myA/N: Thank you once again for the reviews I get for this fic, they make my day! :D I don't think I've said this before, but I really should, and that is to thank ym friend Emily, Crystaltears (or something like that) for helping me with this fic, she has helped me so much when I've been stuck adn she's even wrote with me a fe times jsut toh elp so thank you soooo much Emily!! Love ya!! :D And thank you to my wonderful beta Beth!! You rock!!

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Addison looked around her dad's new house for the first time, he had never asked for her to visit before, so it made her think there was a reason. She noticed there were no photos up on the wall or the mantle piece, no photos at all.

Addison wandered through the house to the kitchen, the knives caught her eyes and she slowly walked towards them. Hesitantly she reached for them, but then the scars on her arms came to mind and she stopped, leaving the kitchen quickly.

She walked up the stairs to the room that would be hers and pushed the door open. It was just an ordinary room, with a bed, a closet, a desk, the main things a bedroom would contain. Addison walked in and looked around, it was like no one had entered the room since everything was put in there.

"You can decorate it however you want." Addison turned around to face her dad. "It's your room, you can do whatever you like to it. You can have whatever you want in it." He smiled at her and she slowly nodded. "What do you think?"

"It's…big." She turned back to the room and walked towards the window. "It has a lovely view though." She smiled.

"That it does, I thought you would like it." He walked further into the room. "You can buy clothes to keep here if you want. You can keep anything here you want to." Addison nodded and gazed out her window. "How are you Ads? I've missed having you in the house." She just shrugged at him.

There was something different about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Since the divorce, Peter had come to realise how important family was, and he really missed his daughter. He had missed her presence in the house. It was different now, though, Addison was different.

"How's school?" Again he just got a shrug. "Your mother told me what happened the other day." Addison tensed slightly. "You know, if you ever want to talk, I'm here, okay. Just because you don't live with me doesn't mean to say I don't care, because I do, you are the most important thing to me." This brought tears to Addison's eyes and she tried not to cry. Peter saw this and held his arms open. "Come here, sweetheart." Slowly she turned and fell into his hug. Peter kissed the top of his daughter's head and held her close. She wasn't the same person anymore, that much was certain, but he knew better than to push her now. "Shhh, it'll be okay." Addison sobbed onto his chest and shook her head. "It will be."

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Addison sat down at the dinning table and picked up her fork. She hadn't eaten a proper meal in a while and was thankful for the food in front of her. Peter had always been the cook out of her parents. "Enjoying it?" Peter smiled at his daughter.

"Yes, I've been living off ready meals, they get a bit boring and tasteless after a while." She smiled.

"You should come round more often."

"Yeah…" It would get her away from Steve, she wouldn't have to do those things to him.

"I know I don't live that close to you, but you are welcome whenever, and you can always stay weekends." He smiled and she nodded. "It's a nice place here. I like it."

"It is a nice view here." She nodded and finished eating, pushing away her plate.

"One of the reasons I chose it. It has some good schools as well." Peter looked at his daughter and she just nodded again.

"I think I'll go take a bath then go to bed."

"It's early though." He raised an eyebrow.

"I know, but I'm tired." Addison stood up and picked up her plate.

"Leave that, I'll sort it out. If you want anything else, just ask."

"Okay." She nodded and left the room. Peter sighed and rubbed his face, wishing he hadn't left it so long to contact her.

Slowly Addison lowered herself into the bath, letting the water wash over her body. She laid back and allowed herself to relax. The whole place was relaxing and she felt so calm there. She closed her eyes and tried to forget about everything and just enjoy her bath.

Half an hour later Addison walked into her bedroom and looked around, it wasn't exactly welcoming but it would do. She picked up her bag and placed it on her bed. The scars looked pinker after her bath and she ran her fingers over them. Maybe it hadn't had been such a good idea at the time.

She sighed and pulled out her clothes, setting them on her bed. Addison began to fold them and put them away in her closet, filling only part of the big space. She walked back to her bed and picked up the bag, placing that in her closet as well. Slowly she began to dry herself and put on her pyjamas, placing the towel in her washing basket.

Addison looked around the room once more before she climbed into bed and snuggled down, closing her eyes. It didn't take long for her to drift off to a peaceful, much-needed sleep.

