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17

I slammed the phone down and turned around and met eyes with Harry, "We're going to Chicago." I ran to my room, and packed bags as quickly as I could. "Book a flight." I yelled. He didn't argue, mostly laughing at my determination, I didn't really mind. It was kind of late, but I figured I could still get a good plane.

"They have a flight that leaves in an hour." He yelled.

"Book it babe!" I yelled. I grabbed all my things, including Harry's bag (which I packed) and ran to the door, locking it after Harry followed behind me. "Let's go." We go in the car, and left.

The flight took forever, but I couldn't sleep. Harry's head was on my shoulder about half the ride, deep in sleep. My mind was wondering, Kurtis Mambolini. Sounds Italian, I always thought I was Irish, but I guess things can change when your dad really isn't related to you. Harry and I are staying at a decent hotel, about 2 miles away from the prison. I called ahead of time and set up a meeting with my so called "dad". I let Harry come with me this time, I knew this was going to be tough and I need him for support. I dressed in all black, and a messy ponytail. No makeup, this is me! This Kurtis guy or my dad, whatever he can deal with this.

The prison was huge, twice the size of the one back at home. I told the people who I was there for and parked my car. "Are you nervous babe?" Harry asked, running his hand over mine. I nodded and leaned my head on his shoulder. We stayed like this in comfortable silence for a while. I was so nervous my hands were shaking, I was sweating. He picked up m hand, bringing it to his soft pink lips, "You can do this, baby girl." Kissing my hand, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. I giggled and tugged his long curls. I kissed him hard, our tongues fought for dominance. He cupped my breasts and kissed down my neck, "Harry, we need to go in." I breathed out. Shit, this always happens in bad times. He smirked, "We are not finished." I got out of my car and scurried inside to keep from the cold air. I walked in and repeated my actions like I did at the prison back home. I walked inside, and my "father" was already sitting there.

"Who are you?" He snapped.

"I just so happen to be your fucking daughter, asshole. Watch it." I retorted. He leaned back in his metal chair and rolled his eyes, holding his hand out, gesturing for me to continue. I nodded sweetly and crossed my legs, leaning closer to the glass panel. "My Aunt Jera, told me I was your biological daughter. You married my mother, Betty...she married Gary Smyth...sound familiar?" I said. He closed his tired eyes, and sighed, coughing rather hard afterward.

"Yeah. I know Betty." Is all he said. Wow, thanks that really helps. What a jerk!

"Okay, well do you remember why you are in here?" I pressed.

"Well duh." He said. He acted like schoolboy. Short bleached hair, cratered sagged face, bright blue eyes- maybe where I got them from, Gary and my mother's are both brown.

"Okay, yeah you got arrested the day of my birth. September 6th, around 7:30 pm?"

"Oh. Yeah I guess. Yeah I was there, Betty was just pushing you out when they called me out and said the police were there for me." He nodded, slowly remembering. I let out a sigh of relief,

"Okay, so if you don't mind,you and I are going to go through some DNA testing..." I drifted. He nodded. "That's cool." Is all he said. What the hell, is this dude still on drugs? I thanked the guards and walked out. Grabbing Harry's hand, rushing to the car and driving to the back of the hotel parking lot. "Let's finish what we started."