A/N- Welcome back to the torture of reading my Fanfiction and not knowing what happens. I'M BACK! LETS GOOOO

Flashback

Nicole's POV

Me and a boy named Jake, who was a friend of Henry's, put up missing posters all around New York for about three hours. As I walk up to my apartment I stop for breath. I had lost ten pounds in a few days and it was affecting my stair climbing. I put the key in the lock and go inside.

I walk into the living room where my dad is sitting across from a women that looks vaguely familiar. She has long brown hair and green eyes. I was trying to process what was going on, when it hit me like a truck. She was the one picture in the hallway, the one that looked oddly like me, but never was. The picture I begged my dad to take down. The picture I tried to ignore. The picture of my mother.

"No," I whisper. I back up, as she stands up.

"Nicole, please. Sit down." My dad says.

"Get out," I say.

"I can't. I live here," My mother says half smiling.

"What is going on?" I turn to my dad.

"Your mom said she sent postcards, what happened to them," He asks.

"No, no. Don't get mad at her. I understand, she must not have wanted them." She says.

"Can I switch you for the postcards?" I retort.

"Nicole!" My dad yells.

"She shouldn't be here! I don't want her here!" I scream. My mother tries to say something, but I interrupt. "You left! Do you not remember that! You can't just barge into my life and expect everything to go back to normal!"

"Nikki," My mother whispers. I run off to my room and slam the door.

I can never see her again. I lay down on my bed and bury my head in my pillow. Why did this have to happen? I didn't want this to happen. I here a soft knocking at my door.

"Go away," I whine. The door opens anyway.

"Hey Nikki, I'm sorry. I should have told you before," My dad's voice says as he sits on my bed. I feel like his hand stroke my hair. "I know after everything that has happened, the last thing you need is a surprise. But can you please try to be nice,"

"What did she mean about her living here?" I mumble through the pillow.

"She wants another shot. Believe me, when I opened the door and saw her I reacted very much like you did. She just wants to get to know you. Please, give her a chance," My dad begs. I look up to him and see on his face it means a lot to him. I had to try. For him. He needed her way more than I did.

"Ok," I say, wishing I never had to.

A/N- short, yeah. Good restart, ABSOLUTELY! I think. Please review and share or whatever, it is good to be back!