"Yes?" He asks. I look down at my black heels that click against the sidewalk as we walk up to my father's company. "I'll think about it." I say in a low whisper as I bite my lip. He grins. "I really want to get to know you Faith.. You're a mystery.. And I like mystery." He says. I stare at him. "I'm easier to read than you think." He takes a step closer to me. "But maybe I don't want to read you all at once." He tilts his head to the side causing his bangs to fall in his face.

"Maybe I want to take my time with you.." He says in a soft tone. I inch away from him, maybe hoping that he can't heart my heart pounding. "I said I'll think about it.. Okay?" I ask taking a step back. A smirk plays on his face. He runs his fingers through his hair forcing his bangs out of his face. "Okay." He smiles almost making me lose my breath. With my hand on the door handle of the glass door, I pull it open a bit.

I look at him with no expression what so ever and nod, the serious me had invaded my being. I couldn't even offer him a smile. I see him bite his lip. I turn to head into the building. I feel his eyes burning holes into my back as I leave his sight.

**

"So.. Why do you need me if Hoon could just take over the company? I don't get why I need to take over." He frowns at me, his beard making him look old. "This has nothing to do with Hoon. Okay? You are my daughter. There shouldn't have to be an explanation. I don't want anyone else to run this company except for my own blood." I narrow my eyebrows at his stupid response. "Hoon, is your nephew. He's your blood too." I say. He fixes his tie.

"But did he come from my.." I smack my hand on the desk, he didn't flinch as if not intimidated by me. "No! He didn't but that doesn't mean he can't take over this company!" I yell. He lifts an eyebrow. "Is that a way to talk to your father?" He asks in a calm voice.

"No. But you're not listening to me. I don't want this company dad. I don't want it what so ever. I want nothing to do with this company or with you. I'm 32 for crying out loud. I can make my own decisions. And just because mom hesitated when she walked out doesn't mean I wont." I say dumb strucking him. His eyes stare into mine. "Your mother has nothing to do with this." He says. I stand up quickly almost throwing the chair back.

"Its never about anyone! Just me! Why dad!?" I yell. His eyebrows knit together. "You are all I have left! Do you think I want to let the only thing I have in my life go to some worthless and pathetic dream career!?" He spits back. "And may I say! Isn't even a career! Where do you plan to go in life with a pathetic job like that!?" He yells. I don't have anything left to say to him. I turn towards the glass door.

"Where are you going!? I'm not done talking to you!" Before I walk out I take one last look at him. "Well I am." I say.

**

I look at the blank canvas in my art studio. My tears running down my face as I think of my life, thinking of my dad, of my mom. I then grab my paint brush. I dab the brush into my navy blue paint and glide it up and down the canvas, making lines and streaks. Cleaning my brush then dabbing it into my paint again, making darker lines. Before I knew it I was making shapes, my hand doing its own things.

My hands doing motions naturally, like grabbing colors that I needed. My tears flowed more and more out of my eyes, tears of frustration, sadness, and anger. I was out of breath, and emotionally exhausted. I look down at my messy hands. Then up at my master piece.

I had painted my dad, standing tall, with that demonic look on his face as he had me like a puppet. The small person that looked like me, limp on the ground with strings attached to the figure. I frown at what I've drawn. This is how I saw my father. And he doesn't realize what he's done to me. I then stare at the canvas, blankly. Tears no longer fled my eyes, wondering whether or not if I should keep it or toss it. I make my decision.

I grab my white paint pen and sign it at the bottom left corner. I stand up and look at my painting. I nod. I pick it up and place it on the stack of other paintings of my father. Not any of them are a good one of him, all dark and sad. I look at my other paintings. All happy and bright, nothing can compare to them. I walk out of my art studio and head into my house. I take a shower and clean up the house a bit.

I flop on the couch, and for some reason I find myself crying again. "NO!" I scream. I stand up and get my keys and leave the house.

**

This is my safe heaven. The beach is my inspiration, how can a beach be a inspiration you might ask? ... I'll tell you. The beach, is forever peaceful, I mean other then when there's a hurricane and tsunamis or something, but no, other than that. Its peaceful, the wind ever so gentle against my skin. The water, erasing my tracks.

I look down at my feet in the wet sand and the water slightly tickles my toes. I walk for a little bit, the water making it seem that I was never there. I stop again, to look out into the ocean. Just then I'm knocked off my feet. "SUNNY!" I fell down face first into the water. Great how embarrassing. I feel someone pull me up, "Oh my gosh. Are you okay? I'm so sorry!" For some reason I'm not mad. The person sits me on my butt in the dry sand away from the water.

