George's POV

It was on Sunday forenoon when I found myself on the porch steps outside the Jacoby's house. A girl with long, light brown hair in braids came and opened the door. She might have been three or four years old, and then turned around and ran through the short hallway and out of my sight. Soon I heard steps of bigger feet and Aaron Jacoby came out. He seemed to be still wearing PJ: pants with a big T- shirt, he's hair was tousled and the light- brown curls were pointing in every direction possible.

"Mr. Knight," He rubbed his eyes. "Come in, sorry about my daughter's behavior." I assured him it was just fine as he lead me into a small kitchen. A boy- maybe six or seven years old sat by the table eating from a bowl with milk and cereal, just as Mr. Jacoby pointed to a chair for me to sit on, the boy took his bowl and spoon, put it in the sink and ran out of my sight.

"No running in the house Alex" Mr. Jacoby shouted after- what I guessed was his son. "So…" he looked to me. "Where were we?" We started talking about what had happened on Friday, it turned out he had to stay longer at work- if he hadn't he'd never have been there. He was a rock- climber and that's why he kept rope and those things in the car. After some talking between me and him I got to know that he had spent longer time at work because he was trying to explain to his- earlier- boss why he had been late. And therefore getting himself re- employed- which had been proved to be useless.

I knew Mr. Jacoby wasn't telling me the whole story, but I could see big parts of the truth in his eyes. He was exhausted and close to giving up hope. He had three children, and mentioned just passing by that both himself and his wife had been kicked out of the lives of their parents when they got pregnant at sixteen.

"DAD!" A shout from one of the children came in the middle of Mr. Jacoby's sentence, he looked up and the shout was followed by a sentence. "Alex is laying on my bed and he won't get off." Mr. Jacoby sighed before shouting back.

"Get off your sister's bed Alexander." Mumbles were heard from the bedroom shared by Mr. Jacoby's son and two daughters. Soon enough later a shout of pain was heard and a little girl came running out in the kitchen with her hands on her head.

"Daddy Alex pulled my hair really hard." She cried, Mr. Jacoby got up and checked so the girl was alright and then turned towards the boy who now stood in the doorway.

"Alexander Matthew Jacoby…" The boy quickly turned around and ran down the hall, Mr. Jacoby looked apologetic to me before following his son. He came back with his son's hand in his and lifted Alex- as I guessed his name was onto a chair by the wall.

"Now you sit there until you're ready to apologize to your sister and behave." He patted the little girl's head and she ran out to the bedroom. "Sorry about that." He sat down on the opposite side of the table from me again. "Now where were we..." I had already made up my mind about the offer I was going to make him, but I needed to speak to my wife, my daughter and do some other phone- calls first.

"How about… I come back this afternoon. I have got an idea, I will make you an offer but to know I can give you it I need to make a few phone- calls and talk to my family."

"You really don't have to give me anything in return sir." Mr. Jacoby answered me, I shook my head.

"No I don't. But you saved my daughter's life. If I could I'd give you everything you need and want. And I think I've got a good plan so… may I talk a bit to your children and your wife?" Mr. Jacoby nodded and I met his wife Molly- a round- cheeked woman with kind eyes. Alexander- who usually went by Alex- a mischievous six year old and Charlotte and Elizabeth- who usually went by Charlie and Liz- identical three year olds with the same light- brown curls as their father- and that I knew I would never be able to tell who was who.

I went home, made calls to my wife, a few guys that worked for me, talked to the woman who had been a nanny for Teeghan when she was little, talked to Teeghan and at last went into a part of our mansion that hadn't been touched since my mother died.

This was the part of the mansion I had grown up in, it had multiple bedrooms, kitchen, living room and everything else there was needed for someone to live there. But I had had a hard time going in here since my parents died, first dad then mum in less than two months. That's why I had re- built the whole guest- part of the house and made that to our living.

I walked into what had been my bedroom as a boy, I had moved out in our part of the house when I was eighteen so this room still had posters around the walls- of queen. An old LP: player stood in a corner with a bunch of LP:s laying next to it. Everything was dusty, the bed was nicely made but apart from that it looked like this could still be someone living here.

I looked around the room, everyone had agreed for what I wanted to do. It would need that the Jacoby's agreed too, and I had even looked up what kind of qualification Mr. Jacoby had- he had only finished high school, but he had everything there was needed to work for me- if he wanted that is. With one last look around my room I stood up, walked to my car and headed back to the Jacoby's.

