I sat in the car thinking about how to tell Patrick about Elisa. "Um . . . Dad?" I said looking at him. "Yes sweetie? " I giggled. "You called me sweetie. Okay, I'm back. Um am I . . . " How do I tell him? "going to be home schooled or go to school?" Idiot. YOU JUST SHOULD HAVE ASKED HIM. "Uh," he said. "I don't know yet. It's your choice, really." I nodded. Well I'm going to meet Elisa eventually.

It wasn't long before we reached his house. It was a nice big mansion. There was a big lawn with lots of flowers and bushes. Patrick helped me with my suitcase. We walked up to the big house and I stared with an open mouth. "Woah," I said as we reached the door. Patrick opened the door and giggled at my reaction. The place was awesome. There was a staircase that lead to the 2nd floor and the living room had one of those reclinable sofas and chairs that I had to resists the urge to run and just fall asleep on one of those. There was a big flat screen TV hung on one of the walls.

Patrick walked in and I followed. There was a doorway that lead to the kitchen where I heard someone cooking. "Honey," Patrick called as he smiled at me. I smiled back. Oh, I'm going to meet Elisa any second right now, right? That's who I'm going to meet . . . Do I look good? Wait what do I call her? Do I greet her like 'Hello good afternoon Mrs. Stump' or like 'Hi Mom' ? Oh God, just breathe.

"I'm home!" Patrick said as he grabbed my hand and we walked to the kitchen. The kitchen was big. They had marbel counters and and the dinning table was just beautiful. The sink was in the back with the fridge, oven/stove, and dishwasher. There was a women standing in front of the stove stiring a pot. She had long black curly hair and was about the same size as Patrick. She turned around smiling and runs to Patrick with her arms open. They hug and then she looks at me.

She smiled and pulled her hair behing her ear. "Hi," she said excitedly. "Who's she?" She said as she looked at Patrick. I blushed and was terrified. She doesn't know who I am? But then . . . Oh if Patrick adopted me without telling Elisa? Please tell me he didn't do that . . . If he did he is in so much trouble. "That's Cora," Patrick said swaying a little towards me. "Hi Cora," she said as gave me a hug. Maybe she does know who I am . . . "What's she doing here?" She asked. Or not . . . Or not.

"Um . . . well remember that we were considering adopting?" He asked smiling looking at me. I frowned. She seemed to kind of understand what he was talking about. She was not happy. She frowned and stiffened. "Patrick . . . Can you be a little more specific? "

"Well since we wanted to adopt , I decided to go ahead and look for a child that we would love, while you work on that. Cora here is a lot like you and me." He gave me a hug and smiled at her. She glared at him for a moment and I felt out of place. What am I doing here? All I'm doing here is intruding. Elisa doesn't want me here. Why did Patrick adopt me without Elisa's approval?

After a small moment of akward silence she smiled. "Oh, okay. Well welcome home, Cora." She gave me a big hug and then there was a knock on the door. "I'll go get it!" Patrick said. "And I shall follow!" I stated and followed Patrick.

I heard Elisa giggle and then I saw Patrick opened the door. Pete, Joe, and Andy were standing there. "Patrick!" They said and gave him a hug. After talking for a moment Andy said, "Hey, where's Cora?" I was standing near the stairs which were a few feet away from them. "Here!"  I said and threw my hand up the air as if they couldn't see me.

"There she is!" Andy said and walked over to me followed by Pete and Joe. Andy hugged me and I hugged him back smiling. I like his hugs. They make me feel safe. After he let go, Joe and Pete gave me a hug.

"Who's here?" Elisa asked from the kitchen. "The guys are here!" Pete yelled. Elisa laughed and said, "Come on in!" Andy and Pete went into the kitchen and Joe held my hand and we both walked to the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with laughter as Andy and Elisa talked about some show they both loved. I was sitting on a stool behind a counter as Elisa and Andy both cooked and laughed. I felt akward there, like I didn't belong for a second. Then Patrick said, "Cora, would you like to see the studio down stairs?" Elisa turned around and said to me "You should go see it. Lots of funny things happen there." I nodded and smiled as Patrick grabbed my hand and lead me to the studio.

We walked into the living room and walked out through a doorway in

the back and we walked through a small halway. The end of the hallway was a black door that said STUDIO in big silver letters. I smiled and felt kind of accepted by them. If they show me this then they at least like me right?

