Our mouths hunged wide open as a very pretty lady came inside with Dad.
Sexy outfit, sexy body, brunette curly hair, long slender legs, and may I add beautiful angelic face. Oh my God she's so much prettier in person.
Oh I know who this girl is.She just stands their her head down low and her hand holding over Dads' elbow, while her other hand played with her hair.
Sebastian just stands still, while Ky and LM looked like they were ready to devour her, Liz just exchanging glances at me.
Everyone was quiet, hell nobody's even making a move. It's like we're in a don't move or you die game.
Dad finally manages to clear his throat.
"I didn't know the whole gang would be here" he says a little bit amused. Well of course they are, unlike you dear father, these people care more about me than you do.
I gave myself a slap when I realized I was talking to myself."Why is she here Dad?" I ask bitterly. I know it sounded harsh but I deserve a fucking explanation. I don't think now would be the best time for him to bring her here. I mean did he even think about the situation we were all in right now. Xander is in a freakin' coma for crying out loud.
"You know her?" he asks a little amazed.
"Well of course, you guys were all over the news" I snap back with a 'duh' expression.
Before my Dad could respond Ky speaks up.
"Uh we'll give you guys some space, we'll be at your room Lee" while they all stand up and took Sebastian with them to my room. Me and Dad watched them head up, and right before we heard the door shut I start pacing around the fireplace."What the hell Dad?! Do I need to remind you that Xan is in a fucking coma!?" I yell at them both.
"Watch your language honey. I know this isn't the perfect time, but Cordellia offered to help! She has a degree in Medicine if you didn't know!" he yells back at me.
"I-I'm sorry. I-I'm the o-one who forced your Dad to bri-ing me h-ere today" ahh so she speaks!. I just stared dead pan at her. I actually wanted to listen to her excuse.
"Well don't stop. Go on" I tell her while my Dad gives me a death glare for being so impolite.
"I just want to help. Your Dad always tells me how important you guys are to him and I really didn't want to be an extra luggage so I asked him if I could come and offer a hand. I know this isn't the right time, but can you just give me a chance" she speaks softly.
"Did it ever occur to you what people might think? The fact that you're way younger than my Dad, and that you're soon to be step kids are almost thesame age as you, or maybe the fact that my mother just died and you immediately took her place? Are you sure you don't love my Dad for the money?!" This time I'm shouting. I hear my Dad shout at me but I don't budge.
She begins to sob. What the hell should she be crying about. For all I know I should be the one crying right now. She's not answering my questions though.
"Well are you just gonna stand their and cry?! I'm waiting!" I yell again. This time Dad came marching towards me, he looked like he was about to slap me when Cordellia tells him not too.
"Don't sweetheart! She has a point!" she exclaims and Dad just gives her a sympathetic look before snapping his attention back at me.
"Ade, I want you to leave the 2 of us so we can talk" she tells Dad with authority. I flinch when she called him 'Ade'. Mom used to call him 'Ade'. Dad hesitated for a second but nods his head. He gave me a warning look before he heads to his private office. When Dad finally dissapeared from the picture I immediately looked at her with anger burning in my eyes.
"Talk about what exactly?!" I spat while I head to the kitchen and sat by the stool next to the counter. She followed me and took a sit opposite from where I sat. I watch her nod her head and breathed slowly.

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