"Oh hey baby girl," he says casually.

"Uh, hi..." What the hell? Shouldn't he be yelling and demanding I tell him where I am?

"Having fun?" His question catches me completely off guard. I think I did dial the wrong number...

"Fun? What are you smoking?! Do you not realize I was kidnapped?!"

"You weren't kidnapped honey."

Why am I the only one who thinks that I was kidnapped? Last time I checked, this was legally a kidnapping.

"The hell I wasn't! Do you even care? What's going on? Cough if someone is forcing you to say this!" Obviously, he's being held hostage. Now I have to save both of our butts! That is, if I could save my own butt first. He doesn't cough though, he just laughs.

"No one is forcing me to say anything. I know where you are and I understand what's going on. You will eventually."

That phrase was really getting on my nerves. First, everyone telling me this isn't a kidnapping when it indeed was, and then everyone saying 'you'll understand eventually'. What am I supposed to understand?

This is one of those celebrity prank shows isn't it! I knew it.

I bet Trina's behind it.

Little she-devil.

However, I didn't think that my twelve-year-old sister was the mastermind behind this, and I probably wasn't on some prank show, despite my star-quality. I took a deep breath before practically screaming into the phone.

"What the hell is going on?! Do you not care about me?! For all you know, I could be getting beaten and raped! I know I'm not a kid anymore but come on, be a parent! What do you think mom is going to say when I don't call her or come home?"

The only person on this planet I truly feared is my mother when she is angry. And when she is angry, she could do more research than the FBI.

"Look baby girl; don't worry about anything. If I didn't think you were safe, I would be doing everything in my power to get you. I know where you are, and you have nothing to worry about." My mouth was hanging open in shock, and I felt my hands trembling like they do when I get truly angry or upset. Right now, I was both. "Oh, and tell Carter that Trina wants to see him again," he adds with a chuckle.

Glad everyone else is so freaking happy.

I was missing something big obviously. My dad knew I was taken and he knew who took me, and he's ok with it? At least he could have saved me four days of starving myself by calling or something! Something suspicious was going on around me, and that's as far as I knew.

"You better call mom and explain to her whatever the hell is going on," I grumble into the phone.

"I will. I'll keep in touch. Bye baby girl."

"Bye..." The line goes dead and I slam the phone down. Of all the times for my dad to loose his marbles, he chooses now. What the hell man...

"You knew he knew?" I question Cayton who is sitting on the edge of the desk, looking slightly amused by the call.

"Do you honestly think I would have not told him? I don't need the police showing up at my house."

"When did you tell him?"

"The day I picked you up. I dropped you off here then me and Carter went to go tell him." I nod my head, then draw my fist back and send it flying into his arm with all my strength. I would have punched him in his stupid nose had I not been afraid he would murder me if I did.

"What was that for?" he whines, rubbing the spot I punched him as if I had actually inflicted pain. I was pretty sure I hurt myself more than I hurt him. I shake out my hand, which makes him smirk and makes my anger skyrocket.

"You're an idiot!" I yell, getting out of the chair so I was right in his face. "I starved myself for four days to get that phone call to save him from a heart attack, and he knew all along?! Did you enjoy watching me suffer asshole?"

I don't wait for a response as I push myself past him on weak legs and run out. Tears were threatening to fall, which again I wanted to slap myself for. I haven't cried as much as I have this week in my entire life.

"Macy, come on, let me explain. There's more to it!" Cayton calls out. I don't acknowledge his claim as I continue on, trudging up the stairs and to my room. I immediately lock the door and throw myself on the bed, burying my face deep in the pillow as I stain the silk case with tears.

I may sound like a whiny teen by saying this, but it was pretty obvious no one cared about me too much. Not enough to tell me what was going on, and allowing me to starve myself while they sat by and watched me. Yea, they tried getting me to eat, but no one thought it was important to tell me that the reason I was starving myself was pointless.

Feeling the love.

The worst part was that I didn't know if it hurt more that my own father didn't care that I was worried sick, or that Cayton knew why I was doing that to myself and didn't care enough to tell me it was for nothing.

What happened to my boring, normal life? The life filled with Ramen Noodles and an annoying sister? It took a matter of minutes to flip it, twist it, and stomp on it. I never thought I would say it, but I miss my annoying sister, my dad's crummy house, and my mom.

