I'm having a bit of writers block on Alone with You. Bear with me, please? I will update, don't worry. I'm glad you all really like this story. Yes, my plan was to make it original. Something different for you all to read. All your questions will be answered in due time. For now I am keeping it as Dana's POV, but it will switch, I am not sure when, but it will.

Chapter 3

Dana POV

I tuned the boom box off, and sat down on my bed. My head whirling with thoughts.
Why would he leave like that? I stood up from my bed, and ran over to my dorm door. I peeked out of it, looked both ways, and didn't see Logan anywhere in sight. What did the song mean? I knew what the song meant, but… I am so confused at the moment. Okay, so I guess he said he was sorry? Perhaps? I am not sure, but decided to drop the subject. Just as I was about to walk out of the door, Dakota and Damien strutted in.

"Oh my god Dana," Dakota said first.

"Dana, Logan has a short temper, and you know that!" Damien finished. They do that often. Dakota starts something, and Damien finishes it. Damien is definitely the smarter of the two. "I mean, I couldn't even believe it when he said it!"

"Dana, what he said was NOT true! I assure you!" Dakota said, and Damien came over to me and gave me a hug.

"Dana, we love you like a sister! You are our best friend! We do not take pity on you!" Damien said, and let go of me.

"Logan just goes way over the top, and he even said he didn't mean it!" Dakota assured. "I mean, you two argue all the time, and stuff, and he was just… I don't know, he didn't mean it!" Dakota tried to get the right use of words out, but failed.

"Um, Dana, you know this right! I mean, you know we do not think of you that way, and everything like that… right?" Damien asked, and I nodded. Although I wasn't completely convinced. I sat down on my bed, and stared out the window. Making eye contact with them will only make all my lies worse. I am not alright, I do not believe them, and Logan is right. Slowly, I am breaking inside, and I have no control over it. My thoughts were soon broken by Dakota's squealing.

"OH! DANA! I forgot to tell you!" She squealed and clapped her hands together. Oh god, I don't think I really wanted to know what she was about to say. It's not like I have any other choice though. Here goes nothing…

"This Friday, which is in…" Dakota started

"Three days," Damien answered immediately.

"Right, three days, which is Friday…" Well, thank you captain obvious! She continued on. "We are throwing a movie-party kind of thing in our dorm!" Oh god. They tried this before, and it completely messed up our dorm. My eyes bugged out, and the look on my face said everything.

"Don't worry Dana," Damien said before being cut off by Dakota. They do this often, it is like they are one person.

"Yeah Dana, it wont be like last time where we had like, fifteen people all in here trying to watch movies. Wow, that was a disaster. It is only going to be us three, Logan I hope you don't mind Dana, and…" She went on. I really was not paying much attention. She said about four more names and concluded, "That is it!"

"Yeah, it was hard for us to narrow it down to only eight of us. But we do plan to have a party in this dorm in a couple months. It will be a killer-party! So we have to spend a lot of time planning it! Won't it be great?" Damien asked.

"Yeah, sure. Wonderful," I answered.

"We know you are not in a great mood and everything, that's okay. We will talk about it later!" Dakota said, and swung her purse back over her shoulder. "Toodles." As soon as they were walking out of the room, my phone cell phone rang. Dakota gave a quick suspicious look, then strutted herself out of the room. I took a glance on the caller ID. Realizing it was my so-called father, I opened it, and shut it again. You may not understand why. My father is not really a father. Sure, he is my bio-logical father, but he does not deserve the title of 'father' or 'dad.' To receive that recognition, you must BE THERE for your kid. You must love your child. You must care for them. Did my father ever do that for me?

No.

He did nothing for me. I barely even remember him. He was always drunk whenever I was around, although I was only about five or six years old. He left my mother and me one day.

Flashback

"Dana, you know I need to go. It is for the best," my father told me, while gripping onto my shoulders. I glanced down at my yellow polka-dot dress I was wearing, a tear forming in my eyes.

"Daddy, don't go!" I begged. Being only six years old made it hard to comprehend why my father was abandoning me and my mother.

"Sweetie, I have to," he said, and kissed my cheek. His breath had a funny smell to it. I have smelt it before, a lot of the time when I was around him. He started to stand up, and I yanked on his pants to pull him back down.

"DADDY!" I yelled. I pleaded, and tried every trick in the book. He kneeled down again, and had a hurt look in his eyes.

"You don't understand now, you don't know why I am doing this," he informed me. My face began to turn a crimson red color, and my stomach began to hurt. More tears fell freely down my face.

"You can't leave us! Me! Daddy, don't go!" I yelled with frustration. Never was I close to him, but the idea of not having a daddy around scared me. He tried to get up again, but I hung onto him.

"Dana, let go!" He mustered, while struggling with me. I stood still. It was too unreal. He was really leaving me. Did he love me? Did he care?

"Daddy!" I whined. This was going to be my last chance for him to stay with me. I tried.

