Alright, so I want to thank everyone whom has reviewed! I love them all and I read every one of them at least twice! Thank you so much! So, it's been taking me longer and longer to write these because I'm in a lot of pain right now and I won't say from what but I may land up in the hospital for it, and I hate doctors, so I'm trying to keep my cool but every once in a while I have to stop and get rid of the pain before I can write again. Enough about me, Lets talk about this next chapter! Its the shortest one I have done yet but I hope I added enough of a cliff hanger to keep everyone guessing until the next chapter, which I have already started working on. There may be a few delays after the fourth and fifth chapter because I'm currently working on a separate project but as soon as I'm done I'll post an extra long chapter and a nice comedic one shot. And after I get better I'll post something extra special to celebrate me being in no more pain and therefore being able to write twice as much! Whoo hoo! So, here we go, Chapter 3 of You'll Always Be My Daddy, Pillows, Love Songs, and Delinquents. Enjoy!

"Daddy! Please, please, please don't make me do this! I'm your little girl, swear I will never do such a thing ever, ever, ever again!" Samantha pleaded at the top of her lungs, her knees to the floor, and her hands in a prayerful form.

Duncan's fatherly instinct was starting to diminish, maybe a second chance was worth it for his little girl, but then again, Courtney was always there when he started to feel soft.

"You are going to wear it whether you like it or not!" Courtney yelled, one hand grabbing the Pregnancy Pillow and the other grabbing her daughter's hand, forcing her up.

"Oooh, Samantha's getting her punishment! Haha!" Kyle teased as he peeked his head into the room.

"Kyle, go inhale some methanol." Samantha said as she tried to get out of her mother's grip.

"That's not very nice, nor does it make much sense." Kyle said as he walked into the room, awaiting what his sister will look like with a giant pillow on her stomach.

"Court, maybe we should give her one last shot to prove she's a good kid." Duncan began to feel bad for his daughter, whom was now giving him the puppy eyes he couldn't say no to.

"Duncan, this was your idea. You said this is how your parents stopped you from messing around."

"Yeah, but, it made me pretty miserable. My parents didn't give me much of second chance to begin with, maybe I would have turned out better if they had. I want different for my daughter." Duncan said as Samantha broke free from her mother and hugged him.

"Thank you so much daddy!"

"Wait wait wait... Dad, your parents strapped that thing to you when you were our age?" Kyle asked, pointing to him with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it." Duncan seemed to blush as he turned away.

"HAHA! That doesn't even make sense, why would your parents even think of doing that? You're a male, males don't get pregnant." Kyle continued to chuckle about it, crossing his arms and smiling widely.

"Shut it, Kye. They wanted me to feel bad for what would happen to the girls I was with. Lets just say it cleared up my record pretty dang fast. I never even touched another girl, and then I met your mom." Duncan's embarrassed frown quickly turned into a pervy smile as he looked over to Courtney.

"Aw, that's nice. Grandma and Grandpa aren't as crazy as we thought. They've actually got some heart." Kyle said with a cooing voice.

"Alright, come on, lets leave Sam alone for a while." Duncan said as he grabbed Courtney's hand and pushed Kyle aside as he walked out the door. Kyle didn't move for long, and he walked back in, quickly closing the door behind him.

"I know you met Cj today." Kyle got a silly smile upon his face, his eyes lowered and his freckles showing slightly upon his Hispanic skin.

"So...?" Sam sat on her bed, picking up a magazine and pretending to ignore her brother.

"Do you know who he is?" Kyle asked, walking closer to Sam's bed.

"He's a small boy with a big attitude. Big deal." Sam skimmed through the pages, trying to find something eye catching.

"I mean, who his parents are."

"Why are you always so obsessed with peoples parents? Soon as you found out Harold and Leshawna were Jasmine's parents you freaked out. Big deal if most of my friend's parents met on a show that was on years ago, it's not like they're famous anymore."

"Dad and mom had their first kiss on that show. I think that's a pretty big deal." Kyle came to sit on her bed, grabbing the magazine away from her.

"Yeah, dad also cheated on mom on that show. And now he doesn't even talk to the woman he cheated on her with anymore."

"Do you remember Sierra?"

"Look, I never got into seeing a show our parents were on years ago. I know that sort of thing is just the most amazing stuff that could ever happen to you, so that's fine by me. But don't get me involved with it."

"Well, Cj is Sierra's son. She died. Cj also has a eleven year old sister named Rachel, but his father remarried, and you'll never guess to who!"

"Seriously, Kyle. Get a girlfriend. Then bother her instead of me." Samantha grabbed Kyle's hand and dragged him out of her room, forcing him right out the door.

"Heather Collins! He married Heather the mean girl!" Kyle shouted before the door was slammed in his face. Now he was in the hallway, looking down. He was depressed, sure, he had the highest grade of anyone in his grade, he was school president, overall, he considered his life pretty good so far. But he was lonely. He had barely any friends, he couldn't really play sports, and he really just wanted someone to talk to, someone who'd listen to him, someone that he could spend the rest of his life with. He had a plan...