Someone starts knocking on the door desperately. After ignoring it and blubbering like a baby into my pillow, it becomes louder.

"Go away!" I cry, my voice thick with sadness.

"Are you crying? God, please open the door before I break it down again," Cayton says desperately from the other side. As easy as it would be to just let him go all Incredible Hulk on the door, I decide that it would just make him angrier and I would have to sit through another one of his lectures. As soon as I flip the lock and open the door, Cayton takes one look at me and pulls me into his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around me as buries his face into my neck.

"Please stop crying. I'm sorry for everything, just please stop crying," he begs into my neck.

I was entirely shocked, so much so that the tears stopped falling. This was definitely not the Cayton I had come to know. However, I think I liked this Cayton.

I pat his back awkwardly since my arms were pinned to my sides. "I-It's ok. It's over, let's move on," I sniffle. What else could we do? It was obvious I was powerless at this point, and no one was coming to my rescue. At least, not until my mother got wind of the situation.

"I swear if there's anything you want me to do to make it up to you, I will," he vows.

"Really? Anything?"

"Anything at all."

Now I could go about thirty different directions with this. In the back of my mind, there was the suggestion to ask to leave, but it was quickly shot down by some unknown force. And oddly enough, I realize the main reason I didn't want to be here was because I was worried about what was happening to my family outside this house. They're ok with it, so what reasons do I have now? My safety wasn't in danger- as far as I knew- and I wasn't being beaten, raped, or stuffed in a cellar, so what other reason did I truly have to leave?

"I want three things," I conclude. Cayton lifts his head and looks me straight in the eye, nodding to show he was listening. I managed to wriggle my arm out of his hold so I could count off the stipulations with my fingers.

"First, I want to be served breakfast in bed unless directed otherwise." He nods, and I smirk. "Secondly, I want you to apologize to Tami for how you've treated her." By the look on his face, you would have thought I asked him to finance an expedition to the land of the unicorns.

"I'm not apologizing-"

"You will apologize to her for acting like such an asshole, Mister, or I might just have to find some other ways to leave," I threaten, poking his chest.

"But-"

"No buts, do it or I'll never forgive you." He sighs deeply, actually looking like it's some big deal to apologize to Tami. I swear, I will never understand why it's so hard for people to admit they were wrong about something.

"Fine. What's the third thing?"

"Since it looks like I'm stuck here, I want a tour of the house. I might come up with other things later though."

"Come on, the world isn't going to implode if you apologize to someone," Macy says.

Out of everything she could have asked for, she wanted me to apologize to Tami? I didn't have anything to apologize for!

I had my pride and dignity, but I was sure it would be ruined by the time this was over. And to add insult to injury, Macy made sure everyone was present. Carter, Trenton, and Hunter, all watching their Alpha apologize to someone.

I was going to get so much crap for this, I just knew it.

"It just might," I mutter. She rolls her eyes and grabs my hand to take us into the living room. I was enjoying the feeling of her hand in mine, and the sensation so much so that I almost forgot that I was about to make a fool of myself.

"Hello everybody! Tami, Cayton has something he would like to say to you," Macy says happily. Tami was sitting next to Trenton on the love seat, curled up by his side. Carter and Hunter were on the couch, all eyes on me.

"Go on, say it," Macy urges, poking my arm.

"I'msorrytami," I mutter, looking at some invisible spot on the wall. This was humiliating enough without having to see her expression.

"What was that?" Tami questions innocently, even though I catch the teasing tone in her voice. I had no doubt her and the others were enjoying this right now. As much as I wanted to glare at them, I couldn't if I wanted to make it up to Macy.

Taking a deep breath, I state more clearly, "I'm sorry for being an asshole Tami."

Wow, is it normal to feel pain when apologizing to people? No wonder I didn't do it.

"Apology accepted," Tami says, smiling brightly at me. I exhale through my nose, glad that was over.

"I'm sorry for being an asshole Tami." I hear my voice being played back and my eyes snap up to Carter who's holding his phone out, smirking at me as he presses replay again. That fucking ass...

"Now was that so hard?" Macy questions. I was just about to go over there and kick Carter's ass, but my anger quickly dissipates when I feel Macy's petite arms wrapping around me.

"I guess not," I mutter, wrapping my arms around her before she can decide to let go. I still shoot a glare to Carter who continues smirking, waving his phone teasingly. I couldn't find it in me to be too mad though, not when I had Macy in my arms.