I'm not sure how long I'm sitting on the floor, staring off into space with my mind completely blank. However I'm suddenly being zoned back into reality when a dark shape steps into my view of the wall. "Rebel? What are you doing on the floor?" Stanley asks; a look of concern on his face.

I find myself giggling at his blurry features.

"What's so funny?" He asks, with a frown.

"Hahahahahaha," I can't seem to contain the bubbly relief welling up inside of me.

"Where's Ophelia?" Stanley presses, leaving the bathroom.

He rushes back in panicking. "Rebel! Where's Ophelia?"

"How should I know?" I ask, catching my breath. "She's long gone."

The look of pain I see cross Stanley's face dulls my light and airy feeling.

He quickly kneels down in front of me, clutching my shoulders in a tight grip. "What happened?"

I watch as he takes in the long gashes from clawing at my arms, my eyes still burn… I probably still look like crap to him.

"Where's our daughter, Rebel?" Stanley grits out. I feel his nails sink deep into my shoulders, causing me to flinch.

"She isn't only our daughter," I say hoarsely.

Stanley's face pales and he leans back, burying his face in his hands. "Rebel!"

"She isn't!" I say, "Not by blood. She is also Light's child. And I guess, technically she's Andie's kid too."

Stanley stares into my eyes with a look of anger, panic and shock.

"Did Light steal Ophelia?" he asks quietly.

Hanging my head lower, I twiddle with my thumbs. "He didn't exactly steal her. I might have traded her."

Stanley's breathing quickens and he stares at me for a long time. "Did I hear you correctly?" he asks in a chillingly calm voice.

"Yes…"

"For what?"

"What?"

"What did you trade my daughter for, Rebel?" he says raising his voice.

"D- Well I don't k-know, what it is…"

Stanley raises an eyebrow and looks around, spotting the empty syringe, with traces of the green liquid dripping off the tip.

"DRUGS? You sold, my daughter, for drugs?!"

I've never in my life seen Stanley so angry. And angry at me, for that matter.

Tears start to form in my eyes. I'm half expecting his expression to soften, and for him to apologize and tell me it will be ok.

But he doesn't do that.

"Get up!" He screeches, yanking me up off the floor. I stumble backwards into the sink before regaining my balance.

"You don't seem the slightest bit upset about this!"

I look to the ground, avoiding his eyes.

"What, you aren't going to answer me now? You fucking sell out our daughter to get your next fix? What did you hate her or something?" he seethes.

"She didn't like me anyways!" I shout. Immediately I cover my mouth with my hands, wishing the words would come back to me.

"Are you trying to blame this on her? You were gone for five years! Her entire life you weren't there! God, you know since we're being honest, can I just say that I've been sick of you and your attitude. You think everyone will bend over backwards to make you happy and we don't have to do shit for you! This isn't some game. You can't expect everything to be happy go lucky like nothing ever happened."

"I took five fucking years of torture for you! I died because I cared about L and Matt and Mello and Beyond and Eddie and Sebastian and even Rollins at the time. I deserve some sort of feedback!"

"You want a medal? A trophy for sacrificing yourself? How about the reward of a daughter. But wait! You traded her for drugs!"

It's a screaming match. Stanley's face is full scale red with veins popping out of his forehead.

"I just wanted everyone to be happy!" I shriek.

"Things were getting back to normal without you!" he replies.

"Are you saying you don't need me? I can leave…."

"Good God, there you go again with the guilt trip. I'm not going to try to please you anymore, Rebel. This is it! I'm getting my daughter back without you. And when I do, I don't expect to see you in the picture."

I scratch at my arms, causing more sores to open. "My daughter needs me!"

"That's not what you said a while ago! Pull your act together. Go find your next fix, I don't freaking care anymore. Just get out and don't come back."

Breathing through my nose, I quickly turn and run out the door, making sure to slam it as hard as I can behind me.

Yes everyone I am still alive. I've been super busy with class and junk and everything but found time to write a chapter so you guys don't forget about me! Comment and all that good stuff. Love you!