Note. HEATHER. YEAH. O_o Heather needed a point of view. This one is more… I don't know how to explain it xD Enjoy and review please~

I swallowed as I watched my father talk to Lindsay. I hated her, and I hated him. I hated the fact she was his favorite, and that he hated me. I hated the very existence of Lindsay, and that dad loved her more. I turned my head away and finished the last touches to the food I was preparing. They always said a way into a mans heart was food, and well… I had cooked for Dad a few years, and he never said anything that was positive. So I always worked hard to just make him say something good.

I placed the cookie on the small plate, and moved to them. It felt weird being around them. I almost felt like I didn't belong. Lindsay looked over and flashed a smile, which made me absolutely sick. Chris than looked over, spotting the cookie. He smirked, and I tried to smile, but it was hard.

"Ooooh. Cookie!" he cooed happily. Before I could say it was his, he snatched it, taking a bit. He seemed to be thinking about it, and I swallowed. "Could be better."

I groaned annoyed, leaving them, as I toss the plate.

"Ow! That hurt!" Lindsay spoke. I smirked some. Didn't mean to hit HER, but hey, it made me feel better inside…

"You're an idiot."

"Me? You sure about that? You're the stupid one." spoke the Latino devil, as he flipped threw his magazine. Alejandro, my boyfriend, was like me in every way… Besides being a man, and not looking as hot as me. Alejandro leaned up in his seat, his lime eyes locking with mine, and I blinked my gray ones.

Alejandro and I had a rocky relationship. Sometimes we got along… other times we nearly killed each other.

"Got something to say?"

"Yes. Why do you want to impress your father so much?" he groaned, rolling his eyes. Alejandro didn't understand. His father loved him and so did his mother, even though his brother got more attention at least they LOVED him. My father didn't.

"Because… I just hate that he loves that idiotic blonde Lindsay." I groaned, as a black strand of hair fell into my face, I blew it away crossing my arms in front of me.

"But why? Your better than Lindsay. You have a brain unlike her." he spoke, rubbing his chin trying to figure it out. "And even if you dad ignores you, your mom likes you."

That was true. Mom did love me, and she proved it many times. She at least liked to be around me. But it was lonely… It felt like I was missing someone in my life. I rubbed my arms and sighed softly.

"And you have me." I looked to him, as he smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Like I want you."

You do. Trust me, everyone wants me." he smirked winking at me. My eye twitched.

"Your such a jerk."

"A hot jerk."

I sighed, trying to hold my school bag closer. I was late to get home since I had detention, so mom or dad was supost to be coming for me, but of course they were late as well, and it was roughly around 7pm, and the sun was settting fast. I mumbled annoyed, as I kicked a trash can over, trying to keep up my pace. I was so angry.

Lindsay, being the idiot she was, told the teacher I had threatened her. Like it had never happened before, but know I was really going to hurt that girl. Maybe I would put oil in her face wash….

"Hey there, cutie." I looked up, and there leanding against the wall of a building were a group of boys. I swallowed, and looked away not daring to look at them.

"Hey sweet thing" another cooed, and I walked past them. Ignore them, just ignore them… But they followed me. "Hey we are talking to you."

"Maybe she is hard of hearing." another laughed.

I felt a hand tighten around my shoulder, and the person turned me around. I swallowed, looking at them, and tried to shake them off.

"Let me go!" I hissed, pushing him away. "Don't you fucking touch me."

"Chill… We are only looking or a good time." one laughed, and my eyes snapped to him. In his hand was a brown bag, and my nose turned up in diguest. The idiots were drinking… This could be bad.

"Well I'm not apart of this good time. So leave me alone." I went turn, but he grabbed me once again, this time more rough. I was pushed into the wall, and I gasped for air completely shocked. I looked to the three men, as they laughed.

"Touché isn't she?"

"Feisty more like it. I want her first." one laughed. I felt fear rise up in me, and I fought against them.

"Let me go!" I screamed, kicking one in the crotch. He groaned, falling down, and I made a dash, running quickly.

"Bitch! Get back here!" I heard the shoes stomp hard behind me, as I tried to escape them. My lungs burned, and my brain was screaming telling me to pick up the pace or I was going to be raped or worse.

"Please! Someone help me!" I screamed, and I heard something roar. I turned my head, and it was like everything stopped. The boys stopped, and so did I as, we saw a car. The car went past me, and stopped.

"We have a problem here?" asked the man, my father. Chris made his way to me, glaring at the boys, but keeping his smirk. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I looked at him. He was my saviour.

"No sir. You can leave we are taking her home." smiled one boy. Chris smiled tilting his head to the side.

"Oh really now? Well it's okay, I'll take her home."

"Dude we will-"

"No I will." Chris hissed, letting me go. He stood in front of me, and I swallowed, looking towards the guys. I had never seen dad act this way. Usually he would only save his own hid, but he was protecting me of all people. "Heather get in the car."

"But dad-"

"Get in the damn car." he said, looking back to me. His eyes held anger and something else… fear. I nodded my head and did as he said. I could only faintly hear as my dad yelled at the boys.

"Sir-"

"Shut your damn mouths. Your lucky I don't call the police. Get the hell out of here your worth pieces of trash." than moments later, Chris was next to me I the car speeding off. Dad and I didn't speak, but he was tense. I looked to him, and he had fear across his face.

We made it home, and he turned the car off, as he licked his lips nervously. "Sorry I was late…"

"It's… fine." I said, and he closed his eyes, pain coming across him again. He must have been thinking of what could have happened, and that worried me some.

"I can handle myself." I said.

"No… you can't." he said. He reached over into the dash board looking, and I sat there uncomfortably. He pulled out a small bottle, and handed it too me. I looked at it. Pepper spray. I looked to him, and he looked at me, fear in those dark eyes.

"Use it if something happens like that again. I'm going to have to buy the others some as well."

"W-Why…?" I asked swallowing. Since when did he care about me? I didn't understand it one bit.

"Why what?"

"Why do you even care?" I asked, looking at him confused. He never cared about anyone else in his life.

He seem to think about it, and he swallowed, his dark eyes making contact with my gray ones. And the first time in my life… I fell like I connected with my dad. "Because… You guys are my children, and I love you. That's why I care. You kids… out my and your mothers life. The thought of not having you kids… it scares me." he admitted.

I looked at him shocked. My father cared…? The world seemed to stop than.