I have a questions for you. Why in the fucking hell would you want to go see the person who tried to kill you? I mean think about it. What if he tries to do it again?

I hadn't even given Pat a chance to respond to my statement. I just got up and left. I didn't want to hear her tell me no. Cause we both know I'm going either way. That's why it was a statement, and not a question.

Taylor hasn't shut up since I made the desion to go and meet our father. But nothing was going to stop me. I wanted to at least meet him. See if he even recognize me. Which he most likely wont cause you know....I not a year old anymore. And also, I was on a mission. And everyone knows that nothing changes my mind once I start.

We don't know anything about him.

Fine. But I'm not going to be the one to tell Travis.

He isn't going to be happy about this.

God we are going to be in deep shit. We're already in shit. Just wait till Pat tells everyone.

I just got a growl in response. At least she shut up though.

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I had sat my alarm to wake me up at eight. I didn't want to go to school yet. And lucky me, it was the weekend. So we cool. Anyway, today was the day I was going to go see my father. After I said that to Pat, I just went to bed. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone else.

I know that I just woke up yesterday from my how ever fucking many months nap. But I was feeling nice and ready to go today.

I was going to see my father, and he was the CEO. So I guess you could say that I had to dress up a little for it. I mean I wasn't going to wear my school outfits into his office. That would just send the message that I was trouble. Even though I was. I didn't want him to know that yet.

But at the same time, I wasn't going to change my look. Well, not completely change it.

Walking down the stairs, I heard people in the kitchen.

FUCK! Now I have to walk by people. And lets not forget that I do need a ride, and I don't have a car. Cause the fucking Lambo is completely destroyed. UGH! And also, I Highly doubt that Pat would let me drive the car anyway. Not after what I said to her. And cause she most likely doesn't want me to go anyway.

So I guess I'm walking.

As I started towards the front door, with my phone and earphones in hand, I heard someone call my name.

SHIT! So close.

"What?" I called back. My hand on the door knob.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Pat asked. She was right behind me now.

"Sure." I sighed. But still kept my hand on the door.

"Look I know you want to go see him. But I don't think its a good idea. And yes I know how you are. Once you put your mind to something, there is almost no way to change it." Pat took a deep breath. "So i'm not going to try."

This surprised me. Was she just playing me? Trying to make me say never mind forget it. Well if that was her plan. It wasn't going to work.

"I'll let you go. But I want you to take Travis with you. Or someone else. Just in case something does happen."

I sighed. I didn't want to take anyone with me. Let alone Travis. I didn't want to see him cause I was still embarrassed from last night. But I mean, she does make a good point. And I mean, if that was going to allow me to go, then I guess I have to do it.

"Fine." I turned around. Letting go of the door. "I'll take Cole." I stated. Leaving no room for argument.

"That's fine. You can take the Truck."

We have a truck?

I guess Pat saw the confusion on my face so she went on to explain.

"It was the car that we got for me cause of what happened to the Lambo. What my evil son did to it." Pat growled. "I used the Truck for a while until it got fixed. It's not a nice truck though. But you can take that."

"Thanks." I wasn't going to hug her or anything. I mean I still am mad at her. "COLE!" I shouted.

"YEAH!" He yelled back from somewhere in the house.

"WE ARE GOING ON A ROAD TRIP!"

"I'll get the keys." Pat said as she walked back towards the kitchen.

Just as Cole came running down the stairs, fully dressed with a backpack? Whatever. Pat came in with the keys.

"Please be careful." Pat pleaded.

I just nodded.

"Bye mom. I love you." Cole yelled as he raced to the truck with a big ass smile on his face.

What the fuck is he so happy about?

When Pat said the truck wasn't a nice one. She wasn't kidding. The truck was a piece of crap. I mean it looked worse off than the Lambo. It was completely covered in rust. But hey. It worked.

As I drove, Cole bounced up and down in the passenger seat.

"Where are we going?" He asked excitedly.

"The city." I stated. I don't know what he is so excited for.

"Wait. That's it?" He looked depressed.

"What did you think we were going?" I didn't take my eyes off the road.

"You said we were going on a road trip. So I thought like a true road trip. Hints the backpack."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I wish we were going on a road trip. But sadly no."

"Obviously." I could practically hear his eyes roll. "So where are we going? Like where in the city?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm going to meet my father."

"Well shit." Cole said.

"Yup."

"Did Pat tell you where to find him?"

I guess not everyone knew who my true father was.

"She didn't have to."

"Then how do you know where he is?"

"His name is Max Davenport."

"HOLY SHIT!"

yup. He said it.