At school the next day I can't pay attention to anything, the thought of having to see my dad is enveloping any other thought that tries to enter my dad, like a dark cloud taking over my mind. What's he going to say? What if he somehow finds a way to make everything even worse? I wouldn't put it past him, he's already made my life a living hell.

Lena takes me out of school early to go and see him. That's one of the upsides of this whole mess; getting to go with her instead of my social worker or Rita. I'd rather not go at all, but if this is what it takes to get my family back, then this is what has to be done.

"It'll be okay. If you need to get out of the room for a second you can just tell me, and we'll go and take a breather," Mama says.

"What are the odds of him winning this fight? Winning me?" It's like I've become some kind of object.

"If he just wants what's best for you, he'll let you decide." There's no decision to make

"I've already made my mind up."

There's a long winding driveway up to his house, or should I say mansion. He's rich, or at least his family is. Hedges shaped in perfect circles line the gravel drive. The lawn seems to go on for miles, must take a whole week just to mow it. Lena rings the doorbell and we're met by a man in a tuxedo, a butler. He doesn't say anything, he just takes our coats and brings us inside. The interior of the house does not disappoint, high ceilings, hardwood floors, windows so tall you'd need a ladder just to close the curtains. The butler takes us to a big set of double doors that he pushes open and there sits two men, both wearing suits.

"Gracie?" One of them stands. "I'm your father," His voice shakes as he speaks; sounds more nervous than me.

"This is my mother," I respond. Lena approaches him and shakes his hand, but his eyes stay fixed on me like he's scared I might escape. I'd be lying if I said the thought hadn't crossed my mind.

"Uh, come in, we should talk." He gestures to the seats opposite him on his giant dining table. It's more like a boardroom table, the kind you'd have in the houses of parliament in London, the table is big enough for at least thirty people to sit around. Greg sits back down next to the man. I don't feel nervous anymore, just angry.

"Let's make this quick," I say as I sit down. "Stef and Lena are my mothers and the Adams-Fosters are my family. I don't want to be involved with you in any way." I can feel Lena looking at me.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, you're biologically my daughter, and if I had known about you, I would have raised you, I want to make up for that." My blood boils.

"You think you know what's best for me?" I scoff.

"I'm your father, of course, I do." The man sitting next to him, presumably his lawyer takes notes as we speak. It's funny, he claims to want to be my father, a father keeps you safe, but I feel like I'm sat in another police station, only this time I'm the one being interrogated. I will not let him make me feel this way.

"If you knew what was best for me, you would have at least waited to talk to me before forcing me to live in a home full of teenaged criminals and junkie." He looks shocked. "You assumed I wouldn't speak to you unless I had to, which is true, but I wasn't given a chance to tell anyone how I feel about this until I was locked up in that place."

"I was trying to keep you safe," He retorts.

"I was safe!" I raise my voice and slam my hands down on the table. "For the first time in my entire life! You took me out of a home full of people who love me and respect me. Yeah, you're right, it's horrible being happy." I say sarcastically.

"Gracie," Lena stops me.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude. But I'm mad. I want to be with my family."

"I am your family!" He yells across the table.

"My real family!" I match his volume. "I should go." I stand up. "I have chores to get done." I try to calm down.

"Chores?" He looks confused. "They treat you like slaves in that house, don't they?"

"You're the reason I'm there, so don't try and play the concerned parent. I'd rather be there scrubbing the entire house from top to bottom every day for the rest of my life over being anywhere near you. You ruined my life." I kick my chair back and stomp my way out of his house, snatching my jacket from the butler. Lena follows straight away, she's the type of person who would stay and apologize for my behavior, but she's just as mad as I am.

"I wish there was a way for me just snap my fingers and fix this." She says on the way to GU.

"Me too," I say.

"We'll get this all straightened out," She tries to reassure me, but my life was never meant to work out.

When I get back, I need a moment to myself in my room, but Rita insists on me helping the girls clean up, I missed dinner altogether. Gabi's back at it with the mop, but again, there are too many witnesses for her to do anything.

Over the next few days, I don't have any classes, so I have to spend the whole day in this house. But I've spent it studying. Gabi's been managing to get me alone and threaten me a lot, she kneed me in the ribs too. But I can take it. I feel like I'm back in the system again, like nothing's changed, I'm just another foster kid again. The past few months at the Fosters feel like a weird dream.

Tomorrow's Family Day, I'm pretty sure the other girls will vote for me to get my privileges, but not Gabi, she'd do anything to make me miserable, or more miserable. We have to deep clean the whole house before the group meeting. I'm somewhat excited, because if I do get my privileges, then I'll get to see Stef and all the other kids too. I miss hanging out with Jude and listening to Jesus' dumb music through the walls, I miss Mariana asking me and Callie for opinions on her clothes and Callie trying her best not to fall asleep when she tries on a million different outfits, I miss Stef being strict about clearing the table and tidying our rooms. I miss it all.

We've been working hard cleaning; Kiara has been playing her music and we've been singing along. It's been kind of fun. Kiara, Gabi, and I are selected to clean the kitchen while Becka, Carmen, and Cole are busy setting up the living room. Now there's only one girl to get rid of. Gabi is going to try something, the fewer witnesses, the easier the attack. The second Kiara goes to take the trash out, I know I'm in trouble. I try to dodge her as she suddenly shoves me against the counter.

"I heard you crying last night." Her arms lean against the counter either side of my hips, I'm trapped. "Kiara might be a light sleeper, but I'm not." I try to duck under her arm and try to get out of the kitchen, but I trip on something and I feel my head crash against something before I hit the floor. When I look back up at Gabi, I can see she has her foot underneath mine. She tripped me up.