CHAPTER THREE

It's been about a week since I met Tate, and he's all that I can think about. There is something about him that really intrigues me, and it made me want to see him again.

My father would be coming home today, and I didn't have a good feeling about that at all. Moira suggested that I try to get along with him since he's the only family I have in California, since that bastard moved my mom and me away from New York. I heard a car pull up and I knew it was him, but I heard two car doors shut.

He came through the door followed by a blonde haired woman who looked at least 10 years younger than him. She was hanging on his arm, I immediately did not like this woman. I just stared at him with a look of disbelief, and glared at him as well. He didn't seem to notice any of this.

"Lily I would like you to meet Jennifer. She and I work together." He explained not paying too much attention to me, but that was nothing new.

"Yeah father I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. You really moved on from mom fast. It's been less than a month since she killed herself because of you." At this point I didn't care what I said because my hate for this man was too strong to contain. How could he do all of this and not feel an ounce of guilt for the pain that he had caused my mom?

"You need to shut up, Jennifer is only staying here for a few weeks. Her apartment is in the process of being renovated. I can assure you that we aren't together." This man has got to be kidding me. He is fooling no one.

I gave him a look of disgust and turned to go up to my room.

"Where do you think you're going?" My father asked sternly.

"Away from you and your slut." He didn't need any other explanation nor did he deserve one. I ran up to my room so I wouldn't have to listen to him yell at me for saying that. He has to know I hate him by now. I wished there was a way for me to get away from all of this.

Later that night, when I was sure that my father and his slut were asleep, I quietly made my way downstairs. I turned the kitchen light on dim so that I wouldn't wake anyone up, even though I could care less if I did and it wasn't like they could see the light from my dad's room. I hadn't eaten dinner because I didn't feel like facing my father, so I grabbed something small to eat and sat at the counter eating it.

It was silent for a while until someone or something startled me, "Wow your dad is just like Ben Harmon." A familiar voice said from beside me. Hayden was sitting at the chair beside mine.

"Yeah he is. I blame him for my mother's death." I said taking another bite of my food, "Anyway Moira told me what happened to you."

Hayden looked a bit disgusted at the mention of Moira, "Eww, I hate that bitch."

Ignoring that I continued on, "Tell me something. Did Ben Harmon kill you?"

"Actually no he didn't, his stupid friend Larry did. I was convinced he was going to, since that bastard got me pregnant and I wanted to keep the baby." That relieved my fears a little bit, "But that still doesn't mean that he wasn't dangerous. He was a heartless psychiatrist and husband. He cheated on his wife and got her pregnant as well, then sent her to a god damn institution. Also he almost had an affair with Moira."

"Eww, but she's old!"

"Men see her as a young and hot maid, and women see her as she is." Hayden explained.

"This house is messed up." This house was seriously starting to freak me out.

Hayden looked behind us, "I have to go, your fathers little play thing is awake." The she quickly vanished.

I didn't have time to flee before Jennifer walked into the kitchen wearing next to nothing.

"Oh Lily, right?" God I did not have the patience to deal with the dumb blonde. Her voice alone made me want to punch her.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes." I didn't even look up at her, I just looked down at my half eaten sandwich.

"Your dad said you're an ungrateful bitch, and god is he right. The way you talked to him earlier was really rude." I really didn't want to this bitch teach me life lessons.

"I don't really care, he is no father to me." This was something I had felt way before we moved to California but it was a lot stronger now. He has never been a good father, and these last few months only prove to deepen that theory.

"After all he has done for you? He's been through a lot, being stuck with your whore of a mother for 18 years, all because of you."

What is she even saying? Now she was spouting bullshit to piss me off, and I was having trouble restraining myself from slapping this bitch across the face.

I also tempted to yell at her but I processed what she just said to me, "What the hell does that mean?"

She laughed, well more like cackled like an old witch "It means you were a mistake, you were never supposed to happen. Your mother was a whore who got around and she lied so your father would get her pregnant." She practically spat out.

"You're lying." My mother was not like that, never.

"Nope, and she did it again with your sister." How does she know about my sister?

"You should just ask your mother. Oh wait, you can't because she's dead."

That is when I finally snapped at this vile woman and slapped her. I glared at her before I walked around her and walked back up to my room, leaving my half eaten sandwich on the counter.