Jenna's POV

I plop down on a couch in the lobby after buying a water bottle from a vending machine. I shoot into my French assignment hoping to pass the time quickly, but I realize the sooner time passes, the sooner I have to deal with Mark. "Hiding?" I glance up and see Mathew standing nearby.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because if I had to work on class work, I wouldn't want to do it in the lobby," He says as he glances at his phone. "I'm on my lunch break; you want to come get food with me?"

"Sure," I say picking up my book and following Mathew to the cafeteria.

I spent the rest of the day hanging with Matthew, so I didn't have to talk to Mark which I was grateful for. At six o'clock, Matthew left saying he would text me so that we could hopeful hang out some more before I start at Seattle Prep. After sitting working on homework for a while, I see Mark talking with Callie across the lobby. As I start to walk towards them, I can start to hear their conversation.

"I don't understand though."

"I think there might be more going on then they told you."

"I'm just worried about her right now."

"Mark…" Callie said once she saw me. He spun around and he visible relaxed once he saw me.

"There you are." He says, his eyes still looking worried.

"Here I am. Can we go?" I ask, still mad at him.

"Yeah sure. Bye Callie."

"Bye Mark. Bye Jenna."

"Bye." The walk to the car was silent and awkward. Once we get in the car, I know Mark will try to explain, but I don't really want to hear it.

"Jenna-"

"Don't," I say not wanting to listen to him at all. A silence fills the car as he realizes that I'm not a forgiving person. When we finally get home I walk quickly to my room, shutting the door behind me, wanting to be alone with my thoughts. I couldn't- no I didn't want to believe that Josh was right that apart from Mom, no one else could want me when there was anyone else around. How could I have thought that Mark might actually want me here? He has Sofia, why would he want a half grown daughter?

"Callie, she won't even listen to me she stopped me the moment I started talking and when we got home she went directly to her room and shut the door behind her… No I doubt she's coming out… Callie… Callie that's not a good- Callie? Callie?" I peek my head out the door and see him starring at his phone confused. He starts to turn, so I quickly shut the door so that he wouldn't try to come talk to me. For a little bit, there was no sound from anywhere in the house except for the sound of Mark pulling dinner together. I heard a knock on the door, but I just about ignored it, until Callie walked into my room and she didn't look happy.

"Did you talk to him?" She asked, even though she knew the answer.

"No, I didn't." I answer shortly.

"Why the hell not?" Her eyes shot daggers at me.

"Because I don't want to. It's not like he'll ever really be my father anyway."

"Don't say that, because you know that's not true. He may not have been around you as a kid, but he is and will always be your father," She spat at me. "He took you in, remember? He did that because he wants to know you. He's wanted to know you since your mom wrote him telling him he had a daughter."

"So? He could have."

"No because your mom said you were happy with the life you had and she didn't want your world to get all messed up by him showing up."

"She didn't say that. She wouldn't." I say getting pissed that she would say things about my best friend just because she was trying to be on her best friend's side.

"Well you said that Josh and your mom dated since you were what 4 years old? Maybe she assumed that you thought of Josh as your father figure."

"You think that I would think of Josh as my father? Someone who does this?" I pull up my sleeve to show her a bruise that was still healing. "Or this?" I say showing her the scar from when he hit me with a bat on the back of my knee and it split open. "You think that's what a fatherly figure does?" She stares at me.

"How long did this go on?" She asked suddenly calmer and actually concerned.

"Since I was like 6. He lived with us since then." Thoughts of what happened for years, and what had happened only since Mom got sick, flowed to my mind no matter how hard I try to push them out of my head.

"Jenna-"

"Please, can you leave me alone now?" I ask, knowing tears were on their way.

"Jenna."

"Please!" I beg.

"If you want to talk, come find me," She says before walking out the door.