A/N: Before I get boo-ed for not updating, let me just say that I'm blaming sucky exams, writer's block, forgetfulness, procrastination and an insane obsession with The Click Five on why I haven't updated. Oh, and shoes which give my feet bleeding sores. This is short but I'll explain at the bottom. And there's a certain reviewer who you should thank for getting me back into writing this. :3

P.S.

And does everybody not know that The Click Five are going to be in Malaysia in November? Or that Kyle Patrick is so 'effing hot plus cute? Who hear has heard Jenny and not thought it was so addictive to listen to?

Ok, fangirl obsession has ended. :D

I sat down on the soft, upholstered sofa in the corner of my bedroom. Jiha had told me to wait here, that I'd be meeting somebody very special.

"Your father." Father.

Jiha's words were chilling me to the bone.

Why was my father, of all people, here? Nothing made sense lately. As the minutes on the shining brass clock placed atop the bookshelf nearby ticked away, I felt myself slip away into another consciousness.

I was happily reliving my dance with James, unaware of the searing pain in my heart, when the doorknob started to turn.

Being blissfully cut off from the real world, I nearly lost my balance and fell of the sofa when the stranger from before swept in quietly, in a flurry of grace.

The stranger who resembled my father greatly. Almost twin-like, were it not for those crimson-blood eyes.

The same eyes which now held my glassy gaze.

The stranger was silent. He sat down beside me, never once taking his gaze off me, although I diverted mine to the clock's moving hands. My breathing stayed calm, but my heart was pounding.

"Calm down." Those were his first words.

"I won't hurt you, Suzette."

My eyes suddenly flew to his. I'm sure the look in them must have startled him, because he flinched backwards slightly. It was quick, but I caught it.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you know?" His voice really did make him sound confused.

"No, I don't." I crossed my arms defiantly. "I'd like to know whether what Jiha told me was true. Are you my father?"

He searched my eyes for something which I wasn't quite sure what was, before answering. "Yes, I am."

"You can't be!" My shriek rang out shrill and echoed around the room.

"My father is in England." I whispered feebly.

"I am your father, Suzette." He exhaled. "And it's a long story which your mother probably never told you about." He sat back against the sofa, with a sigh.

It was then, that I realized something extraordinary.

I hadn't seen my father in the longest time that I'd forgotten about how much he should have aged by now. In my mind, he still looked the same as when I was a little girl. But his hair should have grayed even more and wrinkles showing by now. Which would make this stranger into more of a younger version of my father. Impossible.

He started speaking, his voice warmer than I'd ever known a voice could be.

"Suzette, before I became…" He pointed towards his eyes. The crimson-red eyes of his. "…I was the man your mother loved. And I'm the reason you have your brown eyes." He jabbed a finger at my eyes. I backed away a bit. Something clicked in my mind. I disregarded the rest of what he'd just said momentarily.

"What do you mean by 'became'?"

His expression flickered into exasperation. "Do you mean that you have no idea about what I mean?"

I shook my head, sheepishly. His other words came back to me. If my mother had an affair with this man, it'd be obvious why my step-father never wanted to look at me. A whole lifetime of a lost childhood came flooding back to me.

I interrupted him before he could answer my previous question. "Why didn't you want me? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

I kept asking more questions.

"Why do you look so much like him? Why are you telling me this now?"

I could feel tears pricking my eyes. What was wrong with me now?

"Suzette. You must listen. I will tell you everything. But you must promise not to interrupt any longer." He was being stern. The way a father should be.

I nodded but this made a tear slip out. I noticed he looked almost jealous when he saw that. I didn't bother to wonder why.

And so, he told me. Everything.

I remember crying a few times, getting mad, and then, just feeling incredulous. But, by the end of it, he'd convinced me. And I was holding back an insufferable rage at him and my mother.

Don't worry. I just realized that things would be a lot simpler if I just wrote a chapter which flashes back about two decades into the past. So you can all read about what really happened, and I hope that clears up all the confusion. I think Suzette should be having a mental breakdown when she hears what happened so having her narrate is a no-no.

I'll try and have it done as soon as possible. Ta-ta.