Courtney's POV

I stayed silent. Praying to god that anyone would start, as long as it wasn't me. Why should I start? Ugh! I hope that this is over with soon.

I look from my parents to Duncan. Oh, poor Duncan. He is so nervous. I would know because his eyes are just wandering all over the place, from the couch to the window. Or did he always do that? I wouldn't know the only place his eyes usually look are either my boobs or butt. Which thank god he is not looking at that now, because if so my dad would have killed him.

"So..." my father starts. Everyones eyes turn to him. He looks at all of us with a confused expression, "What?"

"Do you mind if I ask what's wrong? I'm kind of confused..." Duncan mumbles. My parents turn their heads toward him. They probably forgot he was even in the room.

"Why don't you tell him?" I gesture to my parents. "Seeing as you started it."

"Courtney..." my mother sighs.

"Tell him." I get out through gritted teeth.

"Fine, have it your way... At the beginning of freshman year, me and Courtney's father had to leave her alone for business reasons. We couldn't visit her due to our hectic scheduele. So we gave her a therapist to watch over her. But when she meet you we saw how- happy, she was so we took the therapist away. But we decided to give him back after you and Courtney broke up. We didn't think you guys would get back together after what had happened, but you guys did!" My mother finishes off with a smile.

I give her an irritated look, "That's not why I'm mad. Tell him the rest..."

"We were scared that she would committ suicide. We know Courtney-."

"You thought you knew me." I corrected.

"Well we thought we knew Courtney, so we took away all the blades in the house and the rope and hoped that she wouldn't do anything stupid."

"Why did you think she would do such a thing?" Duncan asks.

"Because Courtney is very dramatic, she gets it from her mother!" my father says. My mother couldn't help but roll her eyes. I hate how much I'm like her.

"I'm mad at you, because you thought I was suicidal! Because you left me for three years of my life and come back only when my boyfriend cheats on me! And then you leave yet again!" I shout.

"You weren't complaining earlier when we were back." My mother fires back.

"I was depressed! I was too busy about complaining about other things. My parents are the least of my worries!"

"Well the important thing is that we are back now." My father tries to calm us all down, he had put his arm around mom and rubbed small circles in her shoulder while duncan had put his hand lightly on my knee. Not on my thigh, he was avoiding that place like a little kid avoids the deep end of the pool at a pool party. "We were hoping that you would let us have a more... Motherly/Fatherly relationship with you. Let us come back in your life. We want to get to know you better and be able to be around you. We both hate how distant you are."

"Maybe you shouldn't have left. Even when I was younger I was basically raised by Amma." I say.

"We were stupid for not being in your life more. But we want that to change. Starting now..." My father finishes. Both my parents look at me intently. Waiting for my decision. I can feel Duncan's stare too. But I didn't know what to say.

They have never really been there. Never showed up for any school plays or recitals. The only time they paid attention to me was when- well never. They were too caught up in their jobs. I'll admit that it was nice to think that I would finally have the parents that were there for me and that I would see them at my graduation smiling proudly as I accept my diploma but... Could I possibly forgive them for everything they have done?

I guess I was going to have to pull a Duncan and go with the flow. I would never know how this would work out if I said no.

"Fine, but we have to make some rules. The first thing you should know about me if you want to actually have a relationship with me is that I love rules. " I say.

"It's true. She does." Duncan chuckles.

"Anything you want, Angel." My father replies.

"If we are going to get to know each other better we have to start living together. So I want you guys to move in. We have to have family dinners, mostly because the rare times we've had them I actually had fun. Another rule is that Duncan can stay/come over anytime he wants. We also have to have movie nights, I've always wanted a movie night. Umm... I want you to be at my graduation. And other than that I really don't want anything else. Do we have that clear?"

"Of course!" My father smiles. "We actually kind of already moved in when you were out at school."

"What?" I gasp.

"Anyways, family dinners and movie nights sound great." My father continues.

"Of course."

"And Duncan you are allowed to come over anytime you like. You seem like a good boy, as long as you don't hurt my daughter again." My father scolds Duncan.

"Of course, sir." Duncan responds. I almost wanted to laugh at how serious he was.

"It is going to be nice getting to know you." My father smirks.

I look over at my mom, waiting for what she would say.

She gave me one last glance before she said throught tear-filled eyes, "Let's become a family again."

"Alright... After I get out of these clothes. I need to get into some sweats." I say before getting up and going to my room to change.

*The next day*

Last night was pretty fun. Duncan had stayed the night and we all had dinner. Pizza, thanks to Duncan's suggestion, and we all sat in the living room and watched "The Walking Dead".

My life was some what coming into place, lets just hope it'll just get better.