-Gwen P.O.V-

Jordan was walking next to me as we walked up to my parents house. We were in the middle of the city and I felt like crap. I was with an abusive boyfriend who I didn't even want to be with. During our trip here he was super aggressive. I never wanted to be with someone this violent. I wasn't ready to see my mom today, especially with a psycho piece of shit. I hadn't seen my mom sense I moved for collage. That was a long time ago. Although, I still kept in contact with her to catch up we aren't close anymore. I sort of betrayed her you could say that especially for her dreams of me. Some things you should know about what my mom wanted me to do are one, she wanted me to be a musician prodigy which I messed up by playing the electric guitar my mom insisted on piano but I didn't listen. Two, my mom wanted me to become a doctor which I never ended up doing. And three, she has always wanted me to marry someone she choose for me. Which has sort have worked out in a irritating way, but I hate Jordan. I know for a fact I would rather be with David taking care of the camp and spending my life or some time with him. But no I'm stuck here with this ignorant fucking asshole, guess that dream is out the window. I looked up at the all to familiar but not familiar House I had grown up in for 18 years. We never moved houses, my mom always said get what you need and not what you want. It was always a dumb saying though, when school started I would always have my old crappy shoes and the same light jacket. If I wanted to get a new backpack I couldn't get the cool new style ones. Nope, I would get a old used backpack from Salvation Army. Even though we were rich my mom never let us do anything. She always told me that the money she made was to save for me to go to a big collage. I don't have any siblings so it was always about me going to college. Guess that didn't work out, like I said I betrayed her dreams. I can't believe I'm here standing before my old house. We walked up to the front porch and I knocked on the wooden door. The house was the same as it always had been. Two huge wooden doors in the front, along the sides of the path up to the door there were rose bushes that had just bloomed. The house was beautiful but I knew what lurked inside. The door slid open to my mom who had a purple dress on and a small Black jacket. Her hair was in a braid wrapped around to the side and she had a happy smile on her face.

"Gwendoline, it's so good to see you sweetie!" She gave me a tight hug which I knew was real but didn't seem right.

"It's Gwen, mom." I said rolling my eyes.

"I never did like that nickname but Gwendoline is the name me and your father gave you, and you don't care about us, except for this wedding!" She clapped her hands with excitement.

The only reason I did this was to finally have my mom's approval it never worked, my mom doesn't

care about me anymore.

"Yeah I could say different for dad." I smirked at her and gazed my eyes at the tall man with a tie and polo shirt walking down the stairs. The man came up to the door and gasped.

"Gwen! Honey, I haven't seen you in 3 years!" My dad laughed and held out his hands. I couldn't believe it was him, I immediately changed my frown to a grin and I hugged him in a loving embrace. My mom moved over like We had poison on us. She gave us a disproving glare. I gave her a smirk and let go of my dad. My dad was always great, he even let us go do fun things when mom wasn't around. My mom would go on business trips all the time and me and my dad would go to the carnival that was in town or out for ice cream or talk about life. We even once went on a small camping trip in Northern California. I've always thought I'm more like my dad.

"So, how's life going?" He smiled and his purple eyes had a happy glow in them. At least I knew someone was happy to see me. My dad turned his attention to Jordan with a disgusted glare. He rolled his eyes.

"Why is he here?" My dad said with a disgusted look. At least I knew where I got my sass.

"Charles, I already told you that Jordan was picking up Gwen." My mother rolled her eyes and gave an affectionate smile to Jordan.

"I thought Gwen was busy with that camp thing. And we were proud of her!" My dad said with irritation in his voice.

"Well, you were proud of her. I wanted her to be a doctor but she got different degrees." My mom went on and on about me being terrible. I looked down at my brown boots not daring to say a word.

"Alright, enough grace!" My dad yelled.

"Why, don't you come in." My dad patted my shoulder. I walked in and turned slightly to see my dad glare at Jordan who came in behind me. The first room in the house was pretty. It showcased the stairs and the glass chandelier which seemed to shine more than it should. The door closed and I looked up the stairs. I felt a sharp emotion plunge my thoughts. I looked away and turned to Jordan. My head felt weird and I felt panicky.

"Excuse me for a second." I barley said and started to walk away.

"Whatever babe." Jordan said without emotion. Now I know I don't want to be with him. I went to the bathroom and slammed the door. I fell on the ground and hugged my legs together and cried. I didn't want to be here, I never wanted to be with Jordan. I wish I was with David or my dad as a 14 year old at the carnival. I cried and cried remembering my scaring childhood and terrible pain.

I was sitting in my bedroom with the curtains drawn crying and hugging my knees like I always seemed to do. I felt my anxiety exploding as I heard my mom and dad arguing. I had yelled at a kid and was lectured by my mother of how much of a fuck up I was. I was staring at the mirror in my room my purplish eye wasn't working so well. I looked down at the purple spots coating my arms. I looked at my ankle and it was healing just fine, from last time. I laid down on my bed and a shadow crossed my bed I jumped up and went to the corner only to see my dad. He had tears in his eyes and his soft usual smile was destroyed. I got up and walked over to him he scooped me up in his arms and wouldn't stop crying or hugging me. I was crying more now, everything hurt.

"I'm sorry.." is all I heard repeated from my dads muffled cries. And we stayed like that for a while not moving a muscle.