(Rachel's POV)

I was woken up about 10am by someone banging on the door, I didn't recall expecting anyone today and I doubted Em would be home this early. I climbed out of bed and pulled on my dressing gown, tying it as I headed down the stairs. I glanced in Poppy's room to see it empty. Had she locked herself out or something?

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming!" I yelled

I unlocked the door and pulled it open.

"What!?" I yelled

Then I realised who it was and suddenly regretted my actions.

"Adam? What are you doing here?" I asked

I moved to the side allowing him inside and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. That was what I needed now.

"You text me, told me to come over...I tried to ring you but your phone was switched off" Adam explained

"I didn't text you...I don't even know where my phone is"

Adam picked it up of the table and handed it to me.

"Well if you didn't send the text then who did?" He asked

"Poppy!" I yelled

Poppy came in silently, dressed in an oversized t-shirt and some pyjama trousers. Her once dark hair had been restored to its former honey blonde glory, which hung messily just below her shoulders and it literally looked like she'd been dragged through a bush except without the little bits of twig...Her skin seemed pale and worn out and the bags under her eyes indicated she hadn't slept much, if at all. Even her piercing blue eyes seemed dimmed.

Her eyes were red and puffy as if she'd been crying and I found my heart aching for her. Poppy was the closest thing I had to a daughter and I felt a need to protect her, I wanted to hold her in my arms and just let her cry out whatever was upsetting her. But I also knew Poppy, When she was hurting she blew off steam...It was all she knew. Whenever Tom had been drunk or angry or upset he'd taken it out on Poppy.

Poppy had this thing for beating herself up, when something went wrong she blamed herself no matter what the cause and because of that there was a lot of bad feeling trapped inside her and her methods for letting that out weren't always socially acceptable...I glanced down, to her hand where she was clutching a letter...

"Did you ask Adam to come over?" I asked

She didn't answer instead she returned my question with another...

"Which one of you has been lying to me?" She said simply, no emotion in her voice whatsoever

"What?" I asked

"Well here's the scenarios; Either YOU paid for these results to be tampered with instead of fast tracked in a last stitch effort for me to like your boyfriend?" She said to me then she turned to Adam "Or YOU left me to be ripped apart by that bastard!"

"Poppy, I wouldn't do that, I know how important this is to you. I don't know what you're talking about" I told her softly

"I spent 15 years with them, I lost my mum! Not like she was much use when she was alive...I took care of my SISTER since she was born, only she's not my sister! I stayed in that house with my DAD because I had to! But he's not my dad! Is he Adam?"

"Why would I know?" Adam asked innocently

"BECAUSE 15 years ago you decided to sleep with Angela Mills, for whatever reason...And 15 years later, a 15 year old girl finds out her dad isn't her dad. Go ahead and tell me it was a drunken mistake...Because that would sum my life up exactly! A stupid mistake!" She yelled through the sobbed

Poppy slammed the piece of paper into Adam's chest and ran, up the stairs...

Adam held the paper and looked at it more closely. His face went white as a sheet as if he'd seen a ghost or something...

"She's my daughter?" He said out loud

I couldn't quite believe it myself...But in a way I felt stupid, Poppy was a spitting image of Adam and the blonde hair only made it more noticable. The fact their personalities just clicked and Adam was the only person besides me that could calm her down...Because he saw himself in her. How could I not have noticed that?