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The sun shone through the window and onto the sleeping form of Addison. She slowly began to open her eyes and blinked, adjusting to the light. She stretched, feeling very refreshed. She turned on her side and looked at the clock, gasping when she read 11am. Never before had she slept so late.

She slipped out of bed and pulled a jacket on over the tank top she'd worn to bed, before she headed down the stairs.

Peter stood in the kitchen and smiled when Addison entered. "Good morning, did you sleep well." She nodded and rubbed her eyes.

"Want me to make you some breakfast? I remember how you loved pancakes, still like them."

"Yeah." She smiled.

"I'll make some then."

"Thanks." Addison sat down at the island in the kitchen. "Do I have to go back to mom's?"

"Do you not want to?"

"No, not really, I'd rather stay here."

Peter smiled. "Of course you can stay here. Stay for however long you want."

Addison nodded. "Can I not live with you?"

"Well, your mom has custody, but maybe we can rearrange it all."

"Okay." She sat in silence for a few minutes while he moved around the kitchen, preparing her breakfast, before placing a plate of pancakes in front of her. She smiled, beginning to eat.

"So I thought today, we could decorate your room, whatever colour you want." Peter smiled.

"How about lilac?"

"If it's what you want." Addison nodded. "Okay, we'll get the paint later, and we can have a look for anything else you want."

"Okay." She smiled.

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Addison giggled as she had paint splattered over her face "Dad!"

"What?"

"You got paint on my face." She tried to wipe it off with no success.

"Now you've just smudged it." They both laughed. "I've missed you Ads."

"I've missed you too dad, it's not the same anymore." She sighed.

"I know, I'm sorry." He took a deep breath, knowing this was as good a time as any. "Why did you try to kill yourself, Addison? Was it because of the divorce?"

Addison took a deep breath. "Not really, it was just everything that happened when we moved."

"Like what?" She shrugged and went back to painting. Peter sighed, deciding to drop the subject for a while. "How about pizza?"

"Okay." She nodded.

"Still only like a margarita?"

"With mushrooms."

"Okay. Why don't you take a shower and I'll go and order the pizzas?" Addison nodded and walked into her bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Half an hour later and they sat eating their pizzas, watching a film. Addison curled her legs underneath her and kept her arms covered. She didn't want her dad seeing her scars, she didn't want anyone seeing her scars, she didn't even want to look at them.

"Why haven't you got any photos up?" Addison turned to look at her dad.

Peter shrugged. "I guess, it didn't feel like a proper home without you, so I never bothered to put any up."

"Oh, okay then."

"Maybe you can help me put some up tomorrow?"

"Okay, that sounds good."

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The next morning, Addison knelt down in the attic with her dad, the two of them surrounded by boxes, some open and some still taped shut. They'd been looking for about an hour already, but had yet to find any photos. She grabbed the next box, grinning when she saw what was inside. "Here's some photos." She picked up one and looked at it.

"You were about an hour were about an hour old there." Peter glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "I was so proud."

"Was mom?" Her voice was quiet as she asked the question, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

"Your mother..." He chose his words carefully. "Doesn't convey her emotions easily, but she does love you."

"Then why doesn't she show it?"

"She's too scared to I guess." Addison nodded and pulled out another photo. "That was your first birthday, you wore more of your cake than you ate." He smiled widely. "Your mother seemed to enjoy that day, and you toddled after her wherever she went."

"Oh."

"The two of you were always together that day." Addison looked at the photo for a little longer before they went through the rest of the box, stories being told for each one, before they decided which ones were to be put up and where.

Three hours later and they had gone through every box of photos in the attic, and some photos were piled up separately ready to be taken down. Addison handed them to her dad and looked around. A letter placed on the floor caught her eye and she picked it up. She was just about to open it when her dad called up. "That the last of them?"

"Yeah." She quickly slipped it into her pocket and climbed down the ladder.

"Shall we put then up then?"

"Yeah, okay." She smiled and picked up a box, it was full of the photos she wanted put up in her bedroom. "I'll go put these up." Addison turned and walked to her room, setting the box on the floor and taking out the photos, trying to decide where they all should sit.

Another two hours later and all the photos had been put up around the house and Addison was pleased with it all. "Pasta alright for dinner Ads?"

"Yeah thanks dad." She smiled and sat down, looking at the photos above the mantle piece. Now it looked like a home.