I sat nervously on the couch. I tapped my fingers on the table. Patrick came down the stairs and took one look at me. "It's fine. Don't worry, you don't have to spend forever with him. If you can't go on more, just tell him it was nice meeting him and that you had to go." I nodded.

I looked down at my outfits. I wanted to seem rebellious, just to show it to him that I'm a little rebel and not the perfect little daughter. I wore my black ripped jeans with chains and my most punk shirt. Which was a Pierce The Veil shirt that had pierce the veil written in like blood. Patrick gave me an unapproving look when he saw me, but didn't say anything. I guess he could tell what I was going for.

Elisa had been real supportive, I could relate more to her than Patrick.

"I don't want to meet with him. I want to see him, but I despise the thought of him just popping into my life. I felt like my life was all put together, but now it fell apart again."

She caressed my hair and said, "You don't have to meet with him. Don't let Patrick hear me, but I really do not like the idea of him just showing back up in your life. He's your father-"

"He is not my father."

"He is biological father and he is trying to make amends. Look, meet with him, and you decide how you feel about him. Just know that whatever you think of him, whether you like him or not, I'll back you up, okay?"

"Okay."

Even though I completely despised the thought of meeting him, I still sat on the couch waiting his arrival. I was in too deep thought that when the door bell rang, I didn't hear it, and Patrick had to get the door. I didn't even realize it until I heard Patrick say, "Welcome Richard. She's right over there. I'll be upstairs if you need me."

I could feel my legs shaking and my stomach felt like a never ending pit. I knew I had to turn and say hello, stand up, greet him, or do something, but I was frozen. "Cora," I heard Patrick call me, but I just couldn't move. I blinked, finally breaking my trance, and with a shaky breath and stood. I turned to see my biological father.

I was shocked at first because he was . . .well, white. His skin was white and he had light brown hair. We had the same eyes . . . And the same face structure. Though, I had my mom's nose and lips. It was . . . Weird. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Patrick making his way upstairs. I didn't know quite what to say.

"H-hello." I said.

"Hi," he said happily taking me in with his eyes. He approached and I wondered if he wanted a hug. I stuck out my hand, waiting for a handshake. The moment his hand touched him, I felt completely different. I felt like I recovered something I didn't know I had lost.

"Coraline" he said. It sounded new to have him say it.

"Cora," I said. Sure, my name was Coraline, technically. But everyone always called me Cora. It sounded just too different. Few people actually tried calling me Coraline, but I always told them to call me Cora. "Sit," I said, gesturing to the couch.

He sat next to me and I felt out of breath. From what, I did not know.

"I think I know why your mother called you Coraline," he said. I didn't know what to say, so I just looked at him, hoping he would continue. As I sat there, I realized there was a few things I could get out of meeting with him. One of the things was to know more about my mother.

"That summer we meet, we were at the fair. We wanted to go on the ferris wheel, but we were out of tickets. We didn't realize until we were actually at the entrance. The lady who was managing the ride, she was the calmest lady I have ever meet. She looked at us and asked me what my name was. I told her Richard, and she said, 'Okay, Richard, nice to meet you. My name is Coraline and I can see you're here with a pretty girl. I'll let you in free, but don't tell anyone.' On that ride was where your mother and I had our first kiss."

I sat there unsure if it was a genuine memory he was saying, or if it was all bull. For some reason, I believed him. "T-tell me," I said, my voice breaking, "how you two meet. How it all came to be."

He started slowly, "It all started when we were seventeen, the summer after senior year. We meet at a fair, the was I was speaking of, and the kiss happened. She was the most beautiful women I had ever meet. I didn't hesitate to start a relationship with her. We feel in love, and did some wrong things. She moved in with me, and we shared a small home. We thought everything was going to be okay. I was going to go to college, and so was she. But then she got pregnant and I was an idiot teenager. I left, leaving you and your mother behind. It was the worst mistake ever."

"You left," I said, staring off into space.

