Author's Note.

Now I know I am not suppose to write "Author's Notes" but this I feel is appropriate.

Saturday, January 6, 2007 my dad died.
He was 51.
I am 17.

Now I was in the process of writing Ch. 13 but then that happened.

I am trying to heal or whatever you call it.

SO.

Here is what I got so far.

Its not much but it's the least I could do.

I hope yall not too angry.

And I want to apologize for the wait.

I will do better.

LOVE ALWAYS.

Recap

"Hi. I am James and I am with the Georgia Morgue, I have a body I need you to come verify if it is your father or not."

Peyton dropped the phone and the world went silent and she went into slow motion.

"Miss Sawyer? Miss Sawyer…Are you there? Are you okay? Miss Sawyer?"

XXX

No. No her father could not be dead. It just wasn't possible, no questions asked. He was all she had. She had no mother anymore. Peyton she shouldn't have let him go on that last mission. But she was just so excited that it would be his last for a while that she didn't care.

An annoying chipper voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"Yes? Sorry," Peyton said in her strongest voice.

"What time will you be arriving miss Sawyer?"

"Later tonight; is that okay?" Peyton asked.

"Yes that will be fine. Goodbye."

"Bye…" Peyton said with no emotion and hung up.

That's when the tears came down.

PEYTON'S POV

You never think of your parents dying. You always think of them as these untouchable beings that don't know fear, stress, heartbreak, death… You look up to them and that's that. Never do they let you down. I always thought of my parents as strong and powerful. They would always solve all my problems and never think twice. But when my mother died my father began to grow weak and sad. Maybe that's why he took so many missions on sea, because it was easier not to see me. And I get that, I do, but it doesn't take away the fact that I raised myself, I went through puberty by myself, all by myself. So I guess in a way maybe I shouldn't feel so worried; but then again its human nature to feel guilty, to feel scared, to feel late. Your parents are the ones who tell you that it is okay that you broke the old china, they say its okay that you didn't do well on a test, as long as you tried your best its fine, and they are the ones who pick you up when others turn their cheeks. Where will I be without him?

XXX

It was past six o' clock and Haley was wondering where Peyton was. So she decided to call her cell. It rang and rang and no one answered. "God, where is she?"

Haley just decided to wait; maybe she forgot her phone and is driving over now.

Just then Nathan walked into the Café.

"Boyfriend!" She squeaked.

"Girlfriend…" Nathan said in a monotone.

"What's wrong?" Haley said as he took a seat at the counter.

"My parents are unstable psychopaths. That's all there is to say. There is no hope for them." Nathan said, and lowered his head on the countertop.

"Oh I am sorry. I don't know, maybe this whole therapy will help, eventually."

"Haley, can you see if you can get off early. I need to be with you. I really need to talk to someone." Nathan said, pleading with his eyes.

"Sure, hold on." Haley walked around back and returned moments later. "Lucas said he would cover for me. Let's go. But first can we stop by Peyton's house for a second. She was supposed to stop by the café about an hour ago with the flyers. I just want to make sure she is alright."

"Yeah, sure thing babe."

XXX

Driving down the road Peyton began to think maybe she should have called someone. Just to let them know. But then again she didn't want them all to feel sorry for pitiful little Peyton. She was so sick of everyone thinking that. She just wanted to move on. She wanted one day, one day, of pure happiness. No dying moms, no broken hearts, no false pregnancies. Nothing but pure happiness. But no, she couldn't even get that.

She felt her cell phone and decided to answer it. It was Haley.

"Hello Haley." Peyton said coolly.