Tears still fall down my face as I point the loaded gun towards my sperm donor. I clicked the safety off as soon as I got my hands on it.

This is the man who left and broke my mother, leaving me to fend for myself. If it wasn't for Liam's family, I don't know where I'd be.

All because of this man.

I saw the gun sticking out of my "fAtHeR's" pants, and I grabbed it without thinking. Now, I know that this is my only opportunity to get out of here.

"I'm leaving this fucking place. If you or anyone else tries to stop me, I'll shoot!" I keep my eyes on him, to show that I'm serious.

He just shakes his head, looking sad. But right now, I could give a fuck about his sadness.

"It doesn't have to be this way Sand-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I absolutely cannot stand to hear that name ever again. Especially from him.

Feeling enraged, I now point the gun directly at him. Right between his eyes. His light brown eyes look back at me calmly, which pisses me off even more.

We have a standoff, just me and him. I don't pay attention to anyone else around me, just him. I feel like I want to kill him. I really do. But I remember the lives depending on me, and I know that if I kill this man, it's over for me.

I don't know what's going to happen if I put the gun down, so I keep it trained on the deadbeat.

"Here." I recognize Charlie's emotionless voice close to me. I look at him from my peripheral vision, not wanting to take my eyes off of my fAtHeR.

He's standing right next to me, holding out a set of keys. Car keys.

I was so focused on the sperm donor that I didn't even sense him coming up to me. My skills must be getting rusty.

"My car is the black Lamborghini. Go out the door we came in and make a left. Walk down the long hallway and the car is right on the front lawn."

Slowly, I take my right hand off of the gun and take the keys from Charlie. Then, still not taking my eyes off of the sperm donor, I back up slowly until I'm at the dining room entrance.

"Where is my phone." It's a question, but my tone is so calm and stoic, that it sounds like a statement.

"I'll have it sent to you." The sperm donor speaks making me flinch a bit.

"You know where I live?" I let out a humorless laugh. "Wait, don't answer that. Of course you fucking know where I live. You probably had men watching me since I got here, right? Right?!"

Sperm donor just looks away, which answers my question.

I feel violated in every way. I just bought that house! How could I stay there, knowing that this man knows where Daria and I lay our heads? Feeling my emotions boil over, I turn the gun slightly and fire.

Ana is the only one who screams. The rest just stare at me.

The bullet lodges itself in the wall right behind my sperm donor's head. The bastard didn't even flinch. He brings his fingers to his cheek, seeing blood when he pulls them away.

I grazed his fucking cheek on purpose.

Watching the whole room, I back up some more.

"If I see anyone watching my house, I will shoot them without question." Like I just did. With that, I leave and make a left, sprinting down the elegant hallway.

I hear a burst of activity along with angry voices behind me, but I keep running.

Just like Charlie said, I reach the front door. Wasting no time, I yank them open and run out onto the perfectly manicured lawn. I spot the black Lamborghini, like Charlie said, and I make a beeline towards it.

Getting in, expensive smelling cologne fills my nose. I don't bother putting on my seatbelt, I just start up and squeal tires out of there.

In the rearview mirror, I watch as the huge mansion fades into the distance. I know that my life will never be the same.

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I drive aimlessly, mad as a hatter.

I keep laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, then I cry at the ridiculousness of the situation.

My head is throbbing with questions, but I'm in survival mode right now, so I lock them away.

I drive for at least an hour until I see a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Feeling relief flow through me, I pull over and park near the door.

I want to scream in frustration when I realize that I don't have any money on me. I'm starving and I can't afford to skip meals in my state.

Search the car.

The voice in the back of my head whispers. I feel bad for a split second because this is technically stealing. That feeling goes away quickly when I remember the events that just happened.

I search the seats, under the seats, pockets on the side of the seats, a hidden compartment in the roof, but I come up empty. I feel disappointed until my eyes land on the glove compartment.

I open it slowly, just in case. I stick my hand in, and pull out objects one by one. Here is what I find:

• a gun

• a sword looking knife

• a pack of cinnamon gum

• a wallet stuffed with cash and credit cards

I look at the items warily, before putting them all back. Except for the wallet.

I feel weird using someone else's credit card, so I just take the cash. I count out three hundred and fifty dollars, but I only take a hundred.

After I'm all set, I get out of the car, lock it, and make my way inside the gas station.

It's surprisingly nice inside.

A cute little girl who doesn't look a day over fifteen, greets me when I walk in. I've had a shitty ass day, but I'm not rude, so I greet her back.

I make a beeline towards the hot food that's on display, my mouth watering with hunger. The girl walks over to where I am.

"Can I get you anything?"

I eye the food a little longer before making my decision.

"Yes, I'll take the chilli cheese hotdog with the jalapenos on it, 3 pieces of the dark meat fried chicken, one chicken sandwich, 2 corn on the cobs, and a dozen of the buffalo boneless wings please."

The girl smiles brightly at me. "Coming right up!"

I've never seen a gas station that served food like this before, but I'm happy they do. Even though the girl is packing up the food I ordered, looking at the other varieties of food makes me want to order more.

I ignore that urge and fix myself a blueberry slushie instead. By the time I'm finished that, the girl has my food ready at the counter. I snatch a jumbo dark chocolate twix bar before making my way over.

