A/n: Disclaiming that I own nothing of the Clique nor the characters. Idea again from the book, "Hate List".

I know it has been months since I last updated, but I have been extremely busy with school and work. I want take a moment to say to those who were victimized on Friday, I am so incredibly sorry that such a tragedy had taken place. Prayers go out to the families who were directly affected with the tragedy. Also I hope this brings more awareness to Mental Illness and hopefully one day we will be able to understand it better.

xoxo,

Haley.

My dad wasn't home when I finally had come home. It was a week later after our fight that I had decided, I had over-welcomed my stay at the Harrington's house. My mom had given me the story of how my father was away on business, but we both knew he was in town playing "house" with his mistress. My mom didn't admit to telling the Harrington's to lie to my father about where I was. She would never say, what really happened that night, not that it had really mattered because my father didn't care where I was.

Here is the thing about my father, he only cares about his social-status in life. He only keeps my mom around because of this reason otherwise he would have divorced her a long time ago without a doubt in my mind. Mom still believes that he can change, and become the husband she always wanted him to be. Our family wasn't always like this, and I miss the times when I thought of my dad as Superman and my mom was Supermom.

"Massie, your father will be home in ten minutes and he wants to speak to you about everything that has happened." My mother said, as she handed me, my breakfast to eat.

Our house maid rarely did any of the cooking nowadays, because since my mom hasn't had a job she needed to find something to keep her busy. I think it helps about not thinking where my father really is as well.

"He finally decides after a whole week of being away that it is time to be a father again." I mumbled to myself. I hate thinking of how my father always gets his way around this house. He doesn't deserve to have my mom and I in his life, yet we are still in his life because he pays the bills.

My mom walked out of the kitchen; leaving me alone to my thoughts and to eat my breakfast in peace. Our kitchen isn't anything like the Harrington's kitchen; ours is black and white with granite top counters, marbled floors, and island, and appliances. Now the Harrington's kitchen is red and black, granite top counters, dark wooden floors, has an island, and supplied with the best candy and appliances around. Our house looks like the ones you would find in the magazine, the ones that try to be "homey" but never quite achieves that feeling of being someone's real home.

After I had finished my cinnamon french toast; I heard the front door knob rattle and I knew my father had finally made it home. I remember when I was little and I would rush into his arms as soon as I saw the car lights pull into the drive from the front window, but now I am grown and time has changed.

My father made his way to the kitchen; he is wearing an all black Armani suit and a purple Armani tie, his hair is combed perfectly and his blue eyes are look as though they had been crying. His mistress must have threatened to leave him, if he didn't divorce my mom because he never would use his tears on his real family. We are not good enough for that kind of gesture, and it also explains why he is home so early.

"Massie, we need to talk about what happened last year as a family." My father said calmly as he took a step towards me, and I spotted my mom leaning against the wall in the doorway of the kitchen. She had fixed her hair into a high-pony, and changed into a grey Ella Moss dress paired with black Gucci heels.

"Why do you suddenly have an interest in my life now? Answer my question and I will tell you what happened." I said flatly holding onto the little ground I had. He motioned for us to sit down at the table, and we all took a seat. I choose to sit next to my mom while my father sat directly across us.

"I know that I haven't been a good father lately, but I have always cared for you. I couldn't deal with the pain of knowing I almost lost my only baby girl to that monster, so I choose not to acknowledge the events instead I shut out my own family." My father confessed to my astonishment, but he never did say that he was sorry.

"I wrote your name on that list, because you had single-handedly destroyed my life. You made my mom feel as though she was an ugly duckling, and you never were home to help me get through the hard times. You stopped being my dad the day you choose her over your own family." I told him the truth of why his name even crossed my mind to put on our "hate" list. I caught him cheating and I saw my mother wither away, because of what he was doing to her and to me.

"Massie, your mother has decided that it is best that we separate for your own sake." My father said flatly as he pressed his head into his palms. Now, I know why he was crying, because my mother finally couldn't take it anymore. He is losing the family, he never thought he would say goodbye to.

"You said that you were scared of losing your only baby girl, because of Landon. Well you lost me the day you choose that dreadful woman over my own mother." I stabbed coldly as I placed my icy glare on his eyes. He looked up to see what I had to say, but was disappointed to hear the truth.

"Massie, I didn't ever want her to get in the way of our family, but your mother doesn't want me," My father practically cried. This is the only time I have ever seen him so vulnerable, but I won't fall for one of his acts.

Apparently neither will my mother, because she hasn't budge an inch with her decision. Maybe she is tougher than I had ever thought. "Will you ever forgive me?"

"Will you ever forgive me, dad? I never killed any of those kids; I was a victim too, but you act as though I pulled the trigger."

"Maybe in time, I will but right now I can't. Massie, I can't forgive you because you were apart of it; you wrote my name on that list. You may have not pulled the actual trigger, but you helped write a tragedy." My father said coldly, as he stood up for the table heading towards the front door to vanish from my life forever. However, my mother caught his arm, before he could make a run for it.

"Don' t you dare speak to my daughter that way. You have done nothing to help her recover, instead you go around screwing all the girls that lineup outside of your office. You are lousy husband and you are an even worse husband. To even think that I held on so long to a high school love is beyond me," My mom paused, but her grip had become tighter as my father tried feasibly to yank his arm out of her death grip.

My mom just might be a true heroine underneath her mask. "If you even so dare try to get rights of my daughter or try to get any sort of visitation; I will not hesitate to torch you and your "prestigious" status to the very Hell you live in."

My father nodded his head understanding the consequences, and with that non-verbal communication my mother let him walk out of our lives. My mother had finally stood up and defiled my father, but now I wonder how long has she been playing this? She must have had a plan, because my father seemed to give in too easily.

"Why did he walkaway so easily?" I asked her out of pure curiosity.

"He walked away so easily, because he knows that he doesn't stand a chance to fix his mistakes. I made him realize that after all of these years, I had always had the upper-hand. He tried everything to mend our relationship, but I didn't want it. I realized he had changed, and the man I loved and the man you loved was nothing but a memory." My mother said mysteriously, as she pulled me into a hug. I let out a breath that I didn't realize, I was holding in.

"Thank you." My words were short, but full of meaning.

I was forever grateful, for what she had just done. She had vanished away the monster, like she always had when I was younger. Now, I can finally call her my mom again, because she acted like the old mom, I knew and loved today. As far as I'm concerned my father is dead to me.

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