Samantha just sat in her room, looking up at the ceiling as she lay on her bed. Then, she began to hear singing outside her window. It sounded much like Danny's voice.

"I'd ride in your pocket all day, but I just don't fit, say the word and I'll change... I'm throwing a party tonight, I'll drink more, than a sailor I'm sure, poor the rum, in my eyes, tell me lies..." He sang. Samantha rushed to the window, and using all her strength opened it. Outside she saw non other than...

"Cj? Why are you singing Ludo outside in the middle of the night?" Samantha had noticed the lyrics immediately. It was her favorite songs by Ludo, Drunken Lament.

"It's my favorite song, by my favorite band, for my favorite girl." Cj said as he held his heart and tipped his head to the side, looking up into her violet eyes.

"Holy crap, is he seriously hitting on me?" Samantha thought as she tried to shake the fact off.

"Cj, go home! My dad is going to seriously murder me if he find's out a boy is here. Well, he might kill you first..." Samantha started thinking to herself, maybe her dad would just chase him around with a knife for a while, that might stop him from coming around here anymore.

"Cooody, where are you big brother?" A small voice called out to him.

"Rachel! Did you follow me here? Go back! Mom will flip if she finds out you're..."

"Out this late?" Heather said as she crossed her arms behind him. The woman's gray eyes focused on his dark blue ones, and he gave out a tiny shriek.

"Hea... hea hea hea..." He nervously squealed, shaking with fear.

"Get your butt home right this instant, young man!" Heather yelled, grabbing his ear and dragging him back to where they came.

"I will see you, ow, tomorrow, ow, my love! OW!" He yelled.

"Not if I can help it." Samantha said to herself as she went back inside and grabbed a suitcase from her closet. She packed up several articles of clothing, shirts, pants, panties, a bra, and one thing she had hidden from her parents for months now...

"I need more..." She said to herself as she looked at the almost empty container of tiny, round pills. Thanks to her adult look and figure, she was able to get them without her parents knowing. Danny, being two years older than her, had driven her to get them. He didn't expect she'd need them for anything more than just girl stuff, which is why he was so surprised that one night.

Samantha picked up her phone, and skimmed through her contacts, then hit the call button.

"I'm ready. Meet me outside."

All alone is the person that pushes away love. Happy is the one that welcomes it in.

"Come'ere, sweetheart..." Duncan said to his wife in bed as he laid kisses on her neck, trying to get something out of her tonight.

"I'm not in the mood, Dunky, leave me alone." Courtney said, her eyes intent on a book titled "What to do when your child starts getting interested in the opposite sex".

"Baby, come on. You deserve it, I deserve it..."

"Duncan, knock it off." Courtney soon pushed him away, but of course that wouldn't work for someone as stubborn as Duncan. He grabbed the book from her hands and flung it across the room, leaving a dent in the wall. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, then he rubbed her back as she arched up a bit.

"Mmm, Duncan, I hate when you do that."

"Love you too, baby." He continued to kiss her, and their passion filled the night.

Kyle had decided to take a nice night walk, considering he couldn't sleep in his bed for a good three hours, due to his "Incredibly in love" parents. He wanted a love like that, a love that would last him forever, and every day he'd feel like he loved the girl more and more.

"A love like that is hard to find." He said to himself, pulling his coat closer to his skin and continuing to walk along the sidewalk.

"I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU NEVER CAME INTO MY LIFE!" He heard a woman's voice scream in the distance.

"YOU'RE NOT EXACTLY THE BEST TO BE AROUND EITHER!" A man screamed after her, still in the distance. The voices didn't sound very familiar, the man's was extremely gruff though, and the woman had a slight Hispanic accent.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME, GET AWAY!" The woman yelled. Kyle became concerned, and ran to the direction of the shouting.

"AARGH! GET OFF OF ME!" The shouting became louder, and more severe. Kyle picked up his pace until...

'BANG!'

He hit the ground. His eyes wide open, he could see his vision fading out to black, until he could only hear things.

"Elliot! You monster!" The girl yelled as she ran to Kyle's side, her Hispanic skin bruised from the beating the man gave her.

"Hey, man... can you hear me? Stay with me, buddy, come on." The girl placed his head into her lap and patted his chest and his face lightly.

"Ari, come on. Don't waste your time with this bag of crap."

"You leave us alone! I'm done with your abusing, and now you're torturing other people too. Leave, Elliot." She shot a stern glare to him as cop cars pulled up to the scene. Several men pointing their guns at the boy.

"Elliot McLean, we have you surrounded! Now, drop the weapon and put your hands over your head!"

"Screw you, you son of a..."

Oh to time indefinite we will be, in each others arms, happily.

Oh wow, this is my shortest chapter ever, I feel really bad, but hey, Imma try to have this fourth chapter up quick as I can, and it's gonna have as many surprises as I can simply add!

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