"So...you want me to believe that Jackson is a vampire."

"No, we need you to believe that Jackson is a vampire." Yaya stated matter-of-factly, her hands folded on the table. I knitted my eyebrows together, scanning her face for a flicker of humor, just the slightest betrayal in her facade. But I found nothing. For the past hour and a half, Yaya, Adam, Sam Uley, Embry Call, Seth Clearwater, Leah Clearwater, Jared Thail, Kim, and Emily had been trying to convince me that not only was Jackson a vampire, but that I, Haley Purser, just happened to be his favorite flavor of blood. Paul had been sitting silently in the corner ever since he'd peeled himself off of me in the bedroom. Adam hadn't been too happy about that, if you hadn't guessed already.

"Alright," I laughed, sitting back in my chair. "You've got to be kidding me."

Paul snorted lightly in the corner, his lips turning up for a split second. You say that a lot. His words echoed in my mind. I lowered my eyes. I had to stop.

"Honey you have to believe us."Yaya pleaded, staring at me wide eyed. A weight dropped onto my chest.

"Ya...I want to believe you. I want to believe you so bad," I reasoned honestly, taking one of her hands in mine. "But you don't have to lie to me okay? If you wanted me to stay away from him you could just say so."

"Right, because that worked so well the first time." Kim grumbled. I kicked her chair.

"I never said it would work, I'm just saying it's better than lying to me. I mean vampires? Come on, you can't be serious."

"You don't understand just how serious we ARE." Sam boomed. Paul shot him a look.

"You don't need to yell at her." he growled.

"You're one to talk." Kim hissed. I sighed and put my head on my forearms. This was too much for me.

"We didn't want to have to this." Emily said loudly, standing to her feet. I looked up at her. Yaya stood as well.

"But seeing as you won't listen to anyone of us," Sam continued. "It was the only option we had left."

"What was the only option we had left?" I asked warily, eying them.

And then I heard it. Boots thudding against Yaya's wooden floors. The rustle of a leather hunting jacket as long, thick arms swayed against it. I could smell him before I saw him, a mixture of pine and gasoline. I let a breath out shakily as the footsteps came closer. The memory of his face flashed before my eyes, tawny brown skin, deep set dark brown eyes and wild, wild curly hair.

"What was the only option we had left?!" I pressed, staring at all of them, my eyes pleading that this was all just a nightmare.

"I was."

I froze, my eyes growing wide before slowly I looked over my shoulder, my eyebrows knitting together in despair. God, no. I turned to look at him, grabbing the back of my chair with one hand. All the air flew from my lungs at once.

"Dad?"

Sorry it was such a short chapter! Just wanted to say that all reviews are helpful, so don't feel like they're not! :) I know it was very short, but I wanted it to look like one scene instead of multiple ones so that you all could seriously feel the weight that Haley's feeling on her chest. Even though if the conversation only lasts a few minutes, her Dad has such a heavy impact on her that his appearance seems to take up an entire event. She had a very odd relationship with her Father...hmm, I wonder why, don't you? ;)