"I love you, Baby," He continued to whisper to me. I could barley breath, I was choking on the tears; Jake was my father. Jake was the man who had left me and my mother for her. For Peyton? I looked towards Haley and Nathan, who both looked sad. Jake must have caught my glance because he looked at them too. "I can't believe that you two had her all along." He smiled, knowing that I had been safe the past few months. I pushed away from him hoping that he would let go, and he did.

"I hate you. I'm a bastard because of you." I yelled at him, everyone else just stood shocked at my anger. He seemed to understand.

"That's not how it was."

"Oh really? You didn't abandon me? You didn't try to replace me with a million other children?"

"Jenny, that's not fair…" Peyton said.

"Shut-up. You're the reason he left."

"Jennifer!" Haley said warningly.

"Your no better, Miss. Want to fix everything. You and you husband knew who my father was the whole time, and you could have warned me." I spit back.

"What?" Everyone said at once, "You knew?" Jake repeated.

"Of course they knew. From the first day Haley met my mother." I don't know why I did it. I had to blame everyone, even if it hurt the only two people who had tried to help me. "Don't look shocked. Jake, I'm not dumb, I can do the math. You gave me up because JR was being born. I get it, I was the expendable one." I closed my eyes, when I opened them I saw Haley, Peyton, and my father crying.

"There was nothing expendable about you."

"Please, just answer me why. Why did you let her just take me?" He reached for my hand; I pulled away and turned the other way. "You have no right to touch me."

"Jenny, I love you so much. We can talk about this at home, alone. I can explain everything." His eyes looked desperate for me to go home with them.

"I'm not moving into your house. Your house is not my home."

"I'm your father, you are living with me."

"You are not a father, you are just a sperm donor." I spit out and ran towards the door. I could hear them calling me, but I refused to turn and face any of them. I ran out of breath at the end of the driveway, because of the tears. Stupid tears. I could tell someone followed me.

"Did you hear anything I said to you?" The voice came from JR. I turned and saw the anger in his eyes. I stood there unwilling to speak. "I told you how much my father loved and missed my sister, its you. You're my sister, and you treat him like shit. What's wrong with you?"

"JR, you can't possibly understand."

"Your right. I can't possibly understand how you can be so self-fish, and not even give him a chance to tell you the truth. He didn't walk away from you Jenny, he loves you."

"Shut-up."

"Your always going to live in your white and black world, aren't you? You will never accept the fact that your mother stole you from this family." He turned and walked back towards the house leaving me there. To think about what he said.

Haley was the next to come outside. A sharp pain went through my stomach; I wrapped my arms around my belly and collapsed to the ground. I laid my head on the driveway. I felt no reason to live, I felt no power in my body to get up and face my problems, I wanted to lay here and let the world go on without me. Haley lay down next to me; she placed her soft, leathery hands on my face and wiped away my tears. I felt the tears from her eyes bounce off the ground and hit me on the face. She wanted to help, but I didn't want to let anyone in.

"Jenny…" She began.

"No, stop, I really don't want to hear it." I looked into her eyes, she saw my pain, and pulled me into her body and rocked me back and forth. "I can't move there. I just can't."

"Jenny…"

"Please don't make me." I pleaded, and she nodded her head yes. I didn't know how long I would be able to hold on to the fantasy that my father still wasn't in my life, but it would work for now. I pulled my eyes to the front door and I saw him standing there, standing there watching me. His eyes were filled with hope, hope that I would come around and accept him, but I was too angry. No angry was the wrong word. I was hurt, hurt that he never found me. Never tried to be a part of my life. I wanted and needed a father for so long, I never realized that now I didn't even want to know him.