Guess who's back to the daily updates? This girl! I had to edit this chapter so much. I regret this K rating. I'm learning about pen names in my literature class. I think I may just change mine if I come up with some genius idea.

I slowly stood up off the floor. I have to tell him. I just can't keep this between me and Skyla. She's a little girl. She's like… five? God, I don't even know how old she is! I don't want this to happen to her, why is this happening to her? I opened the door and prayed that my eyes weren't totally puffy.

"Hi," I croaked, my voice wobbly.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Ha. Cute of him to humor me. I know for a fact that I'm a walking train wreck. I stared at him for a minute. This was Skyla's dad. She probably wants to hug him so much right now. I just want to latch on to dad every single time I see him walking in the hallway.

Oh right, he asked a question. I gently grabbed his arm. I know what it's like when people forcefully tug on your arm. Doesn't feel very swell. I slowly pulled him in to the fluorescent lit room and quietly closed the door.

I looked at him. His face was crumpled into an expression of worry. He was worried about me.

I attempted to start the explanation. "I… I," I continued to stutter over a simple sentence. I'm not from here. That's all I want to say. I'm not from here. Neither is Skyla. We're both from two completely different eras, you're my future husband in her era, and I'm Beck and Jade's daughter in another. We're also kinda Skyla's parents in her world.

That's too much for me, let alone him. I whimpered. I was gonna bawl. Any minute now. Yup, here it comes. Then I felt his hands grab mine. My head snapped up to meet his. I could feel his body slowly moving towards mine. I didn't even notice how close he was until I could feel his breath on my face.

It was comforting and I don't know why.

"You don't have to tell me," he whispered.

But I do. He deserves to know. It's gonna be torture, and it doesn't matter when I tell him. I needed to know something first. I subtly closed the distance between us. I felt his body tense and relax in intervals as I pressed my lips against his.

It dawned on me, as I felt his arms wrap around my waist, that I was relaxed. I wasn't worrying about anything. All I could think about was his soft, red lips on mine. And knowing that my reality was full of brutality, I let my mouth linger on his longer than I should have. As soon as I realized this, I abruptly pulled away from him, his face wrinkled in confusion, although his eyes were still closed.

There was nothing I wanted more than right then and there, than to return to his arms.

He could substitute my father in ways that I just couldn't even grasp.

He opened his eyes and the first thing I saw was panic. If he was worried about me before, now he'd be scared of me.

"I'll tell you," I croaked, my voice still scratchy. "But you have to promise."

"Promise… What?" he asked.

"Promise that you won't leave me here alone," I said, involuntarily taking a step closer.

"I won't," he shook his head, as if that thought was preposterous.

I sighed and looked around the room. He was blocking the only escape. I had to tell him. I hopped up on the sink counter and looked at him for at least a minute before I said anything.

"Skyla's non-existent," I whispered.

He cocked his head at that one. Yeah, not surprising. "What do you…"

I cut him off before he asked what I didn't even know how to explain. "Neither am I."

He groaned. "Cat…"

"We're both not from here!" I said, trying to get a hold of the concept myself.

It was coming slightly clearer now that I was saying it out loud.

"Well, I still don't know what you mean," he whined.

"I was sent back in time for bullying! Okay?" I screeched. "And so was Skyla! But she's from a completely different era than me, and guess what? You just so happen to be her father! And guess who just so happens to be my parents? The two people out there who refuse to talk to one another! And I need to get them back together, or else I don't get to go back, game over!" I screeched out all at once.

I could help but realize I left out one vital part. I was also Skyla's mom. Yeah, let's save that little piece of information.

"Wait… What?" he groggily asked, like my explanation gave him whiplash.

"Still holding on to that promise that you wouldn't leave?" I questioned sheepishly.

"I'm not leaving," he said, taking steps closer until he was standing in front of me.

"Look, I know you don't believe me and I'm just insane in your eyes right now, but…"

He cut me off this time. "I didn't say I didn't believe you."

"Oh, and what part of all that was actually believable?" I quizzed.

I felt his hand grip my chin. "I can see it in your eyes."

I stared back at him with just as much force. "And you believe all of that."

"I find it hard to believe, but," he released my chin and looked down at the floor. "Yeah, I still believe it."

I smiled slightly, knowing that I had succeeded in telling him. I looked down at the floor, which seemed to become an amazing object of attention.

"So why are you taking care of Skyla?" he asked, still not looking up.

Don't worry, Robbie. Neither was I.

I went right in for the kill. "Because she's my daughter."

That caught his attention. His head snapped up instantly, and I kept my eyes diverted.

"But then…"

I begrudgingly looked up at him. I waved slightly. "Hi."

"Oh my God," he groaned,

"That's reassuring," I said sarcastically.

A minute more of silence and I felt the tears streaming down my face. I immediately regret this decision of telling him. But at the same time, I don't. He deserved to know, and now, assuming that he won't put me in the nut hut, I can talk to someone about this. I felt his hands on my face, his fingers brushing away the tears.

I looked up at him. His confusion had slowly worn away. Now he was staring at me with concern. I needed to feel his lips on mine again. I needed it. He must've understood my silent request because I felt his mouth on mine a second later.

It was intense. He was almost breaking my face. But at the same time, I didn't want him to let up one bit. I was having a lot of mixed emotions about Robbie today. It wasn't helping that… This… Is sort of forced, I guess? I mean… I really want what's happening right now. But is it right to be considering this only because I want my daughter to go away?

When I put it like that, it seems extremely selfish. And I'm really not trying to be. I just want the best for Skyla and I just want my momma and dad to get back together.

Somewhere in my whirlwind of thoughts, I must've forgotten to keep moving my lips. He pulled his head away from mine. I jumped off the counter and looked at him again. I felt my hand gravitate towards his face and stroke his cheek.

I may or may not love him.

Yeah, I totally quoted Ariana with the whole 'he's breaking my face' thing. Review for the children.