Bianca's POV:

FLASHBACK:

We sat there talking about our clumsy asses, Random and I. What felt like 2 hours was really 15 minutes.

"As much fun as this was, isn't there somewhere you have to be?" I ask him, and he looks hurt. "Is my company really that bad?" he asks softly before getting up and starting to walk off. "No! That's not what I meant, honestly. I just--" I was cut off by him turning around to show his amused grin. I can't help but laugh a little. "You bitch, I actually thought you were actually leaving." I lightly roll my eyes and smile. "Sorry, I just couldn't pass up. I knew what you meant." He smiles, and it's very beautiful. "I was just passing through to go up to my room, but I guess you striked my interest." Is he... trying to flirt? The look in his eyes shows it, but he's reserved. Reminds me of Adore, but smarter.

"Well, it was nice to meet you..." she says, extending her hand for me to shake. "You didn't read it in my wallet?" I sarcastically ask, and he just innocently shrugs, his smile never falling. "Roy." I finally say. "Alex." He says as our hands connect. "This may seem very forward, but would you like to hang out later? You were the first bit of fun I've had today." I can't help but feel my cheeks get hot. "Um...sure. I'm pretty sure I'll find time to sneak away." I pull out my phone and let him put his phone number, and I do this same.

"Well, until we meet up again, Roy." Alex says as he takes his phone and walks away. I just stay there for a minute, amazed at what just happened.

FLASHBACK OVER:

I get home and walk in the door, the scent of alfredo, my favorite food, slapping me in a good way. Immediately, my mom gets up from the couch and walks over to me. Somebody's jumpy. "Hi, honey, how was your day?" she asks, a huge grin plastered on her face. IT's making me uncomfortable. "Um, it was fine. Well up until the part where I had to rush home for a family meeting." I say bitterly.

I start walking to the stairs when I hear her speak again. "Uh, Roy, I made your favorite: shrimp fettuccine alfredo." Mom says, making me stop at the foot of the stairs. "Awesome. I"ll get some after I drop my stuff down." I walk up the stairs to my room and drop my stuff on my bed and put my phone on the charger and switch my sneakers for my slippers before going back downstairs. I walk into the kitchen to see Rayne on her phone talking. I just sit down and start shoveling food on my plate.

As I'm about to just head upstairs when my mom walks back in and sits down across from me. "Headphones out, Rayne." she says. She does as told.

I'm, like, halfway through my food when she starts talking again. "So, Roy, how was school today, sweetie?" I shrug, "School was okay. I had to host a school tour for new kids coming." I reply. "Oh, well that's nice of you... was it?" She asks skeptically. I roll my eyes. "I'm always nice!" I defend. Well, when I want to be, I can. Rayne laughs and my mom just looks at me. "Rayne what about you? How was your day?"

...

After dinner, I try to go upstairs, but yet again, I'm stopped. "Come back here, Roy." My mother says. I groan and drag my ass back downstairs to the living room and sit in the single seat. I never liked any of our family meetings. It was either about attitude, Rayne's constant eavesdropping, or my mother going away on another trip. Honestly any of these could be said over text. I think the worst one was when Rayne snuck in after her 8pm curfew... at 11ish. In which mom woke me up just to end up having "the talk". Needless to say.... very angry night.

"There's something very important I need to talk to you guys about." My mom starts off. Well, this is different. She's shaking, sweating, and scared. This isn't like her. "There's no way to put this so I'll just--" She's interrupted by the doorbell ringing. I automatically get up to get it, but mom rushes up to get it first.

As she opens the door, and he walks over the threshold, my blood boils to an unhealthy temperature. Nobody will ever understand how much I hate him-- it's not even in my nature to hate. I don't even call him a father, I just say sperm donor 352.

Rayne gets up and runs over to him yelling "daddy!" as she engulfs him in a bear hug. She doesn't know the issues we have, and I'll never tell her until the time comes for it. I'm not going to ruin their relationship because I don't have --nor want-- one with him.

"Hi, princess." He says as he hugs her back, letting her wrap her legs around his waste. I just roll my eyes and look away. All of a sudden, I feel the seat sink next to me; it's my mom. "I'm sorry, baby." I look at her with suspicion. "Mama, why is he here?" I ask. She just looks at me as they both sit down opposite of us. I just stare at him with spite. "Hi, Roy-- or.. erm... Bianca?" he stutters out nervously. I'm a little shocked right now. He's never called me Bianca before. Well, if he thinks that's gonna get me to crack, he must he smoking it. I just give him a general wave, one that I'd give anybody. "Roy is fine." I look away as I mutter it.

"Roy, Rayne," mother starts off. "Your father is.... coming back." I have to do a double take. "Coming back where?" I look at her with betrayal. "Back here. Back home. He needs somewhere to stay and--" "Then he can stay at a damn homeless shelter! He can't back here, mom!" I get a little aggravated, and it's becoming apparent all over my face and in my voice. How could she let him come back? After the shit he put me through!

She looks at me with shock. "Watch your mouth! Look I know how you feel, but there is much more to this than you think. Please. Calm. Down. For me?" She tries to grab my hand, but I snatch it away. Reluctantly, I sit down, but on the opposite end of the couch. I can't believe her right now. All the things she's said before about never letting him back in--bullshit!

"Look, Roy," I hear him say. "I know I haven't been there for you when I needed to be, and I'm sorry for that. I regret it so much. I also regret how I didn't respect who you really are. I was very stuck in my ways and stuck on how I view your lifestyle... It wasn't until recent until I realized how horribly I treated you: all the verbal abuse, the physical abuse, and the mental scars I probably left.

"I am trying to get back on a better track with life. Everything went to shit, and when I needed my family most, I made them push me away. I've-- I've hit rock bottom in life and... I'm not asking for you to forgive me right off the bat. What I am asking for is a second chance to prove that I want to better our relationship." He takes an exhale and I'm trying so hard to keep my wall up, but it's hard. I'm naturally a forgiving person, because it's pointless to hold grudges, but with him it's natural to keep one without thinking about breaking.

I do believe he's being sincere, but I don't believe it will last long. "Time is needed." I state as I look away. I see Rayne smile and hug into him, as mom rubs on my back again. I gesture to move her off of me-- I'm mad at her right now and she knows it.

"Is there anything else?" I ask, just wanting to go upstairs. I look her way and she shakes her head no. That'my cue to zoom up out of my seat and rush up to my room. I let out a heavy sigh and plop down on my bed. I just lay there, letting clogged up tears fall down one by one.