He turned to me slowly and smiled. I got my little girl! The men cheered. My face turned to horror. What the fu- My dad slapped me across the face, kn...ocking me to the ground. Stay quiet, bitch! He slammed down his cards with a grin on his face, a grin he immediately lost as Bryan laid his own cards down. Shiiiiit! My dad said, before pulling me up and pushing me onto the table. Fukin have the whore. Stupid bitch deserves it for putting me off! He stormed from the room, smacking a beer bottle. I grabbed my phone from my jacket and saw the call was from Maggie. ‘Hey Mags’ I say answering the phone. ‘Heyy sweets. Sorry about the change of plans. Coach was pmsing or something today and she just called off practice. Thank God. You got home fine right?’ ‘Oh… yeah someone gave me a ride. I’m fine.’ ‘Oh good. So listen, I don’t know if you have any plans for tonight, but me and some of the girls from the squad were thinking of using our fakes to get into Rage tonight.’ ‘Rage?’ I asked. When I went in the door my mum hugged me for about an hour and my dad just looked happy to become a grandpa. So I knew what they wanted me to do.When I was six months pregnant, he appeared at my house, well my parents house. My dad wasn't amused as you can imagine. Andrew got me pregnant then didn't want to know me 'til i got it fixed'. My dad went through him, I think the whole street heard the conversation.''I was shocked and didn't realise what we had done and I though she was using birth. That you can make me feel this way when I am well past childhood is a major part of why I am here now. Its time now, your flight is on the ground according to the monitor. My heart skips a beat knowing you’re here, within half a mile of me. Closing my eyes just for a moment, wondering if I can reach out and feel your presence, your warmth and soft embrace, from this distance. ‘Stephanie,’ I say, your name slips from my lips in a quiet whisper, the sound of it sending a shudder through my body..