Okay, this chapter was not how I originally planned, but I figured it didn't suck...

"You say don't act like a child

But what if its a father I need?"

Cece paid for her ticket before walking to the very back of the bus. She pushed some earphones into either ear and pulled her hood up, drawing the strings to keep it tightly in place. Her head fell against the dirty window of the bus as she pressed play on her iPod and put the volume up to maximum. Her eyes drifted closed with the music pulsing through her head; loud, soft, melodic.

She didn't have a plan so just sat there, trying not to cry as the bus pulled away from its stop in Chicago. All she knew was that she had to get to Indianapolis and on the way, pass Remington. They were each a desired destination.

She knew it seemed like she was running away from home – it was really the small backpack that contained a change of clothes and some money at her feet that made it look like that. Maybe she was running away, but her point of origin was far from what she'd call a home. That was why she was leaving, to try and find somewhere that would be a glimpse of hope.

Cece found the house relatively well considering it had been five years since her last visit.

The bus had taken her a little way, and since then got connectivng transport to the town of Remington and walked from the bus depot there. She had gotten lost twice, not remembering any of the street names, but it wasn't too bad. And now she was finally there.

The doorbell rang loudly, and Cece shuffled her feet underneath her, feeling nervous when she heard somebody shout that they'd be there in a minute. Maybe it was a bad idea her being there. Maybe she should head back to Chicago. Maybe she should never have come.

Just as she was ready to turn around and leave, the door flew open to show a bouncy brunette with most beautiful silver eyes she had ever seen. There was no denying that the girl before her was the girl she had come to see.

"Hayley?" Cece spoke softly, looking at the happy yet slightly confused girl who stood in the doorway. She looked different from the last time Cece had seen her because her eyes were alight, her face had more colour and she just looked healthier.

"Yes. Can I help you at all?" Hayley replied, unsure.

"You don't recognise me?" Cece asked. Hayley shook her head, and Cece felt sad for a split second.

"It... it is me... Cece." Still Hayley had no recognition of her. "Cecelia Jones. I visited you once with your cousin, Rocky..."

"Oh my GOD! Cece! You look so different! What are you doing here? Is Rocky with you? I didn't know you were both coming!" Hayley became very excited and didn't even notice Cece's face drop.

"Rocky... Rocky isn't here with me. We didn't both come, just me."

"What? Why?" Hayley's earlier look of confusion returned whilst Cece's stomach fluttered.

"Look, me and Rocky are going through some friend issues at the moment so...
"That isn't important right now. I'm not staying, anyway. I just came to say sorry. I know it is 5 years overdue but I have only just recently realised that I needed to apologise..." Cece stumbled slightly but kept going.

"What are you on ab-"

"When I first met you, you were broken. You were hurting because your dad... you dad hit you, and you didn't really know why at all. I remember you telling me and Rocky that you didn't tell anybody at first. You said it took you three years to tell your mum.

"At the time, I thought you were crazy! I thought you were weak and stupid for not telling anybody. I didn't understand how you could stay silent about something like that. I just couldn't see why or how you would do that. I get it now though.

"I want to say sorry for judging you. I didn't know your situation or what it felt like. I didn't realise how strong you were to be able to suffer for three years and then come out the other side. I didn't know what it was like to have to feel that way – persecuted by somebody you trusted. I didn't understand what it was like to hurt like that. So I am so sorry!" Cece finished, not realising she had let a couple of tears escape during her speech until a salty drop touched her lip.

Hayley looked very confused and kind of distraught. "Did you come all the way just to say sorry? Why? I don't need to be reminded of that. I hate myself for staying silent for so long! I don't need you pity now, either. I've put it behind me and moved on!"

"Look, I didn't mean to make you fe-"

"You know what, just leave! I'm sorry, but I can't talk about that any more, and I don't want to talk to you any more." Hayley turned, and closed the door on a spluttering Cece.

Cece heard him before she saw him. Her heart soared as the husky voice sounded, reminding of her childhood. He opened the door, and she couldn't help the content sigh that escaped her lips whilst a smile started to form on her lips.

"Can I help you?" The man with dark brown hair, the same colour as Flynn's, and the same hazel eyes as her opened the door.

"Dad?" Cece choked out. A look of recognition found its way to the man's eyes. Her father's eyes.

"Cecelia? Is that you? Oh my god! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, Dad!"

"Does your mother know you are here? She didn't want us to have contact and I want to respect her wishes." He told Cece. Her heart dropped slightly.

"Mum knows I'm here. I just needed to see you!" Cece told him, lying through her teeth. She just wanted to be with him so badly and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Look, Cece, you know I love seeing you here but I don't think it is a good idea. You should've rang or-" He was cut off by a child of about four approaching him, and calling his name of 'daddy'.

"You have a daughter?" Cece spat out. She had her father's dark hair and eyes but her other features were not as distinguishable.

"Robin, princess, this is Cecelia." Her father told the child as he picked her up.

"you used to call me princess..." Cece murmered slightly too loudly so that both family members in front of her could hear her.

"Who are she, daddy?" The girl in his arms asked.

"She is just somebody I know, sweetheart." Phillip replied softly to the girl he looked at so dearly.

"you were right. It was a mistake me being here! I'll go!" Cece turned away, fighting tears from her eyes.

"Cece, don't leave. I didn't..."

"I'll tell Flynn you say hi, yeah?" Cece choked on the words that were mixing with soft sobs, her back still turned to the man that helped create her.

"Tell him that. I miss him, you know. Is he okay? What does he look like? Does he suffer from dyslexia too?" He asked, suddenly extremely curious and Cece just felt the tears fall harder.

Cece looked at him one last time, her eyes blurry, her throat burning with the size of the lump in the back of as her cheeks burned hot from the water leaking from her eyes.

She then ran. She ran as hard as she could. Once back on a coach to the place she had originally ran from, she didn't stop crying all the way home.

"I've got flaws, I've got faults

So keep searching for your perfect heart"

Song - Scars - Allison Ireheta