"Is that all for you today?" The girl asks as she rings up my order.

"Yes but do you know how to get to Victoria from here? I'm completely lost, and my phone is dead."

"Sure! To get to Victoria, just keep driving north. At the fork in the road, turn left. Keep driving and you'll reach Victoria in no time! Also, your total is 26.50."

I grin, happy to know that there's still some kind people in the world. "Thank you so much!" I pay for my items and leave.

Back in the Lambo, I tear into the food immediately. The cheesy, spicy, hotdog is like heaven on my tastebuds and I mean out loud. I finish the hotdog quickly, anxious to get home.

As I drive, I eat. It may seem dangerous, but I'm the only person on the road so it's fine.

I've been trying to block it out, but now that I'm on my way home, I can't help but to think about my fAtHeR and siblings.

How dare he? Why decide to show up in my life now? Now that I'm starting to piece myself back together, he comes along and rips me apart.

I don't even know how I feel about Chuck and Charlie at this point. Especially knowing that he left us, and made a whole new happy family. What was I? Trash to be discarded? I would never leave my children like he left me. No matter what the reason.

Chuck is only three years younger than me. That means he moved on with his new family quickly. I don't even know how old Charlie is, but he looks around my age. That is even worse. I can't even stand to think about it.

Getting tired of running circles in my head, I blast the radio as I drive and eat. It's not the same as earlier today, but I'm trying.

At this point all I can do is try.

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I reach home in another hour and a half.

I park the Lambo any kind of way and sprint into the house.

Daria's car isn't in the driveway, but she has to be here. She just has to be.

"Daria? Daria?!" I run around the dark house like a headless chicken. I stop in the middle of the kitchen and take a breath. I need to stay calm.

I don't have my phone, but...

When Harry died, I kept all of his personal things. Things that he would keep on him at all times.

I run upstairs to my room and ransack my closet, looking for it. I finally find it at the bottom of a shoebox.

Feeling tears well up in my eyes, I turn on Harry's phone and dial Daria's number.

"H-hello?"

"Daria! Thank God, are you okay? Where are you?"

"Um, I'm at Simone's house, remember?"

"What?"

"You texted me earlier, telling me that you wouldn't be home and to order pizza. I didn't want to be home alone so I asked if I could stay with Simone or Winona. You said yes, and I texted you later that I was going to Simone's house, but you never answered. Are you okay, Ellie?"

Those bastards! What the hell were they planning? Were they even going to let me go back home?

Red hot anger pulses through me, but I remember that Daria is waiting on a response.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's just pregnancy brain. Have fun with Simone, okay? Let me know when you get to school safely tomorrow, okay?"

"Oookaaayy. I will. Are you sure you're okay?"

I roll my eyes. This girl is too smart for her own good. "I'm cool as a cucumber. I love you, bye!"

She tells me she loves me too, and we hang up.

I stare at Harry's phone, curious as hell about what's on it. We never looked through each other's phones because we completely trusted each other. Now that he's gone... I'm just curious.

I go to his messages first.

I smile sadly at the messages between all of us, and a group chat that has all the boys in it.

Moving along, I look at the type of apps that he had. Harry was never one to be involved with social media, so there's none of that. Instead he has Candy Crush, Two Dots, a couple of restaurant apps, and Wattpad. That makes me laugh out loud. I didn't even know he had gotten his own wattpad!

Next, I go to his pictures.

Pictures of me, pictures of us together, and pictures of the whole gang. I click on a picture of him that I took myself.

I took it while he wasn't paying attention, and he has his resting bitch face on, but it makes me want to cry.

I miss him.

Fighting tears, I quickly turn the phone off and throw it back into the box. I put the box away and go into my bathroom to shower this horrible day off of me.

I strip out of the borrowed clothes and fold them neatly. Then I hop in the shower and turn the water on the hottest setting.

As the steaming water runs down my body, all I can do is think.

I can't believe all of this happened in one day. I found out I'm having twins, Liam kissed me then abandoned me, and I got kidnapped by my sperm donor and met my half siblings. It's been a long ass day.

I start to get grumpy when I realize that I forgot to pick up my prescriptions at my pharmacy. I would wait until tomorrow, but I need them now.

Still, I take my time in the shower. When I'm done, I wrap a towel around my body and my hair. Next, I lather my body in coconut lotion and towel dry my hair. I walk into my closet and put on a navy blue, long sleeved jumpsuit. I pair it with black flats, and leave my shoulder length hair down to air dry.

Sighing in irritation, I get the keys to the Lambo and go downstairs. I pick at the leftover gas station food for a bit, then I leave the house.

I make sure to lock up the house, double checking it before I leave.

But when I turn around, the Lambo is gone. In it's place is my car.

My breathing picks up as I look around my front lawn frantically. What the fuck? How did they even do this without me realizing?

Then it hits me.

As soon as I left, they sent someone to follow me. How they got my car from across town? I have no idea.

Throwing the car keys down on the ground, I take out my gun and shoot them until they're unrecognizable.

Taking a deep breath, I make my way over to my car and get in.

The keys are still in the ignition, and on the passenger seat is my phone and my purse.

Trying not to let my emotions get the best of me, I start up and leave.

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