To my surprise, I was looking directly at David. He seemed to have visibly calmed down, from my outburst earlier today. I didn't want to speak to him because of our argument earlier today and because of the way he was trying to control my relationship with Freddie. I wasn't ready to speak to him yet, because I was still fuming. So I did the only thing I could think of, I just stared.

"Sam, why don't you take a seat," he said softly.

"How about I don't," I said snidely.

"Look I know we have our issues," he said while rubbing his temples.

"No you don't know. You don't know what your leaving did to me," I said coldly. I started to walk to my room, when David called after me.

"Samantha, don't walk away from me," he protested.

"You taught me how," I said over my shoulder.

I was half way up the stairs, when I heard David talking again.

"Sam, I never meant to hurt you. I love you," he said. His voice sounded as if he were practically begging me to believe him.

"No, you don't love me. If you really loved me, then you wouldn't have abounded me. You would have come back to us and we could have been a family again. You knew where I lived at obviously, because you sent us the goddamn wedding invitation," I said shouting.

"I tried to come back for you," he screamed. I stood there I shock, because it didn't make sense to me. How could he have tried to come back for me? Wouldn't I have known this?

"W-w-what?"

"Do you honestly think that I would leave you there by yourself?"

"I don't know what to think."

"Well I wouldn't. Your mother was too unstable for me to just leave you there."

"Why didn't you just take me with you, when you left," I asked, finally collecting my thoughts.

"When your mom and I separated, she was awarded full custody of you."

I stood on the stairs, not moving. I was still struggling with that fact that David actually wanted me in his life. I had spent so many years hating the man in front of me and now I'm confused.

"Why don't we go back in the kitchen and discuss this over some ham," he suggested.

I nodded my head and we walked toward the table and say across from one another.

"Talk," I said, I needed some answers.

"You are my only daughter, and I love you very much, even though you can't see that right now. You have to understand that I left your mother and not you. She had become so addicted to heroin, that my love couldn't save her. I had had enough of her empty promises and excuses, so I left. I meant everything I said to you, the day that I left. I was going to come back for you and I fought so hard for you, but the court gave you to your mother, that was one of the worse days of my life."

"I don't understand how they could give me to her, if they knew that she was addicted to heroin," I asked confused.

"I loved you mom, and I didn't want to see anything bad happen to her, so they didn't know. Now I know what a terrible and stupid decision it was."

"No, never coming back was terrible and stupid," I said.

"I tried to come back. Whenever I would come to the house, your mother said that you didn't want to speak to me. I would call at all hours, hoping that you would answer the phone. And I would knock on the front door until my knuckles hurt. I didn't want to believe your mom, and think that you didn't want to see me. But when my calls went unanswered, I just gave up a little bit. Eventually, I thought that you made your decision and I didn't want to bother you anymore. I sent the wedding invitation to let you know what was going on in my life. After that though, I stopped and tried to live my life without you."

"She was wrong. I needed you. My life was shitty. I felt nothing, but hatred towards the both of you for so long. I would go days sometimes without meals or electricity. She spent any money that the state gave us on drugs. I barely had clothes to wear," I shouted.

"Oh baby girl I am so sorry, but please try to forgive me," he cried.

He stood up and walked to my side of the table, I wasn't sure what he was trying to do, until he hugged me. I was hesitant to hug him at first, but I realized this is all I wanted. I just wanted one of my parents to love me. We hugged for a few minutes until he pulled away.

"I know that things aren't fixed between us, but I want to know that I am happy that you are here living with me, this is all I ever wanted."

"It means a lot to me, to hear you say that. I just want you to know that I hated you for a very long time, but now I see that I was wrong," I said.

"Okay," he said.


It was about two o'clock in the morning and I had school later on today.

"I think I should attempt to get some sleep, before school," I said.

"Okay, good night," he said warmly.

"Good night," I replied.

When I was walking up the stairs, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulder. The anger and hurt I had for so long, seemed to have lessened.

Once I was in my bed, I seemed to have drifted off to sleep, without any complications or problems. It felt nice to just be able to sleep, without having the nightmares.


I heard foot steps outside my door, like every morning. It was tucker and he looked a mess. I was honestly surprised to see him so not put together.

"Okay why do you look like that," I asked. My voice sounded a little rough because I was still waking up.

"Look I don't have time for the lip this morning. I just got in from my date and only got a few hours of sleep," he said clearly aggravated.

"Okay, Mr. Bossypants, just pick out the outfit and I won't complain," I said laughing at Tucker.

While tucker rummaged through my closet, I went to get ready in the bathroom. I couldn't afford to be late like yesterday. When I went into the bathroom, Freddie was already in there, and he didn't have his shirt on. I mean I have seen, him without his shirt on, but it's different now, because we're in some sort of relationship.

I quickly put my hands over my eyes, "Can you please go and put a shirt on," I asked.

"Sam, it's not like you haven't seen me with my shirt off," he said chuckling at me.

"I know, but it's different now," I stressed.

"Okay," he said stretching the word out longer than necessary.

"Well I am done anyway, so you can have the bathroom to yourself," he said walking past me.

I quickly started to get through my morning ritual. My hair didn't seem to take me a very ling time, so by the time Tucker called me, I was all done.

The outfit lying on my bed was surprisingly very casual, especially since Tucker picked it out. The outfit today was an American Eagle grey Pin tuck Tunic top that had button-tab roll-up sleeves, sexy V-neckline, slight A-line flare at waist, one button visible on front, and gathered fabric panel on back. The shirt stopped around my hips, he also paired this shirt with some dark wash skinny jeans, grey vans, that seemed to match the shirt perfectly, a grey silk-chiffon scarf and he topped it off with black Wayfarer Sunglasses. I absolutely loved the outfit. It was so laid back and it screamed me.

"Thanks Tuck," I said excitedly.

"You're welcome, but don't expect me to go easy on you everyday like this," he said smiling.

"Of course not."

"Okay, now I have to try and look decent for school today," he said tiredly.

"See you at school and you better tell me about that date of yours," I said as I started to get dressed.

"I don't know if I can do that, I might be too much for your innocent ears," he said with a smirk of his face, as he left my room.

When I finished getting dressed, I decided to pull my hair back into a high pony tail and let by bangs hang in front of my forehead.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Freddie eating already; I assumed David or Jennifer had made breakfast, before they left for work.

Freddie looked up from his plate and stared at me.

"Is something wrong with what I'm wearing," I asked a little unsure.

"No you look fine, I just never realized what a shorty you are," he said jokingly.

"I am not short," I protested.

"Yes, you are," he said walking up to me and kissing me on the cheek.

"Whatever," I said rolling my eyes, while grabbing a muffin, which was on the counter.

"Came on lets go, before, we're late to school," Freddie said.

We started to walk out the door, when I remember that we were leaving the car keys, on top of the refrigerator. I tried to reach them, but they were to far back. I huffed out in frustration. Freddie came back to see me struggling and started to laugh.

"This is not funny," I said.

"Yes, it is," he fired back.

He reached over me and obtained the keys.

"Like I said, you're a short, but a cute shorty," he said.

I stopped frowning at him calling me short, and smiled at his compliment. I kissed him, because he always seemed to make me feel good about myself. This wasn't as long as our other kisses, but it still had all of the passion of the others.

"Nice save Benson," I said after I pulled away.

I hope this chapter wasn't a let down. Let me know what you guys think about this chapter! Thanks for all the reviews and support!