Patrick opened the door. Inside was a very expensive recording studio. Like very expensive. There was a long table filled with different buttons that I had the urge to push. There was a couch off to the side and a couple of really comfortable looking chairs. Behing the table was a wall that only went halfways and the rest of it was glass. There was a door on the left side. Inside of that room was all of the guy's instruments and equipment.

"Woah," I said. Then I saw a green chair in the corner that looked so comfortable that I couldn't resist myself. "OHH," I ran over to the chair and plopped down. It was so comfortable there that I didn't want to leave it. Patrick laughed. "I love this chair," I said as Patrick came over to me. "Come on, I want to show you something, " he said as he motioned with his hand for me to follow. "But the chair," I said. "I like it. I want to be here. I don't want to leave it." He smiled. "You'll get back to the chair."

I jumped up and followed him into the room where all the instruments were.He grabbed a guitar and started playing a few cords. "I have a surprise for Elisa." My eyes lit up. Maybe Elisa won't get mad at him if the surprise is good . . .  it will be so cute.

He started playing a catchy and soothing tune which was so beautiful that my small little heart would have exploded. He started humming and suddenly some words came to mind. He started to shake his head and said, "But I have no lyrics for this song I want to sing her." He looked down at the floor. "Can I help?" I asked. He looked up smiling. "I was hoping you'd ask. Okay do you have any ideas? It's going to be our anniversary tommorow. And well . . . we've been getting into a lot of fights recently. So I want this song to be me , or us since you're helping, telling her I still love her even though there are problems going on." I nodded. I had an idea. "Patrick do you have some paper and I pen I could borrow?" He smiled and walked over back to the other part of the recording studio where he brought two notepads and 2 blue pens.

He handed me one. "So . . .  I already have the music. Wait let me show it to you." He strummed away humming how he thought he would sing when we had the right words.

When he was done he said, " Okay so we're going to write down what we think we would like the lyrics to be." He looked down and started writing. I looked qt my piece of paper puzzled. What should I write? It has to be good since it will be for Elisa . . .

My small hands started writing and I didn't know what they were doing. They just wrote and wrote and wrote and next thing I knew there were lyrics in my paper. I read them over. I pretty much skimmed through until I found a part that was interesting. However this goes just remember that I will love you for forever for forever for forever Our love will never end it will be for the better for the better for the better. That was the only good part. And to me it sucked. But it was the only thing I had to offer.

"Are you done?" He asked after 10 minutes. "Um . . . this is all I got." I said smiling embarrassed. I showed him the lyrics. He read throught them and then stopped when he read the good part. "Perfect. " He said as he wrote something down to his piece of paper. "You liked it?" I asked. He nodded furiously writing sticking his tongue out a little. He finished writing down what he had and looked at me smiling like a wild man. "You just created the chorus , Cora. Thank you so much. I've been working on this song for weeks and I couldn't get the chorus. " I smiled thankful that I was useful. He gave me a hug and before I knew it he was carying me. I squealed. Then I laughed as he spun me around.

We walked back to where the chair was and I sat down on the chair. "My chair," I said as I lied comfortably on it. Patrick laughed. "Okay so tommorow I'm going to make pancakes and eggs for breakfast and then I'm going to show her the song. You'll be by my side . . . . doing something. We'll figure it out. And then after we're going somewhere. " "Where?" I asked cuddling the chair. "Disneyland." He said. "OHHH !!! REALLY ? AM I GOING? OR JUST YOU TOO!" I said as I jumped from the chair but then missed it and sat back down. He laughed. I liked his laugh.

"Yes you're going too. Now remember that this is a secret." I nodded. I was so happy and excited. He smiled at me and then looked down at his watch. "Holy Smokes! That took longer than expected.  We should go back up. Let's go." I rubbed the chair. "But I don't want to leave the chair. It's comfortable. " He laughed. "This is how I know you're my daughter. But we can come back. " I smiled when he said that I was his daughter. He likes me . . .  I'm doing something right. Maybe it won't be like before.

I followed him back into the house where I hear Elisa talking in a soft voice. I couldn't make out the words but Patrick did. Or at least I think he did.  First he smiled but then he frowned and then had a sad/mad face. I tugged on his hand a little. He looked down and smiled. "What's wrong?" I asked. He shook his head. "Nothing." He walked into the kitchen as Elisa was serving some food. I'm not sure what it was but . . .  it didn't taste good.

