I slowly open my eyes. A pulsing pain coming from my temples. I try to lift my hand to touch my temples but come to realize I was restrain with ropes on my wrist tied to a wooden chair.

I goan as I lifted my head. The pain still constant. I blink a few times trying to get my vision back.

I look around to find myself is a dark room almost like a basement. A single dim light shined in the center of the room. Like any old basement. It was made of wood. The walls looked to be on their last day and cold cement touch my feet. A door was behind me with a single square window.

I looked around to see if Zac was around he wasn't.

But a there was a single table a few feet away from me. I saw different types of knifes on the table.

Fear, terror slowly began to creep inside me. Without noticing a whimper escape my lips.

"Please. Please. Please." I beg to the dark room. Tears leaked from my eyes.

I started to shake in the chair.

I can't die, not like this. I have a family, a child to live for. My mom to care for.

"Well don't you look lovely." A cold, chilling voice called from behind me.

I twisted my neck to see who was behind me.

No, God, NO.

Annabelle slowly walks towards me. Her finger gazes a knife before she picks it up as she begins to walk towards me. She has a big smile on her face.

Tears escape my eyes as I look at her take a seat in front of me.

"You want to know why I hate you so much?" Annabelle asks me. I truly did want to know why but I kept quiet.

"Answer me! Or are you too stupid to understand me?" Annabelle jumps from her seat, placing the cold metal against my neck. I whimper.

"Why do you hate me so much?" I whisper.

She again takes a seat in front of me. "Well, let's see," Annabelle holds up her hand and counts, "One, I just don't understand why they ever let you enter school with us. It's one of the best schools in the state and they you, a poor, lowly girl, in the school A school that was suppose to be for only the best. I hate that all the teachers praised you. 'Such a hard working girl." Annabelle snarls.

I simply stare at her.

"That's not the only reason though. I hate you because everyone like you but I changed that. I made up rumors about you and that all turned their back on you and I loved it. David, too, at one point liked you but I was quickly to change his mind." I stare at Annabelle with a blank expression on your face. If theses are the reason he hates me for then I pity her for life is so shallow and meaningless, if she held that much anger for someone isn't relevant in her life.

Annabelle swings the knife back and forth. A sinister grin on her face. She gets up from the chair she was sitting on, circling around me. "Do you know that there are other people who hate you more than I do. Amazing." Annabelle twirls a strand of my hair on her fingers before getting a hold of more and yanking my head back.

I flinch from the pain but otherwise stay quiet as I look up to her.

"Your father sure does express his feeling for you." Annabelle laughs.

I hear the door open and the sounds of heels and shoes echos through the basement.

"Well, look here friends." Annabelle announces cheerfully. She releases my hair which I take the opportunity to look at the new comers.

I start to tear up when I see who enters. I take a good look at Zac. He could have been a handsome man if it weren't for the ugliness that overpowers his face.

I then glance at the women beside him. "You!" I yell in shock.

"Me." The pretty blonde says. The same blonde that was with Aiden this morning.

"Miss me?" She taunts. They all pull up a chair and sit in front of me.

"Lisa, sweet sweet, Lisa. How is life treating you?" Zac asks. I don't answer.

"I found out that you got married and have a child. Wonderful, who would have thought a girl like you would ever find someone." Zac laughs. "But it seems that your husband just couldn't keep it in his pants." Zac takes a hold of the blonde hand and kisses it.

"Grace, here , has been in loved with that husband of your and when she finally got her chance with him you came in the picture. Now she was about to give up when I came to her and Annabelle." Zac informs me.

"Do you know that I'm not the only person who hates you." Zac squeezes my chin.

"Why?" I ask. I have always wondered why he hates me the way he does. I never did anything to him, in fact if I remember correctly I loved him.

"Why?" Zac returns. " I guess your mother hasn't told you. Selfish bitch. She doesn't want you to lose that great image you have of her but let me tell you she isn't the pure women you worship."

Zac squads so he is at eye level with me. "I'm not your dad." He sighs before getting up. "But I'm pretty sure you have already known that."

I didn't but I did suspected.

