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This is an extremely short one. I'm having writers block! Please do me a huge favour and review and let me know what you'd like to see, and hopefully I'll get some inspiration from that and be able to improve in the coming chapters! Anyways, hope you like it!

Kanye West ft. Chris Martin – Homecoming

November 2002
Alex: 14
Jay: 15

He was a fully grown man; 38 years of age, but he couldn't fulfill a task as simple as approaching a front door and knocking on it, await the response and make amends for eleven years of neglect. As he approached, he felt more and more queasy. This was it. A few more minutes and he'd be at the gates of the trailer park. Middle row, fourth from the back.

Alex had got up early that morning. After the stuff with Paige and Jay the night before, she had a hard time focusing on sleeping not thinking. She heard her mom stumbling in at 2am, but no sign of Chad. She contemplated getting out of bed and going to see her mom, but she decided against it, and rightfully so. She lead awake in bed listening to her mom talking to herself. Discussing, arguing, shouting. Finally, she went into her and Chad's bedroom and fell silent as soon as her head hit the pillow. After this, Alex knew she'd have to go out and make sure the front door was locked. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and her heart lurched in paranoia as she floorboards creaked ominously. Sure enough, her mom had left the front door unlocked. She looked through the window in the door out down the aisle between her row and the row across the 'street'. There was one streetlight illuminating the way, but the long shadows cast eerie darkness. She shuddered and stepped away from the door, maintaining that it was definitely locked.

She awoke again at 6am and got up straight away this time. As she paced the hallway, she saw through the ajar door that Chad wasn't back yet. Her mom was still wearing the clothes she'd left the house in the night before, except her make up was smeared all over her face. A bottle of vodka, lidless, teetering on the edge of the end table was threatening to tip over and smash. She shut the door softly and headed down the hall. She collapsed onto the couch with the intention of resting her eyes for just a moment. The next thing she knew she was being awakened by a knocking at the door. At first, she had to take a second to readjust to where she was. First thoughts we that it was Chad. But he wouldn't knock so politely. Hell, he wouldn't even knock. He'd be hammering on the glass, or breaking down the locked door to get in. She jumped off the couch and approached the door with caution.

"Christopher?" Her mom's voice behind her shattered the silence. Alex leaped out of her skin as she heard her mom's voice. This mystery man was evidently not so much of a mystery. To her mom at least. The next part was identifying him. But Alex couldn't quite put her finger on it. He was dressed way too smart to be someone that her mom had 'hooked up' with on the side. They seemed to know each other too well to be any form of authority figure. Although having said that...

"Chris?" Emily uttered again in shock.

"Emily..."

"Mom?"

"Alex?"

"Lexi?" It didn't sound right hearing that name not coming from Jay.

"Whoa! Whoa, what the hell is going on here mom?" Alex put her foot down. This was too weird.

"Alex? Invite out guest in." Emily prompted.

Alex looked to the man stood in the door, then back to her mom, and threw her a look that said 'do it your-freakin'-self.'

Emily sighed loudly and shoved past her daughter rudely. "Come in." She ushered this man in and shut the door, being sure to lock it again behind him.

She sat him down on the sofa, but Alex felt wary. She stayed stood by the door with her arms folded, despite her mom's orders to come and sit down. "Lex, sit down. Please."

Huffing aggrevatedly, Alex gave up and sat cross-legged on the floor around the low coffee table. She kept her head down and refused to make eye contact with the man or her mom. She was beginning to realize in her head what this set up was.

"Alex?" The man spoke her name, but she was too stubborn to look at him. "Alex?"

"Lex, look at our guest when he's speaking to you."

Reluctantly, Alex lifted her head, but stared so contently that her eyes went blurry and she couldn't really see.

"Shall I tell her, Chris?"

He nodded.

"Lexi, baby?" Alex wasn't sure where that BS came from. "This is your dad."

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