"Yah well at least I still have a father

"Yah well at least I still have a father!"

I froze mid sentence and turned towards him shocked. Tyler was now holding back Caleb. If looks could kill Reid would have been the first to go. I looked back at Reid; he was smiling and a bit freaked out over what he had just said. I was utterly confused.

"What are you talking about?

No one answered, Reid's smile immediately vanished.

"You didn't tell her?

"Shut up Reid!"

"You are telling me that she doesn't know?"

"I don't know what? Caleb what's going on?"

I walked over to him,

"Caleb look at me! What's he talking about?"

"He's dead Carol."

I turned my head in Reid's direction.

"Excuse me?"

"I said he is dead, he died a month ago?

I walked up to him and slapped him across the face.

"You're lying! Caleb tell him he's lying!"

"Carol…"

"No don't Carol me, you're a liar, you're all liars!"

I couldn't hold in the tears any longer. I started to cry, the boys tried to comfort me, but I just pushed them away and ran for the door. Crying was a sign of weakness and Daddy always said princesses were not weak. I ran down the steps of the bar, falling to the ground

"Carol wait, I'm sorry!"

"Get away, you're a liar! I hate you!"

"Please Carol listen to me!"

I was to confused and angry to listen. The tears had stopped; I needed to get out of there.

"No, you're lying!"

I got into Lucy and started her engine. I sped out of the parking lot, not bothering to listen to Reid's pleas to wait. I drove straight home. I needed to get to the bottom of this mess, these lies. My father can not be dead; I don't believe a word any of them are saying! I jumped out of Lucy and ran for the doors.

"Mother! Where are you?"

I was yelling. I really didn't give a shit who heard me.

"Mother!"

"What is it Carol?"

"Tell me Reid was lying! Tell me my father's not dead!"

She began to walk towards me,

"Don't you dare touch me!"

"Carol! Quiet we have guests."

"Fuck guests! I want my father now!"

"Carol, stop it."

She forcibly grabbed my arm and took me into my fathers study. I pulled out of her grasp and rubbed what would be a bruise tomorrow morning.

"I didn't tell you because I knew that you would have never come home. I told you your father was ill because I needed you to come back to sign some papers."

"You selfish bitch! My father dies and you don't have the decency to call your daughter when you know his health was in danger. He was ill and probably asking for me what did you say mom? tell me?"

"That doesn't matter anymore. I may be a bitch Carol, but it got you back here did it not?"

"On false pretences. I thought my father was alive! What are these papers?"

"Your dear old father had decided to leave everything to you and your brother. Now all you have to do is sign right here and everything will be restored to its rightful heir."

I slapped her across the face not caring anymore that she was my mother.

"You bitch! You don't deserve any thing that belonged to my father, you never loved him. You were sleeping with the fucking pool boy!"

She slapped me with so much force that I fell to the floor. I got back up on my feet and looked her directly in the eyes.

"I will never sign these papers. You deserve to rote in hell."

I stormed out of the office and threw open the large white doors of the house. I didn't bother with my truck I just wanted to run. I needed to feel the wind in my face; I needed the adrenaline my body was feeling, as if I was loosing control. I ran as fast as my legs could take me, I never wanted to step foot into that demon house again. I hate that woman I no longer have a father or a mother. I've lived on my own for this long I can continue doing so. I was out of breath; my legs could not go any further.

As I began to slow down I noticed that I was in someone's back yard. It was beautiful; they must have paid their gardener quite well. There was a pool in the center with its very own waterfall. The arrangements of plants and flowers were gorgeous, nothing was arithmetically placed, and everything was all over the place, but had its own home and looked comfortable not so much forced like my old house. I walked over to the oddly shaped pool and sat on its edge. My feet dangled in the water; not to hot not to cold, it felt just right.

I had this need to feel relaxed; I looked over my shoulder to make sure all of the lights in the house were off. It looked as if no one was home. I stood up and stripped into my underwear; I took a step closer to the edge of the pool and dived into it. I stood at the bottom of the pool thinking of my non-existent family. I quickly began to lose the breath that I was holding. I swam to the surface and splashed out of the water, breathing heavily. I rested my arms over the edge of the pool just looking around at the scenery.

I wonder whose house this is. It wasn't like any of the mansions my friends and I owned. It's a cute, semi big house that is sure to be family cozy. Sure it was probably built for six people, but at least it wasn't built for twenty. I started doing laps, different strokes, back in high school; I swam for my school team. I was first in my division four years in a row. The water helped keep me calm. Whenever I swam everything would be forgotten.

"What are you doing in my pool?"

I immediately stopped swimming; I refused to look at the voice behind me due to the fact that we both weren't on the best of speaking terms at the moment.

"You live here?"

"I own here, not get out of my pool."