"Dana! Stop this foolishness!" He yelled, and it scared me. He seemed mad, when all I wanted was for him to stay. I stood still, arms to my side, not one movement from me, and I obeyed. I tried, but failed. He did not bother to take another glance, but turned his back on me, and began walking away. He did not turn back one single time. I watched him, walk all the way out to the front yard. I followed, and as he was getting into the car, I stopped, and watched. As I stared at the car pull out of our driveway, I whispered to myself.

"Daddy, I will miss you."

End Flashback

I will never forgive him. For what he did, for leaving us. For running off with another women. (Which I found out about later in life) My phone beeped which brought me out of my trance and memories. I eyed it, and realized I have a voice message. Opening my phone, I decided to listen to it.

"Dana, I know you are mad at me, but I want to make things right. I want to know my daughter and get to know who, and what kind of person you have become. I haven't seen you in over ten years. I have only gotten to see a picture of you. And that picture was a school picture, your mother sent to me. I know I have not been there for you, but I thought it would be nice if we could get to know each other. Call me back, please Dana…" BEEP.

I shut my phone, and didn't bother to call back. What was the point anyways? I don't want to know him, I don't want to meet him, or get to know him. I don't want him to see me. Basically, I don't want anything to do with him. He has been trying to talk to me for a couple months now. I have lost my love and respect for him. Wouldn't you if he left you for over ten years with no call, no letter, and no birthday card or present? Not even bothering to call and say happy birthday. That was the least he could have done. And he thinks everything is going to be great, and we will be a great happy family, I think not. It was late, and I had homework to do. The only way I can stay in this school is if I don't fail. I have no one to talk to anymore, about anything. Although I am not quite a people-person, and I do not particularly enjoy attention. Not my kind of thing. I hate being in the spot light, maybe that is why Dakota and Damien like me. They get all the attention when I'm around, and they know I am fine with it.

It was nearing 8:30 PM, and I decided to change. There was a dorm check tonight at 9:00, and I should probably call Dakota and Damien to let them know. Who knows where they could be. I changed into long orange PJ bottoms, and took an old PCA sweatshirt and pulled it over me. As I sat down on my bed, I picked up my cell phone and texted Dakota and Damien about the dorm check at 9:00 PM.

Dorm check at 9 tonight. Better be here, or I will be questioned. For your own good.

I hit send. Staring at the ceiling, I realized I still have homework to do which is due tomorrow. Procrastination. I began to sit up until my cell phone vibrated. There was one new message.

Thanks, a bunch. I will be there, and Damien says she will too.

Tossing my cell phone aside, I decided that I really do have to finish this homework. The only sounds you could hear was the scratching of my pencil, and my occasional sigh that drowned throughout the entire room.

"OH. MY. GOD," Damien yelled as she busted through the room. It scared the shit out of me, and since I was writing, I made a long dark pencil line on my paper from jumping. I could kill her. I turned around, and Damien looked ecstatic, while Dakota looked a bit, jealous?

"Oh, it's just GRAND news," Dakota sighed sarcastically, and threw her purse off onto her bed, while keeping her cell phone in her hands. I swear those two live off their cell phones.

"Oh, be quiet Dakota, you had your turn!" Damien said. Dakota crossed her arms and looked offended.

"Excuse me?" She asked, being very snotty. Oh lord, it's about some guy. That is acually my personal guess. It always is.

"I said you had your turn Dakota! Now it's mine!" Damien said, and turned her attention back to me, as if saying 'I have no time for this, I need to brag about my accomplishments to all the people in the world.' I crossed my leg over my other leg, and leaned back into my office chair. Wont this be enjoyable?

"Go on…" I encouraged. Although I wanted no part. Theese girls do not know pain. They think a broken nail is a fucking crisis.

"Okay, guess what!" She asked trying to make this more dramatic, and longer as if torturing me.

"Um, your daddy increased your limit on your credit card?" I asked sarcastically.

"No…" She said, and waited a few seconds, as if I was going to guess again.

"I don't know. What?" I asked. Giving her the push she wanted. Well, I did have to seem like I cared a little bit.

Logan asked me out, and I said yes!" She screamed. Dakota slumped onto her bed, and was shooting daggers with her eyes. I had a bit of jealousy within me, but the only reason I had that was because he played that song for me. Maybe he was just doing that so he would get in better with Damien. Little prick. See what I mean about these girls. How vicious they are? How Logan acted towards me, and I am so called, 'Loved like a sister' from her. And she turns around a second later, and goes out with him? You don't know how much I want to be free.

"That's great." I tried to sound excited for her, but excited just doesn't cut it for me.

"I know, right?" She said, and looked in her drawers for something to wear to bed. I turned back to my homework and began to work on it again. Wasn't this just a great day. My father is still trying to talk to me, and Damien and Logan are going out. Wonderful day, don't you think?

Okay, don't yell at me! This is part of the story. I assure you. So please don't go all ballistic and say "Dana and Logan need to be together!" I like to stretch stories out, if you know what I mean. Need to add detail, need to create the feeling, and need to capture your audience. You need to keep them reading. You need them to feel the hurt, and pain the characters do, and when writers do that, like in a couple stories I read, I believe that right there is talent.

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--Brittany