I unlock the gate and I'm walking down the pavement when I hear him call my name. I don't even turn to look at him, I just keep walking. Then that happened. He actually said it to me. As if he had any sort of authority over me after not seeing me for twelve years.
"April Bella Jones." I turn around to look at his fierce eyes. He's obviously had enough of me. Already? After a lifetime's break and coming back for half an hour, he's already sick of me. This would be the time where I say, I wouldn't dare challenge him. But...

"Wow you actually remember my full name?" I ask. I cant help myself. "Does that mean you do know things about me, like I don't know, my birthday? Cause you never seemed to remember that." He just stands there when I say that. He stands there, useless, speechless. Hands hanging by his sides. Body hunched over. He can't think of an excuse this time. He doesn't tell me that he was too busy, he had jobs he had to do or anything. He just spills all his secrets in the silence between us. "You left me for another family. And you never told them about me." He looks surprised that I could read him so well. "What are you gonna do now? Because I know you only said you would take me in because you felt guilty. But how are you going to explain that to your wife, Dad? Your new children? I bet they're way better mannered than me and they're nice and maybe, maybe you love them. But I don't care Dad, because I'm used to having no love." I pause for a minute before I start walking back towards him. His face slightly lights up and I shatter that. Because when I stop in front of him, I don't hug him, or tell him to take me home. Because where he is, I have no home. I just say, "I'll see you in another twelve years." and walk back up the stairs and into my bedroom again.

My head hurts and my heart kinda does to. Honestly, all I've ever wanted in life, was to find my dad and live with him. I always told myself that, no matter the reason he left, I would always love him. And I still do. There is still that little bit of love for my dad. It's just not enough. It's not enough to know that, if I moved in, I would wake up to the glaring faces of my new step siblings. My mind always finding new ways of how they are better than me. Them teasing me because our shared father, chose them over me. That is all I can think about right now. I've been in my room for hours now. I heard a knock on my door at about eight but I didn't answer. I know it wasn't dad. I watched his car leave about ten minutes after I walked back inside.

I saw that same car the day I walked into the registry office to confirm my marriage to Jackson. I saw him when I walked up to the booth to sign the paper. He was standing at the divorce booth with his... ex wife? He looked over at me with distressed eyes. She looks at him and gestures to the paper. Her eyes are full with hatred toward him. I'll never know exactly what happened but I do have a small idea. I saw an article in the newspaper the other day: does Dave Jones have a secret child? I wrote that article.