A/n: Thanks for the reviews! My birthday is on the 26th (This Saturday!) YAY! I'll be 14!

Disclaimer: I only own Clover, Rayne, Alana, and Jaliyah.

Chapter 12: Heart to Heart.

Clover sighed as she typed on her laptop. She was glad that Rayne was at Jaliyah's sleep over, she finally had some time to herself...too bad it was short lived by the door bell. She glanced at the clock on the right lower corner of her computer; 1:57am.

"Who in the hell could be knocking on my door so damn late?" Clover asked as she got up, she was wearing footy PJs with ducks on them, her hair was in a messy bun, and she was wearing her yellow rimmed reading glasses.

"AHHH!" Clover screamed, shutting the door real fast. "Tell me this is just a nightmare!" She screamed, she locked her door, and then turned off all the lights. 'Maybe they'll just go away,' she thought.

"We're not going away!"

"Then your going to stay out there forever!"

"Okay, dad get the tent!"

"Fine! Fine! Dumb ass..."

Clover turned on her porch light, grabbed a jacket from the jacket rack, opened up the door and walked outside. "May I help you, Ortons?" She looked into the eyes of her father and brother.

"Yes you may." Bob said, trying not to laugh at Clover's sleeping attire.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Randy blurted out, laughing.

"Bye!" She turned around about to open her door when Randy grabbed her arm.

"We need to talk family to family." Their father said seriously.

"Talk."

"Not here."

Randy took Clover's keys from her jacket pocket and locked her door.

"What the hell, Randy you dumb male whore! Give me my damn keys, you son of a bitch!" Clover speared Randy and started to punch him. "Give me my keys!"

Bob pulled Clover off of him. Once Randy stood up him and Bob smirked then said, "defiantly an Orton."

"Well, damn just rub it in."

"Come on, Clover." Randy grabbed clover arm dragging her to his limo.

"LET ME GO!" When he didn't let go she started to scream, "RAPE! RAPE!"

But it was too late she was in the limo, and so was her biological brother and father.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Tears streamed down her face.

"Here's some champagne!" Randy handed her the glass with purple liquid in it.

"It's two O'clock in the damn morning, and your drinking champagne!"

"So?"

"Ugh!" Clover threw her wine glass across from her.

Randy and Bob started to clean up the mess muttering something about this being a rental and blah, blah, blah.

Clover looked around, there was no way out. Then she looked at the door, she knew going out the door was suicide, but getting away from the people the hurt her more then anything, the people that caused all this emotional pain, all the tears, all the years of wondering and not knowing.

She opened the door, as soon as Randy and Bob looked her way she was about to jump out when she closed the doors, thinking of if she died how Rayne and the people she love will feel.

"Clover! You've could of been killed!" Bob screamed at her as if she was a little child.

"Like you care."

"We care about you Clover! Why do you think we came here?"

"Torture!"

"Nope, we want you to be apart of our family."

"You had that chance! You blew it when you abandoned me! You gave me away to parents who didn't even care! You made me go from foster home to foster home, always getting treated like I'm property!" Tears streamed down her face, all her emotions for the past 27 years!

"You could of gave me a better life, but you didn't! You made me live in hell, with all these terrible memories, that I will never get over! You say you love me, but you don't! You don't know one thing about me! You will never be my family. So you can die tryin', but your not going to get my love and respect. I will never call myself an Orton! Never!"

Randy and Bob was speechless. "Now, pull this car over!"

"Rayne."

Clover froze. "What does she have to do with this?"

"You gave her up."

"Now your using my child against me! I was a teenager, with no one to help me. I wasn't fit to raise a child! Her father didn't want nothing to do with her! He didn't think she was his! Now look at me in the face and tell me how that's the damn same! Now, if you we're there you would of helped me, she would of always been with me. Take me home!"

"Fine!" Bob said.

"Driver, turn the car around."

A/n: What did you think? This chapter was a little boring. The story will get better, as it is coming to an end.