Cheers for the reviews girls. Wayy appreciated. This was popular on the official boards, so I thought I'd take my chances here. Big step and all. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy, feedback is welcome again.
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Part Two – Explanation

I reached into my bag for Puggle. He wasn't there. Harry still had him. I sighed deeply and let tears run more ferociously down my cheeks. It might have looked odd. A sixteen year old girl crying over a toy rabbit. But, that's all I have of dad's. The only thing he ever gave me. He didn't have much of a chance after that really. Mum told him she'd had an abortion before her and my grandparents moved away. She was lying. Gran made her. Mum stuck by her guns when Gran wanted me to be adopted.

"Brenna!" I heard a yell. I turned around. It was Dougie. I stood still as he walked closer. "Come back to the house." He smiled. "You and Harry need to talk."

"I'm a mute." I stated lamely.

"If I was Danny that would have worked." He smirked. "Now come on, daddy wants a word."

"Don't make me go back if he just wants to tell me to leave him alone." I looked up at Dougie, on the verge of tears and trying to swallow multiple lumps in my throat that kept trying to resurface.

"He just wants to know you." He said. I stood, arms folded giving him my best glare. "Come on, would I lie to you?" He pouted as we walked up the street together.

"I don't know. You lie on the TV." I shrugged stuffing my hands in my pockets. He frowned and moved his eyebrows slightly for me to continue. "Your body language. You fidget while answering questions, and you look to the left. People look to the right when they're being truthful."

"Where did you get your brains from?" Dougie remarked looking absolutely stunned.

"Mum said I got dad's personality. She's always like. 'Oh you're definitely a Judd'" I quoted off heart one of my mum's favourite sayings.

"How old are you?" Dougie asked suddenly after a few minutes silence. "I still say you look too old to be Harry's kid."

"Sixteen." I replied. "Mum and dad were fifteen when I happened. Not that dad knew that though."

"And people say I'm the dark horse." He remarked eyes wide.

"Oh, I think you are." I said. He just glanced at me and said nothing more until we reached Harry's front door again. "After you." He opened the door for me. I walked inside cautiously.

"He's probably in there." Dougie pointed into what I only assumed to be the living room. "What are you waiting for?" He asked as I remained still, frozen to the spot where I stood.

"Oh right. Sorry. Thank you." I stammered and hesitated before twisting the door handle, walking through into the room.

Harry stood up immediately from his armchair in the corner of the room. There was silence. Jeez this was awkward.

"So, umm, How's Beth, your mum?" He asked.

"Probably calling the police, a search party and possibly the navy as we speak." I pondered, yet again not realising I'd said it out loud. Note to self: must learn how to control one's tongue.

"Doesn't she know you're here?" Harry asked looking rather alarmed again.

"No. My phone died when I was ringing her." I shrugged in reply.

"You could use mine." He said and nodded towards the table nearest me where the phone was situated.

"You don't mind?" I asked.

"No. Go ahead." He smiled awkwardly.

I picked up the phone and dialled the number slowly. Boy, was I in for a bollocking

"Mum?" I spoke warily as she answered.

"Where the bloody hell are you?!" She screamed down the phone, resulting in me having to move it slightly away from my ear to save my hearing. "I've been worried sick!"

"I'm at Da- Umm, Harry's house." I corrected myself quickly. I mean, who's to say he'd want me to call him dad. "Sorry." I added.

"How many times have I specifically asked you not to find him!? What will your gran say?"

"Mum I-.." I was cut short again. She was always one for interrupting.

"I want you home right now young lady! I want you on the next bus or train or taxi I don't care which!" She yelled down the phone once more. This was getting tiresome. I felt the handset being taken off me and Harry placed it to his ear.

"Bethany?" he spoke. "It's okay. Really it is. No, don't cry, Beth. It's fine. She can stay the night. I'll bring her back tomorrow morning. Oh. Well, she could stop the weekend? Okay. The address?" Her got out a pen and scribbled something on his hand. My address. "Monday then. Bye Beth."

He put the phone down slowly and stayed staring at it for a few moments, then looked back up at me. "I knew you looked familiar. Just like Beth."

"Can I have Puggle back please." I asked shyly, looking to the floor.

"Well, I did buy him for you. I don't see why not." Harry chucked the small white rabbit plushie at me and gestured for me to take a seat. I did so and perched myself on the end of the sofa. He sat back down on the armchair opposite me and I felt rather uncomfortable as I felt his gaze upon me yet again.