-Gwen P.O.V.-

I woke up and saw my lamp side table. For a split second I thought I was at camp and rolled over, usually to my left David was still asleep in his bed. But I rolled over to the doorway and realized where I was. I rolled back with a sigh and looked at the window. It was still early in the morning and I still hadn't got much sleep. The clock next to my bed which was from my childhood read 4:30. I pulled the sheets and blankets tighter around me it was freezing for the summer. Since I had no one to talk to and nothing to do of course my stupid anxiety thoughts kicked in. I thought about why I was even here, my mom was never going to like me ever. It was clear as day, as clear as a glass jar. I think the only reason I came was to see if my mom had changed. I don't know why I thought she could, she abused me for years. And when I finally got the chance to leave I felt bad. I haven't followed anything she wanted me to do, well almost everything. The thought of my wedding in a day gave me shivers down my spine which made me more chilly than I already was. In disgust and anxiety rising I threw the blanket over my head. Why couldn't I just be with David and the campers. I got irritated by them sometimes I'll admit but it's better than being stuck with an asshole who abuses you the same way your mother did when you were a child. I decided I should get up even though it was 4:40 now. I got up and crept down the stairs. The light to the kitchen was on and I was a little bit confused. I then smelt the faint

Whiff of Caramel coffee. I knew immediately that it was any dad, I found it odd he was up this early. Usually, he would sleep in super late and possibly be late for work. I walked into the living room and as I thought, there He was reading a book and drinking his coffee.

"Good morning." I said half asleep still.

He jumped a little and then calmed himself down a bit.

"Oh, good Morning. Why are up early?" He questioned.

"I could ask the same for you." I smiled and sat down in the chair across from him.

"Why are you up early I've never seen you up this early before." I leaned back in my chair and waited for an answer.

"I've been up thinking about your mom." He rolled his eyes and looked away in disgust.

"Oh, is she bothering you again?" I looked down at the wooden table that had a shiny glare on it.

"Not exactly, she's just being.." he sighed.

"My mother?" I asked.

"Exactly." He smiled and I smiled back. I missed my dad quite a bit. I remember when I was really young we would read stories together and stay up way past my bed time. I really missed this house but at the same time some memories I didn't want to remember. The unnerving question was still in my mind, I took all my bravery and asked.

"Do you want me to get married to Jordan?" My dad gave me a look and sighed, clear disgust on his face.

"Well... I..... hmmm." He looked confused and stumbled over his words.

I couldn't believe he would want this for me.

"No, I done with her games. Listen Gwen, I never did I hate Jordan to tell you the fact. I don't want to see his face in my house or on my grandchildren. If you have any kids." His face was formed into a scrunch. He was angry his fists on the table. As soon as he looked up and saw my shocked expression he let the anger go.

"Then why are you letting her do this to me?" I asked quietly.

"It's complicated." He sighed once more and looked down gloomy sadness appeared over his face. He was so upset I didn't even want to ask him but with all of this going on I knew he would understand.

"Dad, I need to leave." I sadly said.

He looked up with tears in his eyes.

"I understand, I hate your mom and I'll help you. Whatever you need." I could tell he was holding his tears back and one slipped out down his face.

I got up and hugged him he let all of the tears slip out and we cried.

"I'm so sorry, I am. I shouldn't have let her treat you like that when you were younger. I was so stupid and confused and in shock." He sobbed.

"Dad, you did all you could." I hugged him once more.

"Dad, I need to get out of here." I wiped away my tears and gave him a stern look.

"Alright, we should be able to get you back to your camp or home. Anywhere." He wiped his tears away as well with his sleeve.

"One thing we need to do before you leave is take care of your mother." He rolled his eyes and looked up at the staircase.

I gave him a shocked look.

"She needs to go."