Chapter 2

"Your Dad?" Paige nervously twirled a strand of hair between her fingers and walked towards the kitchen sink, staring into the window for a few minutes she sighed deeply. "He's playing a long game of hide and seek, and he's hiding somewhere where he we will never find him." the blonde looked over at her raven haired friend for support.

"Yeah, kind of like a long term vacation..." Alex nudged Chloe who looked a little distressed and sad. Biting her lower lip she jumped off the stool and walked over to Paige who went back to staring out the window, standing next to her she nudged her side. "Hey, are you okay?" she whispered.

"What?" Paige responded snapping out of her gaze, shaking her head she turned on the sink to wash her hands. "I'm fine, don't worry about it." she washed off her hands with a towel and walked over to her daughter who still said nothing. "What do you say we go to the park and get a big huge ice cream cone?"

"Yeah yeah!" Chloe squealed in excitement, she threw her hands up in the air and was immediately picked up by her, "I want the crayon ice cream!" her voice was filled with excitement, the good thing about being a child was that they never could stay sad that long if they got distracted.

"You're not okay..." Alex whispered to herself while she watched the two blondes interact with one another, turning her gaze towards the sink she turned off the faucet and shoved her hands in her jean pockets. "So, let us go to the park then?"

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"Momma! I wanna go on the swings." Chloe jumped out of her mom's arms once they arrived at the park and ran straight for the empty swings, Alex looked over at Paige who had seem distracted the whole walk to the park. "Marco!" the little blonde screamed flailing her arms wildly at him.

"Oh fancy seeing you guys here Chloe." He picked up the little blonde and placed her on the swings, he looked up and over at Paige and Alex who were talking quietly amongst themselves, well it looked more like Paige was thinking and Alex was trying to talk to her. "Hey you two go walk around, I'll watch Chloe again..."

"Push me Marco! Push me!" Chloe requested as she clung her small hands around the silver chains, looking up at the sky she watched as she got higher and higher. "I'm flying Marco! I'm flying!"

"Yes, like an angel." Marco said his voice shocked, he loved little kids and their big imaginations it made him feel young again and care free. He continued pushing Chloe on the swings while she continued laughing.

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"Come on..." Alex linked an arm with the dazed blonde and guided her to one of the park benches, sitting down she looked over at Paige who took a seat hesitantly next to her. "Paige what's going on? Don't lie and say nothing because I know you like the back of my hand."

"I..." The blonde responded quietly but stopped before she could say anything she looked away, and bit the bottom of her lip.

"Talk to me, please."

"Alex... I don't even know what to say." Biting her lip she turned to look over at her best friend, "I pushed away the memory of being raped awhile ago it took so much time, at the same time it will always be there because I see Chloe everyday and I try so hard not to remember that I had her due to Dean. I'm 17 I had big plans for my future and now they're gone..." She looked down at her finger tips and shook her head, "I'm a horrible parent, I don't even know what I'm doing half the time, for thinking thoughts like what my life would have been like if I possibly got an abortion or put up Chloe for adoption. Sometimes I regret everything... but at the same time...I don't regret giving her up, i don't regret anything." Paige rubbed her temples trying to sort out all of her feelings. "I'll never have a relationship, because I have a kid and guys wouldn't want that. I just need someone to hold me, because I can't do this on my own."

Alex looked at her overly stressed friend and wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and sighed deeply, she looked up at the sky trying to register everything that she said and trying to figure out what to say in return.

"Paige you're a teenager, you're 17, you aren't perfect. I look at my Mom and some of my friend's parents and you totally top them, you are a better mom than some adults, of course I know it wasn't exactly your choice to have sex in the first place...because you wouldn't have had it if you knew this was a consequence..." She looked down at Paige who nodded slowly, "You're also human, you think those type of things it's normal as long as you don't tell your kid that, but it's just a FEELING. 'cause I know that if Chloe were to disappear you'd freak out, you love that girl so much and she's going to be such a beautiful woman.. and i'll be here to see it because I'm here for you.." she placed her head on Paige's shoulder. "Always, and if there is anything you need i'll give it to you."

"Momma!" Chloe screamed waving her ice cream cone around, she ran over to them with ice cream all over her face and hands. Taking a few bites of her ice cream she gave her ice cream cone to Marco who was only a few steps behind with napkins in his hand. "Marco chasing me with napkins! He the napkin monster!"

"Oh no! Hide Chloe!" Paige declared as she grabbed Chloe and hid her between herself and Alex, laughing she kissed the top of her daughters head and looked over at Marco who dropped the napkins. "I was going to use those to wash off her hands."

"Aw, but mommy... I don't wanna..." Chloe whined loudly, giving her Mom the pout lip. Alex slowly took a napkin from the ground and wiped off one of the little blonde's fingers "Alex is a meanie." she whimpered.

"Aw, she's not mean she just doesn't want you to have sticky fingers." Paige slowly cleaned off the rest of her daughters fingers and hands, her daughter nodded slowly and leaned up against her and over at Marco.

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Dean sat in his yellow car watching the four people from a distance a smug grin on his face, he looked over at Chloe and noted that she must be his daughter which meant he needed to see her and visit her. Gripping his hands on the wheel he drove away thinking to himself.

So she likes park and ice cream, and I want my daughter to be mine.