"I'm about to make you an offer." I said when I sat by the Jacoby's table again. "I have spoken to my family, a few friends, checked up your education." Mr. Jacoby frowned- he was probably thinking of me as a stalker right now. "I can give you a job. If you want it, I can also give you a part of my house- a good bit away from where I live. And let you and your family move in there. It would mean that the children could have each room, and of course if you want the job you will have to get paid a pretty good amount of money." Mr. Jacoby put his head in his hands and seemed to think about my offer- At last he looked up at me.

"Mr. Knight… I can't… it's too much." I shook my head.

"You saved my Teeghan, I'd give you anything. Now- that part of the house have just been collecting dust for the last twelve years."

"I need to talk with my family." Mr. Jacoby stood up, and went out of my sight. A while later they came back all five and we made up that they'd come and see the rooms and everything- then make up their minds.

Lex POV

"Are you sure you want to do this. You know you don't have to." Mum said while I put the second DVD in the player. I looked up at her, then looked back to the TV without a word. At last I answered her quietly, but without looking at her.

"I might as well get it over with. And I want to know what it was Brian never wanted me to see." I turned the DVD on and sat down in front of dad in one of the sofas. I started with sitting by myself but it can't have been ten seconds when dad pulled me closer. I leaned my back against his side as he wrapped his arm around me.

The screen first went black, then I saw the clip of- basically the same thing that the last DVD was, it was filmed in our kitchen, it was empty, all the while until Maddie was pushed over the floor and Brian came into the picture. Soon Wyatt and I came into the picture as well. He was holding on to my shirt, and forced me to stand up and watch Brian hurt Maddie.

"I'm not doing anything." I said. "Why am I not fighting him?" I gasped for my breath when I wanted to keep myself from crying as soon as possible, dad pressed his lips against the top of my head for a split second.

"Lex." He spoke up. "You know that whatever this DVD will show us, nothing will ever make us love you less alright." I nodded and kept on watching for the next fifteen minutes, then the screen went black for a second or two, and then a clip from the living room in the same house came up. There was a date and time in a corner.

25/12/09 3:18 A.M.

Christmas day, about a year after Katheryn left and about a year before Maddie and I were shot. I sighed and then watched Brian and Wyatt come into the room, they were groggily swaying back and forth as Wyatt disappeared out of the picture and Brian made his way through the living room, Maddie was sleeping in an arm chair but I got up and looked up to him. He pushed me away, I got up and looked up to him and took his hand.

The screen blinked, and showed a scene from a gym hall at my old school. I knew instantly that it was my graduation in Junior High, there was a student coming up to the principal, shook her hand and got a diploma- kind of like it would be at High School.

Then there was a bang, the camera tilted and showed Brian stumble out of the gym, I remembered the shame then. And felt ashamed again when I realized everyone in the gym had turned to look at the big drunk stumbling towards the locker rooms.

"Marie Gretchen" G, they had been at G in alphabetic order when Brian had left. I was R, it was so far left and had just barely started when Brian left. How come nobody saw then? I wondered for a second. How come that wasn't enough for anyone to know that he wasn't what I claimed he was, and for somebody to act.

The screen blinked again and this time to Brian sitting alone by the kitchen table. He looked to the camera and spoke. And there was something in his eyes and body- language that I hadn't really seen before.

"Alexandria… if you ever see this." I swallowed, then brain- stormed but I couldn't find one reason for why he would leave a message for me. "I… I have done many wrongs. And I keep on telling you that I hate you. But the thing is. I hate that I love you. I don't want to love you, or anyone else. I hate that I love you, I hate that I love your mother, and I hate that I love your brother and sister. I hate that I hate myself for doing the things I'm doing. So… I don't want you to believe that I would ever hate you- because I don't. I just hate that I love you."

The screen blinked again and then went black. I quickly loosened myself from dad's grip and ran into the bathroom. I locked the door then leaned over the sink as I thought I was gonna get sick. I heard mum's voice on the other side of the door.

This was really not what I wanted to hear. Even if people might thought that. I had been trying my hardest to hate my biological dad, only to realize that I was just the same. I hated that I loved him. After all that he had done I still loved him

Maybe I was just the same, confused about anything, everything and nothing. Maybe I was walking in his footsteps, but if he was leading me. Then I would be walking on a road that was turning and going back and forth all the time. In footsteps that couldn't really be walked in.

The clips on the DVD are based on the song walk a little straighter daddy by Billy Currington