandmother turned pale. Then, she ran upstairs.

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Alright, this fic is coming to an end soon. It'll have two, three more chapters MAXIMUM. Keep your eye out for 'Close to You', the prequel to the Sand and Water Trilogy.

-JenLea

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