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Chapter Fifteen- 1892: Anberliegh

Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that
I'm alright
And you can't change me
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late and
We can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect

Perfect by: Simple Plan

I was sitting in a small café in France. I wasn't sure where in France exactly I just knew that I was following Robert. He was prized for his ability to disappear, but for the past few months I had been hot on his trail. He was flirting with the waitress and she was eating it up. What a sorry excuse for a man.

I hadn't talked to him since he came to talk to me when I was still with Luke. So much has happened since then, I had grown since then. I was stronger.

He laughed a loud laugh to whatever it is the waitress said and she blushed. The waitress brought me over my order, a small bowl of fruit, and Roberts's eyes followed her.

Once he saw me he froze, all good humor from his face was gone as he glared in my direction.

"Excuse me," he told the waitress.

He walked over and took the seat across from me. "What are you doing here?"

"Following you, I have been for the past two months." I told him simply as I ate a grape.

He grimaced at my choice of food and went back to glaring at me.

"It is quite easy actually," I continued.

"Do you know how much trouble you caused me by running off?" He asked.

I smiled at him. "Get used to it."

"Don't you dare use that tone with me. I am still your father and you still have to respect me."

"You are nothing to me."

"How would your mother feel if she heard you talk to me like this?" he asked and I looked away.

"Your right." He was even if he was a despicable man, he was still my father. "I apologize."

"Better, now how have you been following me?" he asked.

"I have been careful." I explained.

"Yes very. I do wish you will come with me this time around I need for you to help me with some things."

"While I respect the fact that my mother chose you to be my father, I do not respect the fact that you want to turn me into an experiment."

"Sweetheart, you are not an experiment. We need your help." He reached out and touched my hand.

I was taken aback at the tenderness of his statement. In that moment I wanted a father. He was my father, and if I went with him we could have a life together.

"Who killed mom?" I asked and his eyes flashed.

"That is irrelevant." His voice was rude and hurtful.

"How is it irrelevant, I watched my own mother be killed by a man that she assumed to be a friend." I was starting to tear up.

"Easy, things were dine that needed to be done." He looked away from me.

"You had my mother killed?"

"No. Technically you had your mother killed. It is your fault she is dead." He spat at me.

"No. And I will never go with you and be your lab rat." I practically yelled at him then left the café.

I went to America for the first time. To Carlisle, my real and only father.

I left with more hate for that man than I ever had.