I finally open my eyes. There sits a man and a Dalmatian dog, staring at me. "See what you've done Sunny? Now show her your sorry." The dog runs up to me and begins to lick my face. I try not to laugh ask I don't want a dog tongue in my mouth. The dog finally gets off of me and I sit up. "I'm so sorry again on behalf of my dog. She just gets really excited about the beach." The man tells me. I just stare at him, why am I staring at him? He inches closer looking into my eyes.

"Hello? Are you okay ma'am?" He looks at his dog who sits beside him quietly. "See what you've done Sunny? Bad dog." I snap out of it. "No. Don't be mad at her. She did nothing wrong." I tell him. He looks back at me in shock. "And so she lives." He says offering a hand to help me up, I take it. Only to find myself stumbling to the floor, right away he grabs a hold of me and I'm in his arms. I look up at his face, he's quite gorgeous. I finally get my footing.

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to grab you like that.." He looks away from me and runs his fingers through his hair nervously. "No its fine. I'd rather get caught then fall face down into the sand.. So thanks for that." I say, he then looks at me. "You're welcome.." He says quietly. I tilt my head to look at this huge dog that had knocked me down. "So this must be Sunny." I say. The dog just sits there, staring at me with its tongue hanging out of its mouth.

"Yes indeed. That's Sunny. She's a very bad girl." He points his finger at her and she lays down. She looks so sad, a paw over her snout. "Awe. No. Its not her fault I was in the way of her fun." I say bending down to pet her. "Don't punish poor Sunny." I say in a voice you'd talk to a baby. As I pet her she begins to look happy and she sits up. "Ah! You faker!" She barks and licks my face. I stand up and look at this man. "So. She's a clever dog.. I'm guessing." I say.

He chuckles and nods. "She does that when ever she likes someone.. And I'm guessing she likes you." He says. I look back at the dog, she keeps looking at the water. "She wants to go in the water." I tell him. He smacks his forehead. "Oh yeah." He says before he whistles. And Sunny runs out into the water, jumping in the small calm waves. I chuckle to myself at the cute scene. "So you're okay?" He asks. I smile and nod, but I don't make eye contact with him.

"Yes.. I'm fine. " I tell him. He starts to walk out closer to the water, and I feel this weird urge to follow him, so I do. "So what is a young lady like yourself doing out here alone at this hour?" He asks. "Thinking." Is all I say. He looks at me, the moon reflecting off his skin making it look ever so soft. His hair danced in the smooth wind. "So you come here to think too.. I guess the beach has that relaxing effect huh?" He smiles, his smile was gorgeous just like the rest of his face.

My heart pounds in my chest. "Yeah.. I guess so." I say agreeing with him as I look down at the water. "So.." He says. I look up at him. "Its beautiful tonight.. Isn't it?" He asks turning his back to me. I take a step forward so that I'm next to him. The moon looked whole as it seemed to hover over the water, creating zig zags in the current. The stars twinkle above, they scattered the atmosphere. Looking like they were small in our eyes.

"Its always beautiful..." I finally say. I hear a bark and it startles me. I turn and Sunny is walking towards us, with another dog. Its much much smaller than her, its a beagle breeded dog. "Looks like she made a friend." I chuckle. He looks at me. "She has a gift where she finds stray dogs.." He says as he kneels down. I kneel down as well, examining the dog. It didn't have a collar and looked really dirty. Its paws looked fairly damaged, like it was trying to dig in the concrete.

I frown at this sad image. "Well.. I'd have to say this dog has been stray for a long while." He says. I look at him. "How do you know?" I ask. He looks over his shoulder at me. "The dirt on his fur is matted on. If it had a owner it would be crumbly, or fairly dirty not completely filthy. .. And from the look of its ears, its been beat up a couple of times. And look how skinny it is, probably hasn't eaten in days.. Maybe weeks." He says.

I look down at this little puppy, it must be a couple months old, not even a year yet with how young it looks. I frown. "But luckily. Who ever had the dog before it was a stray, neutered him." He notes. The small puppy trots up to me. I pet it, the fur was rough from all the dirt it had on. It places its paws on my knee. I pick him up. "He seems to like you." He says. I smile. "So what are you going to do with him?" I ask. He smiles.

"Now we clean him up and find out if he has a owner." He says getting out of a squat. He pulls a leash out of his pocket and latches it onto Sunny's red collar. "Would you like to come?" He asks. I look down at the small puppy and its looking up at me. I smile, "of course." I say, not thinking about what I've gotten myself into.