Sierra pulled the car in front of the driveway and stopped, taking a deep breath.

"You alright love?" Becky whispered, reaching over to take her hand and she gave it a squeeze.

"I'm scared to death Becky." Sierra admitted, sighing. "Maybe it would be better if you waited for me back at the hotel."

"Not a chance of that happening. You're being in this mess is partially my fault so I'm not about to let you do this alone."

"But..."

"No. Now come on...the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go back to the hotel and spend some time together." Becky said and Sierra smiled a little.

She started the car up and pulled in the driveway, parking in front of the house. As she got out of the car, she looked up to see her dad standing on the front porch. "Hi dad."

"You get in the house and leave...her in the car." Stan Moore snapped, looking at Becky in disgust.

"With all due respect sir...Sierra isn't going in there without me." Becky stated, walking around the car and standing next to Sierra.

"She's my daughter, she'll do exactly what I tell her to."

"Your daughter is well over the age of eighteen and capable of making her own decisions."

Sierra's face burned with shame and embarrassment as she stood next to Becky.

Stan growled, glaring at Becky in hatred. "Fine. Both of you get in here then." He said, turning around and walking in the house.

"Becky please..."

"You heard him love, let's go inside. It's going to be ok...I promise."

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It was all the same, nothing in the house had changed in the ten years since she had been back. That was the first thing Sierra noticed when she walked into the house, the second thing she noticed was her mom sitting on the couch, tissues balled in her hands as she cried. "Mom..."

"Sierra! Oh, how could you do this to me?!" Sarah wailed, hiding her face in her hands.

"Mom I..."

"Do you see what you're doing to your mother?! She's been crying nonstop ever since you posted that...filth!"

"Dad it's not filth."

"It's disgusting, sinful filth! We raised you better than that Sierra!" Her dad shouted as she began to cry.

"Sir, you need to..."

"You stay out of this! My daughter wouldn't be acting this way if it wasn't for you!"

"Dad please stop." Sierra whispered, grabbing a tissue and wiping her eyes.

"Stop?! You want me to stop?! You're nothing but a whore just like I knew you always would be!"

"I'm not a whore!" She yelled, standing up and looking at him. "I'm still the same person I've always been."

"No, you're not! The daughter I raised would never do something so disgusting and disgraceful to her family!"

"That's it...we're leaving. Come on love." Becky said, standing up and taking Sierra by the hand.

"Take your hands off my daughter! She's not going anywhere with you!"

"She's right dad...we're leaving. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment and disgrace to you and mom but I refuse to apologize for the way I feel about Becky." Sierra stated and he looked at her in shock.

"If you walk out that door now...don't you ever bother coming back. You're no longer welcome in this house!"

"If that's the way you want it then that's how it'll be." She whispered as she and Becky walked out the front door.

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"You alright love?" Becky asked, stopping in the yard and pulling her into a hug.

"Not right now but I will be." Sierra replied, smiling at her. "Thank you for being here with me today and for standing up for me."

"There's no need to thank me Sierra. I like you a lot and I'm always going to be here for you."

Not caring that her parents might be watching, Sierra pressed her lips to Becky's in a sweetly passionate kiss. "Let's get out of here."