"I met your mother when she was a student at medical school. I thought she was the most beautiful women I have ever seen." Zac sits on the table a faraway look on his face as he continues his story. "I fell in love with her but she wouldn't even look at me. I was a mechanic that worked close to the university. I learned that she had a boyfriend. A rich boy. I thought on giving up since they looked like they were serious but a few months later I couldn't get her out of my head and went to see her at school. I was getting the courage to talk to her. I saw her walking down the street when I overheard some girls talking about how the guy she was dating was engaged and dumped her. I felt bad but saw my opportunity. I walked up to her and talked to her. We became friends. I could see how heartbroken she was. I saw this as an advantage. I asked her to marry me. I loved her the moment I saw her. She was mine.She belonged to me. I hated the man she dated for he got all her love while I had to settle for her affection. I believed that I could make her fall in love with me in time. We were going to get married. I was the happiest man alive. Your mother looked happy too I thought she had finally fallen in love with me." Zac jumped down from the table to stand in front of me again a knife in his hand.

I swallow my fear wanting to hear the rest.

"Soon after we got married we found out she was pregnant and I knew. I knew. You weren't mine. It was too soon. I asked her and she said yes. I was so upset but willing to take you as mine, but as months went by I saw as she paid more attention to you than me. I was jealous but I thought that a child could bring us closer together. She left medical school for she couldn't afford it and if was to much with you. She got a job, life was running smoothly until that day you were born. I held you in my arms and hated you. You were the son of that man. You got his features. A remainder for the both of us of him. I thought I could be happy but the hatred I felt was too big. I lived everyday to make your life hell like you were making mine." Zac finishes.

Tears streamed down my face. This man caused me the greatest of pain but I pity him. Pity that he had fallen for a women that was not for him. Pity that he ruined his own life. But no amount of pity could justify the pain that he causes us. That was a coward's way. A man should never treat women the way he did and if he hates us that much he should have left.

"Why didn't you leave us?" I ask him.

"Your mother was to important to me but love later turned to hatred too. Her punishment for her sins were done by my hand." Zac smiles.

"I hate you. You are a coward." I find the courage to utter words at him.

Zac simply shrugs before lifting his hand to backhand me. My head whips to the side from the force he used.

"No your mother is the coward. She has yet to tell you who your father is. It's okay because I'll enjoy telling the great news."

I wait. Zac moves around. Grace and Annabelle watching us with unreadable expressions of their faces.

"Your father, the man who left your mother. The man I hate is the same man that walked to down the aisle. The man who stayed beside your mother when you were kidnapped." Zac says.

I shake my head in denial.

"Oh yes sweetheart. None other than Gabriel Hawthorne." Zac laughs humorlessly.

"You're lying."

"Oh no,I'm not. Gabriel is your father.Who would have thought y'all would ever meet again. That man wasn't suppose to come back." Zac hisses.

I cry. For the pain I feel is not from my head but my heart.

"Once I got out of jail. I had to find a way to ruin the way y'all ruined me." Zac continues.

" I watched you for sometime. That is how I met Annabelle. From a mile away I saw the hatred she felt for you." Zac stood up and walked towards Annabelle, caressing her cheek.

"He walked up to me and explained his relation to you. Your infamous father I got to finally meet." Annabelle gifts Zac a charming smile.

I want to throw up. Bile comes up my throat and I can't hold it anymore.

I throw up.

All over myself. The restraints won't let me move. So I ,therefore, throw up all over myself.

I throw up until my throat burns and the tears stop. I cough a few times but even that hurts.

In the distant I hear laughter which infuriates me. I lift my head with the dignity I have left.

"They will know I'm missing." I state confident that I will get out even though deep down I felt helpless.

"Perhaps but by the time they do. You'll be long gone." Zac graces us with a sinister grin. My fate sealed.

"What do you obtain with my death?" I question in order to stall.

"Satisfaction."

One word but a million emotions.

One word that is my sentence. I look at all of their faces for this could be the last thing I see but I pray that I don't.

Aiden must have notice me missing and Amelia all alone. I hope-hope that he calls the police.

I swallow before speaking. "You'll go right back to jail. All of you." I state hoping they would reconsider there deicisions.

"Oh well, baby, to me going to jail is nothing. These girls fathers with a snap of their fingers, they won't step a foot in jail." Zac gloat with his arms wrapped around with the girls as if they were prizes.

They looked picture perfect. All beautiful on the outside but such repulsivness oozing out from every inch of their body.

"When you look in the mirror every day I hope you see what you have done and will do. I hope it haunts every night when close your eyes it will be my face you see. I will always be there torturing your mind." I vow with such vengeance pouring into my words.