"I know, and I'm sorry," he put a hand on my arm, "I shouldn't have-"

"Don't touch me," I said softly.

"Sorry," he said, removing his hand.

I sighed and he cleared his throat. "Tell me about yourself, if you'd like. Or I can tell you about my life." I nodded to him and he started again, "I have a wife and two kids." That bastard, I thought. He had enough time to have two other babies and get a wife before he remembered to find me. "I work Monday to Friday in an office. I play golf on Sundays and go to church. Do you want to see your half brother and sister?" I blinked for a moment and nodded. He took out a wallet and showed me a picture. There was a girl who looked around eight years old with blonde hair and blue eyes. There was a boy who looked like he was three with brown hair and eyes. The boy looked alot like Richard. The girl . . . well, she had the same nose as him.

"I, um, I grew up with my mom," I started. "She became depressed. I didn't have a happy childhood. My mom died in a car crash one afternoon. She was upset because of a call. I went to an orphanage for like three years. Everything was dark until Patrick adopted me." I smiled, remembering the summer. "It was cool having a caring parent again. Everything became better. I went on tour with him that summer. I made new friends when I started this year. I have a dog," I whistled and Tyson came in from the kitchen. "Hi, Tyson. Say hi. Say hi. Shake his hand." Tyson sat down in front of Richard and put out his paw. I felt proud of my pal. We'd been working on that trick for a month.

"Oh," he said. "Do . . . do you want to meet my family?"

I didn't know what to respond. "I'll sleep on it," I said.

He smiled, "Great."

I smiled but this felt fake. He took out his phone when I heard a ding and when I saw the time, I almost didn't believe the time. We'd spend at least half an hour talking, but it felt like five minutes. I blinked and looked away. "That's my wife wanting to video chat. Um, do you want to meet again? We can go out for ice cream or something. I still have a week left in Chicago."

I didn't know what I wanted. I kinda wanted to go and spend time with him now that I meet him, but I was still kinda pissed. Not just at hecause he decided to come back, but he decided to come back with two kids and a wife. He tried to go on and pretend I never happened. He did do that. I felt kinda like hating him, but at the same time he did do the effort to at least try to find me, so he must care for me.

"Uh, yeah," I said standing up.

He stood up and I stuck out my hand again, not wanting to hug him, yet. He shook it and made his way to the door with me on his trail. He opened the door and before leaving smiled at me and said, "Goodbye, Coraline." I waved goodbye and he left.

Elisa came down the stairs once the door closed. "You agreed to meet with him again?" I nodded. I wouldn't been mad if she'd been listening in on a normal conversation, but this was something I couldn't keep private. "What do you think of him?"

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I should want to meet him, I'd been wished for this since forever. But I'm just . . . angry I guess. I feel like he shouldn't of come back. He has his lufe and I have mine, so why bother trying to communicate? But on the other hand, he is trying. He wouldn't of just come back for no reason. He seems like a good man."

She nodded and said, "Well, he is your dad and-"

"That's the thing," I cut her off. "I don't feel like he's my dad. Patrick's my dad. I feel like Richard is an old friend who hurt me and is now trying to come back as if everything is okay. But it's not." I felt an angry/sad tear fall down my cheek. Patrick walked out of the kitchen and hugged.

"It'll be okay, " he promised.

"And if it's not?" I asked, letting a few tears escape.

Elisa, who was crying as well, put a hand on my hair and said, "Then we'll be here."

"I love you guys," I said, sniffling, and tried not to cry. That got emotional quick.

"Well, I guess after this heart filled moment, there is only one thing left to do. Watch a movie," Patrick said and we laughed.

Author's Note:
Hey guys! Yeah, I did my best in this chapter but I have noidea if that was a good chapter. Anyways, what do you guys think of Richard aka Cora's dad? I still can't form an opinion on him. Thanks for reading this, I may suddenly post more, or at least try to update ever week, usually Fridays. I can't promise anything, but I will try. Hope you guys liked it and have a nice day! Cx