"Oh good! You guys are here! Time to eat!" Pete and Joe were sitting on one side of the table with Elisa and I sat in between Andy and Patrick on the other side. I felt kind of akward there. I'm not good with people. I mean I was okay with Fall Out Boy but Elisa . . . . she seemed to not like me. She was friendly but she gave me a look that said you aren't wanted here. We ate in silence until I Elisa said , "So Cora tell me a little about yourself. " I looked up from whatever Elisa had cooked and said, "Well I'm really akward. And I like music. I , um, I'm 10. And . . . that's pretty much all I kind think about." You could practicly see the akwardness. I smile at how akward this was. It really couldn't get any more akwars than this.

"Oh okay. So do you like any thing in particular? Band? Show? Toy?" I thought for  a moment. "Um I love watching The Voice.  That's like one of my favorite thing. And I like pizza." Pete looked up. "She is definitely my niece. " I laughed. "And I love going to the movies. That's one of my favorite things. Watching movies is like the best thing ever." She smiled. "That's nice, Cora." We ate as the guys played around and told jokes. Once everyone was done the guys had to go. "Bye Cora," they said and hugged. "BYE YOU GUYS!!" I said so happy.

"Cora you wanna see your room?" I nodded. "Yes." He grabbed my hand and we went upstairs where we walked until we got to the end of the hall. Patrick opened a white door which lead to the best room ever. It was huge and it had green walls. The bed in the middle of the room had a purple blanket on it and lots of pillows. The desk on the side had a laptop and a lamp. There was a book shelf on the side with no books and it had it's own bathroom. The closet was really big. I mean the room was like a classroom. Not too big, not too small. Just right. "Oh My Gosh. " I said as I walked around. "Do you like it?" Patrick asked shyly. "YES!" I said and ran towards him and gave him a hug. "Thank you." I said. "Glad you liked it." He said. He looked at the watch. "Oh it's nine already. Time to go to bed."

I got under the blanket and cuddled with out teddy bear that I really liked. It was brown and it had 2 cute black button eyes. I knew I was going to end up throwing him on the floor because I can't sleep with stuffed animals. Patrick walked over to my side and moved some hair out of my face and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight sweetie." I smiled. "Goodnight Dad." He smiled when I said dad and then turned off the lights and closed the door.

It was too dark in the new room. I could hear Elisa and Patrick talking but they were speaking too soft for me to hear. I was tired and fell asleep almost immediately which was wierd since I usually can't sleep at night.

In my dream I was back in my old home. It was the day of my Mom's death. I was in my room crying silently while I heard my Mom yelling at someone through the phone. That had been happening all week. All I heard where things like "You can't take her away!" , "She hates you!" , "You will never find us!" , "I won't let you!" and " Stop calling me!" I didn't know who she was talking to but I was scared of whoever that was. I didn't like hearing her scream and whoever she was talking to wanted to take me away from her. My Mom was never a good Mom. She sometimes forgot to feed me, and was never in a good mood and didn't like doing things. But I still loved her. The few times she was happy and wanted to do things were the best days of my life and I looked foward for her to be in a good mood.

Anyways , My Mom came in the room and grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside into our car. She was in tears and we drove outside and into the freeway. I knew not to ask questions since she would just snap at me. We drove in silence and I was scared. She pulled over and unlocked the door. "Get out," she said. She wanted me to get out of our car and leave me on the side of the highway? I was almost in tears. "What?" I heard my small voice ask. "Get out! Please sweetie. It's for the best of both of us." I was scared but I got out of the car in tears. I stood on the side where the cars wouldn't run over me. "I love you," she said and drove away. A few minutes later a cop pulled over and asked me who had left me. "My mom. She was crying and then she pulled over and left me here." He nodded. "Get in the car." I got in the back. "How did you see me?" I asked. I was hiding behing a Bush hoping no one would see me and my Mom would come back. "Someone called saying there was a girl standing in the highway." He recited my Mom's phone number. "Is that you're mom's phone number?" I nodded. At least she cared enough to call.

Then I was at my Mom's funeral. There were only 10 people and I was crying on my mom's best friend's shoulder. When suddenly everything disappeared. It was just me and the coffin. I cried thinking about how my Mom died right after she dropped me off. Car accident. She was hit by a car. I cried slowly and backed away from the coffin. Maybe I can runaway from this . . . I turned my back on the coffin and walked down the aisle trying to get away from everything. The tears fell and I stopped cold in my track when I heard the coffin open. I turned to see something that looked like a human. The face was scared and burned and messed up. That's my mother . . . It was scary and hideous. The hand had claws and it had a creepy smile that started from cheek bone to the chin. One eye was missing.

