Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm really sorry that I haven't posted a new chapter in a couple of days. I've been quite ill for a long time and I've had a couple of bad days recently. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

James

I was at the badminton court again, when my phone rang. It was Rick calling to tell me that I had to go back to the dumping ground I had no idea why I had to go, and apparently he didn't either. I said goodbye to my training partner, Emily, and told fish that I'd be back again tomorrow. I began the half hour jog back to Elm Tree House, while I wondered what was going on that I needed to be there for, and hoped that it wasn't too urgent because I wanted to have a shower when I got back.

I got to the house and Mike was waiting in the entrance hall. He looked worried and I knew that I wasn't going to get my shower. He told me that there was someone there to see me. I had no idea who it could be, because if it was Liam Mike wouldn't look so worried, and there was no one else that I could think of that would want to see me.

I walked towards the quiet room feeling both excited and worried. Mike facial expression had made me feel uneasy, and he was close at my heels as if he wanted to protect me. When I got there and opened the door I was very confused. There was a man in his early to mid-forties sitting on the sofa, but I didn't recognise him at all. Actually, that wasn't true. There was something about his eyes that seemed vaguely familiar, but that seemed like nothing at the time.

I sat down on the opposite sofa and Mike stood by the door, still looking worried. I asked the man who he was, and he looked taken aback. He said that of course I wouldn't remember him, and that he was stupid to assume that I would. I was still clueless. Then he said that his name was James Donnelly, my dad.

Nothing could have prepared me for that. I was expecting it to be some random uncle that I'd never heard of, but it scared me that I didn't recognise my own dad. I didn't want to believe him, but I knew that he had the same shape eyes as me, and that he must be dad. Then I shouted. In a rapid stream of Welsh I asked him why he had left me alone with a psycho mother and a stepdad that hated me, and why he had the nerve to come and see me now, after everything that happened. I asked him how he could allow himself to forget about me, and then come and ruin the life that I enjoyed.

He just sat there. Mike made sure that I had stopped and then asked if we could please converse in English. My dad sat there for a second, and then said that he was sorry. That was too much. I barged past Mike and went out of the door. I ran up the stairs and slammed the door of my bedroom. A couple of seconds later there was a knock, and Rick and Elektra came in.

Apparently the whole house had heard my shouting, and that Jonny and Tyler where typing the bits that they could remember into google translate. They just sat in my room until I decided to open up.

Recently, I had actually become friends with Elektra. It was weird, but we ended up laughing together, and we found out that we actually liked some of the same things. She learned to laugh about the juice incident, and I eventually told her about Liam. We started talking more, and actually getting to know each other, and now she was probably the second person that I would turn to in a crisis. The first was Rick. People said that there was something going on between us but there wasn't. We really were just friends, and I don't think that either of us wanted more than that. We both enjoyed music, and I taught him a few songs on the guitar in an attempt to improve his playing.

Soon enough I told them both about dad. I said that he'd come to the house, and acted like he'd never done anything wrong. I told them that id asked him so many questions, and he'd just apologized. They saw where I was coming from, but they both said that I should give him another chance. I didn't want to trust the man that left me, but deep down I knew that they were right. I went downstairs and back into the quiet room.

He was still sitting on the sofa, just the same as he had been when I stormed out. I saw that Gina had brought in tea and biscuits, but he hadn't touched them. I sat down again, and he began to talk. He asked me where I wanted to start, and then he told me everything. He told me that when he found out about Rhyd he was filled with fury. They had been friends at both comp and university, and he felt like he had been betrayed by two of his closest friends.

He also told me why he didn't take me too. I was partly right. He didn't want the girl who had called Rhyd dad, and he had assumed that I'd be happier in their family. After he had finished I felt bad. I once again felt like it was my fault that dad found out about Rhyd (which it was), but I also felt like I had made dad deeply unhappy. He still hadn't answered my final question though. Why now?