4-Complications

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Sorry this was a little long. It kind of tells a little back story but it's all important that I can't cut it.

Recap: Rachel and David were arguing about whether or not she was worth a fight when a cab pulled up on the front of Rachel's house. A man came out of it that Rachel realized was her father.

-Katherine

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David and I walked to the door and just before he could say anything else, I opened it. My father was standing right before—seeing him in person for the very first time.

I should say that he looked stunned. But he isn’t. He just looked serious. I mean, honestly, I expected (I didn’t want to see him ever but a girl can dream to meet her father) that he would at least look happy or sorry for that matter.

You left your child to the woman who I wished you loved and this is the face I get? My eyes were narrowed when he looked straight into them. “What do you want?”

“I’m looking for Raven—Raven Marley? She lived in this house.”

Oh. Crap. He doesn’t know. The voice in my head was screaming now. He doesn’t know. (1) That I’m the daughter he frigging abandoned. (2) That the woman he’s looking for is dead. (3) That the same dead woman…is my mom.

The bitterness of it was in the tip of tongue and all I wanted to do was bite his head off. David puts a hand on my back, clearly seeing the anger on my face. My cheeks were burning red, I know. I can feel it.

“She’s dead.” I hissed.

And there, finally, he was taken aback. “Oh. I see.” He looks down and shakes his head.

“Why did you come here?” I demanded.

“Um, there was…there was something I needed to discuss with her.” Then he looks at me again. “I’m sorry to have wasted your time.” He was about to leave when he turns around to ask me one more thing. “If it’s not so much a bother, do you know if there’s any family member of hers that I can contact? And if you do know where I can find them that will be very helpful.”

Oh. Crap. Again—

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