My "mother" walked towards me slowly smiling wide. I was scared. I wanted to run. I couldn't run. What if it came after me? When "mother" came close to my face I closed my eyes. I was in tears and shaking. "Cora," the voice sounded like someone scratching a chalk board.

I woke up in tears and I was cold.  I was scared and now I heard screaming coming from downstairs. "PATRICK WHY COULDNT YOU AT LEAST TELL ME?" "I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A NICE SURPIRSE! WE WERE THINKING ABOUT ADOPTION ! AND ANYWAYS YOU HAD TO DEAL WITH WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU'RE MOM SO!-" "NO DON'T YOU PUT THIS ON MY MOM! MY MOM HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!"  " WELL THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO! IT'S ALREADY DONE! " "BUT NO! IT'S NOT JUST CORA! WHY AREN'T YOU COMING HOME EARLIER? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WERE GOING TO THE CLUB? PATRICK THIS IS BECOMING A NORMAL THING NOW!"  "WELL WHAT ABOUT YOU! YOU NEVER APPRECIATE WHEN I DO SOMETHING FOR YOU ANYMORE?" "LIKE WHEN?" "LAST WEEK! I CAME HOME EARLY JUST FOR YOU, CANCELED 3 INTERVIEWS AND YOU DIDNT EVEN WANT TO LOOK AT ME! LOOK I'M SORRY! I'M REALLY SORRY THAT I'VE BEEN DOING ALL THESE THINGS BUT-" "NO PATRICK! NO MORE BUTS! I AM TIRED OF BEING PUT OFF FOR YOUR MUSIC!" "I TOLD YOU WHEN WE FIRST STARTING DATING THAT THIS WOULD BE HARD BECAUSE OF THE MUSIC!" "I'm tired I'm going to bed Patrick. We'll talk about this in the morning. " "Fine."

"You're sleeping here. In the couch." I heard Elisa say and I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. She entered the room next to mines and I heard her cry. Not loud enough for Patrick to hear but loud enough for me to hear. I felt bad for her. Her husband was a celebrity and she just wanted him to herself for a while without the drama. I was still scared. Should I go downstairs with Patrick? I'm really scared right now. But I don't want to be a bother.

I waited an hour or so trembling in fear as my imagination took over and had me imagine to scariest things. Or at least they were scary for me. Before I broke down in tears again I got the courage to go downstairs where Patrick was. I slowly walked down the cold stairs,  without shoes, and trying to not be scared of the dark. When I got to the couch I saw Patrick sleeping on the couch. 

Should I wake him? But he looks so comfortable . . . I don't want to be a bother. And after what happened with Elisa he doesn't even want to see my face. Then I heard a creaking sound. Who cares, I'm going to be a bother. I poked Patrick's face. "PSHH PATRICK! " I whispered. He didn't even stir. I poked him a little more. "Patrick . . . " He woke up. "What? Hu? Cora . . . ? " I took a deep breath. "I'm scared can I sleep here with you?" He was squinting but then just shrugged. "Yeah, come." He spread out his arms as if waiting for me to lie down to wrap his arms around me. I lied down next to him and he put the blanket on us and wrapped his arms around me still half asleep. "Why were you scared?" He whispered. I sighed. "I was dreaming about my Mom's . . . death and funeral." He hugged me a little more. "It's okay now. I'm here." He started humming a lullaby. The couch was really wide so I wasn't squished. Soon I feel asleep in Patrick's embrace and I felt safe. Like a little girl in her Dad's arms.

AUTHORS NOTE:

HEY GUYS!! SORRY THIS TOOK LONG!! SCHOOL . . . HOMEWORK . . .  THESE 2 THINGS PREVENTED ME FROM WORKING ON THE STORY BUT SPRING BREAK STARTED TODAY SO YAAYY! HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT !! AND TO EVERYONE WHO'S BEEN READING MY STORIES I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU GUYS!! K VOTE, COMMENT,  AND SHARE. TELL ME IF YOU LIKED WHAT I WROTE OR IF YOU COMPLETLY HATED IT AND WISH TO BURN THIS STORY. K STAY WIERD MY FRIENDS AND LOVE TONY PERRY! AKA MAH TURTLE!