I looked in on the twins they were sitting in front of the TV watching their favorite movie. I had hours until they would need anything. I quickly left the house went to my favorite place. It was the place I'd cried myself silly many times before. It was a small shed that Dad never used anymore. I'd made it my own little sanctuary when I was younger. Inside my sanctuary there was a box it wasn't that big but it held the few things I never wanted to lose. The few things I still had from my mother. I'd hid them away from my father. He'd gotten rid of nearly everything that reminded him of her when she died including a few of my things. I'm not sure if he knew how much that destroyed me inside.

"Mom…" I said sliding against the wall until I was on the ground. I pulled my knees up to my chest and started to cry. "I miss you." I wanted her to be with me. I couldn't tell anyone how many times I was angry that the twins had Allison and I just didn't have that anymore. I didn't have my mom and I wanted her to give me a hug and tell me everything was going to be all right.

"I don't know what to do." I told her. I talked to her all the time when I missed her. I hope that she hears me. I know someone has to. I just wish that sometimes someone would talk back to me. "He knew you. You! The woman that told me all those amazing stories about this strange guy you met one day!"

I gave out a choked laugh/sob. "You told me all about him. Now look at me! I told the guy I'd fallen in love with stories that I love him! Me! I love with someone! This can't be happening! You're supposed to be here! You're supposed to be guiding me through my problems!" I sobbed.

"I want my mom!" I cried burying my head into my knees my tears were soaking my jeans. "I don't want my dad. I don't want Allison. I don't want to rely on my friends. I don't want to call Aunt Amy. I want you. Don't I deserve to have my mom too?" I knew I was babbling mostly nonsense, but I needed to get it out.

Warm arms wrapped themselves around me. I didn't look up but I knew it was Pitch. He had a distinct way of feeling. It was hard to describe he was warm, but still slightly cold. "Go away." I sobbed. "Just go away."

"No." Pitch told me. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You need to leave." I looked up at him. I knew my eyes must have been red as can be. I had to look like a mess. I normally looked like a complete mess when I cried, but didn't everybody? "I don't want you here."

"But you need me."

I hated his logic. "So?" I would try and win with the immature route. I know it was a bit of a stretch, but it was worth a shot.

"Pretend I'm not here." He tried to tell me.

"I can't." I replied. I really couldn't with him there I couldn't do much. He was part of the reason I was like this. He knew my mother before I was even born. Pitch looked the exactly the same from the way my mother described him when I was a child. He was my childhood hero. I fell in love with the man I idolized as a child. How was that even possible? "Please just go. I have to do this on my own." I tried to tell him.

"No, you don't." Pitch reasoned with me.

"Please go?" I tried again. I sounded like I was begging for him to leave and I was unsure about him going. Yes it was nice to have someone there, but this time I just wanted to be alone. There was no one really to comfort me. I wanted my mother, but I couldn't have her.

"I'm not leaving." He said again hugging me tightly. "You are stuck with me."

"Okay…" I managed to say weakly.

It took me awhile to get over my pity party. I'm not sure if Pitch being there helped or not. Part of me wanted to say I wasn't going to keep having a pity party with him being there. Another part of me said that he calmed me down. I'm not sure if I'll ever know, but I'm sure something will help me figure it out.

I wiped my tears with my arms and stood up. "Where are you going?" Pitch asked looking at me.

"Inside." I told him.

"Don't you want to talk about this?" He looked at me like it was the most obvious question in the world.

"No." I said. "What am I a sissy?" I replied. I didn't want to talk about it, at least to him. I wasn't ready yet. I wasn't ready to face it myself really. If I was going to talk to anyone about it, I was going to talk to my father. It was time that he knew all that he put me through. My father had to become responsible for his actions.

"Talking is a good thing." Pitch followed me out the door.

"I'm not going to talk." I said. "Drop it."

"But."

"I said 'drop it'. Got it?" I spun around and faced him. I'm sure the expression on my face made him shut up and just nod. "Good. Now what do you want to do today?" I changed the subject.

A/N kind of a filler chapter, but its out now. Hope you enjoyed it. Like I promised out before thanksgiving. Review.