Okay? Okay. (Reyton Fanfiction)

Chapter: 1 {Rowan's Backstory}

(A/N: Hi guys, I want to tell you that there is well I don't think it would be self harm, but the father does kill himself with a gun, it doesn't get into detail just says He pulled the trigger....yadayadayada. So just giving you guys a heads up.)

Rowan had a wonderful life! Her father was a big part in her life, he came to all her performances and all her graduations when her mom couldn't. He was the glue of the family. When Rowan turned seven her father slowly started to get sick. He never wanted to show the pain he went through because he didn't want to scare his princess.

"Father are you okay?" Rowan would ask.

"Yes dear. I am perfectly fine! No need to worry." Her father would reply.

One night when Rowan was walking home from Alexa's house (Best Friend when she was a kid.) she heard yelling. She slowly opened the door and hid behind her dad's work equipment.

"You need to tell Rowan... Harry!" Her mother yelled.

"Isabella don't tell me what to do!" He shot back.

"Your getting sicker and sicker! The doctor said you have less then a month to live!" Yelled Isabella.

"I'm perfectly fine!!!" Said the father then he started to cough. He coughed so hard that blood came out of his mouth.

"OH MY GOD HARRY!!!" Yelled the mother.

Once little Rowan saw the blood she came out from the equipment and ran to her father.

The father stopped coughing, as he tried to hide the pain he was going through.

"Harry cough! Your body needs to! How can you hold it in?!" Said the mother in disbelief.

"Rowan." Said the father.

The mother stood up and grabbed Rowan.

"Honey stay in here." Said the mother as she slammed the hall door behind her.

"DADDY!!!" Yelled Rowan from the hall.

"Harry... No.... No...." Yelled Isabella as she watched the father grab the gun and point it to his head.

"I love you all, but this pain is unbearable! I'll only get worse so what's the point?!" Asked the father.

"Don't do it." Yelled the mother.

But it was too late the father had already pulled the trigger. He fell down to the ground and behind him were two envelopes. One said Rowan and the other said Isabella.

"Mother?!!!" Yelled Rowan from inside the hall.

"Rowan dear don't come out." Said Isabella.

"But what was that bam sound?" Asked Rowan.

"Nothing...." Lied the mom.

At the age of eight Harry's funeral took place, Rowan didn't understand much of everything. She ran to her mother telling her mom that she had found her dad. The mother then had to explain that the dad was dead, that she wouldn't see him anymore.

"Your lying!" Rowan said.

"Rowan!" Said the mother as she scooped her up.

"I see him every night tucking me in! He will come back tonight." Said Rowan.

"Excuse us." Said the mother.

"Rowan dear, he's dead, he won't come back tonight. We won't ever see him again." Said the mother sadly.

-8 years later-

Rowan had a new dad, even a brother. But her brother didn't live with them because he was living in a dorm at collage. Rowan was very quiet. Whenever she was home she stayed in her room on her laptop, reading, or staying on top of her work.

When Rowan first started school at Ocean Breeze Academy she had a friend. Chris. He had black hair, light skin, brown eyes and always went out of his way for Rowan. Their friendship ended in tenth grade when John Blake Mcallister came to Ocean Breeze Academy.

I remember that day. Rowan thought. That was the day that I heard all the rumors! The rumors that there was a new "Ocean Breeze hottie" and that "looks like Peyton would now be in second place for hotness.".

Eleventh grade! Rowan thought. Just two more grades to go before I'm finally on my own.