After the quick talk with mom, dad grabs the mic and announces that Karaoke is open. I try to get his attention but he starts singing a random song that he's been playing on repeat. I sigh and go up to Mr Steve.

"Mr. Steve..." I awkwardly tap his shoulder. He turns around and gives me a soft smile.

"Please just Steve." He laughs a bit.

"Do you think you could get my dad down from the stage... I need to talk to him... but he may be too drunk." I says avoiding eye contact.

"Sorry. Once he's up there he's not coming down until someone else sings." He says patting my shoulder.

"Thanks Steve. I guess I should show off my talent now." I smile lopsidedly before going to the stage and pushing Dad off and selecting my own song.

I instantly command the attention of everyone in the room. I naturally have that affect on people. Peter and I make eye contact and he give me a happy grin.

I finish up with a bow and pull my dad into the other room.

"Dad we need to talk." I say shutting the door behind me.

"What about Pipsqueak?" He asks. He's actually not drunk!?!

"Why I fell off the roof." I say shaking.  Dad sits down and pulls me into his arms.

"No matter the reason I'll still love you and want you as my daughter."

"I was trying to end my life.... because I can't live knowing I'm pregnant with one of those bastards child." I spit out.

"We might have to get information out of the one that's left.  But only if you are ready."

"I'm always ready." My murderous feelings bubbling to the surface.  I shake them off and smile sheepishly