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KFF: Thanks for the spelling error. I just fixed it. And, actually, no one needs anyone's permission to keep their child… I had my daughter when I was fourteen years old, and my parents wanted me to get rid of her. She's turning four this year, so did my parents' disapproval change anything? No. Sure, they help me. Now. But they didn't for the first two years of her life, and I did an amazing job with her. So, yes, it's possible for a fifteen-year-old to raise a child without help. Tons of teens are raising their kids on their own. The 'real world' itself is unrealistic.

Avatarfanx2: Yes, I did after I noticed that I was corrected. Thank you =]

Chapter Five: Hello Daddy

So, I think Mom might be going through 'the change'… Y'know, menopause? Although, she is still pretty young. But, it's happened to other women at a young age. She's moody and gripey. She and Dad got into a fight this morning, so they aren't exactly on speaking terms… Let's just say, they only communicate through insulting one another. Some of it's funny, but I still don't like it when they fight. Most of their fights are over stupid things, but this one really set them off. I don't know what happened, and frankly, I don't care; I just want them both to stop acting like toddlers and get over it and make up. They don't know how much stress it puts on me as their daughter.

So, anyways, just to get away from all their drama, I got permission to hang out with Aunt London and her son, Britton. He's named that purposely, but the spelling was an accident. Aunt London didn't know how to spell Britain, so it ended up Britton. It's pronounced the same way, though. Besides, Britain looks more girlish, and Britton is far from it.

"Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom," Britton said.

"Okay. Katie, I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't run off," Aunt London said, before starting towards the bathrooms.

Honestly? That's something you say to a toddler, and I am very far from being a toddler. Although, I guess it is good that she cares about me.

Letting out a sigh, I sat down on a waiting bench, and snapped my gum a few times. A lady stared at me, and I ignored her, knowing that if I even thought about opening my mouth, something rude and arrogant would come flying out. I'm a lot like Aunt London in the way I can be just as rude as I can be sweet. Anyways, I did manage to stop popping my gum when I heard someone call my name. The voice didn't sound familiar, but I probably knew them. As I turned my head, I realized that I actually didn't know the guy, and I got a weird feeling in my stomach when I saw him walking towards me.

"You're Katherine, right?" the guy asked.

"…I go by Katie… Who are you?" I asked.

"My name's Trevor. I know your mom."

"…Okay, then how do you know me? I've never met you before and it's pretty creepy that you know my name."

"I dated your mom in high school."

"That doesn't explain how you know me."

"I'm your father."

I felt my face become hot, and I knew the people near us were staring to see what would happen. I stood up from the bench, and looked at this Trevor character for a few seconds before shaking my head.

"No, you're not. My dad's name is Zack. He's raised me for the last seven years," I said.

"He's not your dad, Katie; you know that."

"No. He is. He's my dad. He's been there, he's always helped my mom with me… And, I shouldn't be talking to you; I don't know who you are."

"You know who I am, Katie; I'm your dad."

"Maybe biologically—which is going to be run by my mother—but you haven't been in my life for thirteen years; that doesn't make you a dad; that makes you a coward and a deadbeat."

"That one hurt."

"I have others that hurt worse."

Trevor chuckled. "You're just like your mom. Sarcastic and witty."

"Don't you dare tell me how my mother is. I know her. I don't want to know anything that you know."

"You don't even want to know that I'm your father?"

"Dude, you don't even know me. Do yourself a favor and get lost before I really make you hurt."

"Katie, come on," Trevor said, stepping closer.

Now, he was close enough for me to use a move I've been waiting to use on a scumbag like him. With the thought in my head, I brought my knee up as hard and fast as I could and then ran out of the store, making a note in my head to call Aunt London and tell her that I was okay as soon as I got home.

So, this Trevor guy really made me mad. I'm at home right now and Mom and Dad are still fighting, but it doesn't bother me too much. Before dealing with them, I walked to the living room and grabbed the phone, immediately dialing Aunt London's number.

"Maddie, I'm so sorry! I can't find Katie; she just like, disappeared!" Aunt London answered.

"Aunt London, it's me," I said. "I'm sorry I left; I got scared."

"Katie, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Some guy came up to me and… I'll explain it to you later, but I'm okay; I promise."

"Alright… Don't run off like that anymore, though."

"I won't. I promise. I love you," I said before hanging up.

I know, I know. I hung up on my aunt, but hey; I have to talk to Mom. I got up from the couch and made my way into the kitchen, flinching when a plate shattered, from Mom throwing it down. I've never seen her so angry she purposely breaks things, but there's always a first time for everything.

"…Mom?" I asked.

Mom and Dad turned away from each other and Mom looked at me for a few seconds before saying anything.

"What is it, Sweetie?" Mom asked.

"Can we talk?"

"Yeah… Living room. I'll be there in a minute."

I nodded and made my way back into the living room. I bit my lip as I sat on the couch and I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I hate it when Mom and Dad fight. It's not good for anyone, and I'm afraid one of them will snap and demand a divorce. If they ever get divorced, I'll be really upset. They've been together for so long, and I don't want to see them end it. Not yet. Not ever.

"What's wrong?" Mom asked as she sat next to me.

Man, she's swift. I didn't even see her come into the room… Of course, talking to myself probably distracts me from a lot of things… Oh! Mom. Right.

"Someone came up to me in the mall today," I said.

"Where was London?"

"Taking Britton to the bathroom."

"Did they do anything to you? Are you okay?"

"No, I'm fine. He didn't do anything. It's what he said that bothered me, because I kind of think it's possible."

"What did he say?"

"He told me that he's my dad."

"…What?"

"His name is Trevor. He's around your age, and Mom… I have his eyes…"

"A lot of people have blue eyes, Katie."

"Not like mine. Like his. Mom, tell me the truth…"

Mom stayed silent for a few seconds and she looked at me. "Katie, I… I don't it's time for you to know about him just yet."

"Why not? I'm curious. I know Dad isn't my real dad. You know I know."

"Yeah, I know…"

"Well?"

Mom sighed, and ran her hand through her hair. "He left, Katie… He didn't want a baby after I told him I was pregnant."

"If I ever run into him, I'm getting his side of the story, you know."

"What; you can't trust the person that gave birth to you?"

"I never said that, but you know I like to hear all sides of the story, Mom… I wanna know him if he's my dad… Don't you think I should get that much?"

Mom sighed and nodded slowly. "Yeah… Look, I'll try to get in contact with him. If I do, I'll have him over and you can meet the right way. I'm not making any promises that I'll find him, though, so don't get your hopes up. And, I'm not promising you that he'll stick around."

"He will."

"Katherine."

"I'm going," I said as I got up from the couch. This is the time I'm supposed to go to my room. I'll catch ya later.