A/N: You won, I'm having your baby! I mean yeah I'd do a question answer round because everyone wants this! Couldn't believe each of you would want that again. DROP YOUR QUESTION IN THIS CHAPTER OR DM ME UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER IS UP! I'D NOT ACCEPT ANY QUESTION ONCE THE NEXT CHAPTER IS UP! YOU CAN ASK THE AUTHOR (don't ask XD) OR ANY CHARACTER, EVEN REGINA (MADISON'S GIRLFRIEND eh).

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*Italics are flashbacks*

I look at the huge white marble stone three storied building in front of me and a long sigh skips from my mouth.

It's really the hardest to take any decision about a person who has once loved you the most and also has put you through endless pain. My dad is the person who would put me over everything, even his life but he did some expectations when I needed it the most, I can't deny that.

I take my steps towards the brown gate and press the doorbell. I press it again impatiently when none opens the door. I look down at my feet and then look up hearing a click sound.

"Evening Miss, how can I help you?"

The whole world around me stops moving watching the person in front of me. It's the same greyish green eyes I've been searching for since I was a not even a teenager. Nothing has changed, nothing has changed about him. Only his hair, it's not red anymore, it's platinum blonde.

"Excuse me, you're looking for someone Miss?" He asks rising his eyebrows when I fail to make any word with my trembling lips.

"M....Mikey and Snow, we'll sing o......our lullaby." I utter the lines by taking my step forward, looking at his green eyes. "Ti......Tired blue eyes will Mikey g......gently close."

"Snow?" Before I understand I find myself wrapped in Michael's arms, leaving kisses in my hair and squeezing me lightly.

"Wh.......where were you when I needed you to close my tired blue eyes?" I ask cupping his soaked cheeks. "You were the only living thing I was searching for when my heart was bleeding Mike." I fail to stop myself from breaking down in tears this time. I sniffle before pressing my cheeks on his chest again.

Only God knows how many nights I've cried just to feel this warmth against my soaked cheeks again.

"Dad," I look at Michael when he starts to talk, "Everything against him in my mind melted away hearing the news about him. Come inside first." He takes me to the big drawing hall and I sit on the couch beside him.

"I've tried to find you but there was not a single clue of you. I went to Jacksonville and Mani told me what happened to you and you're studying in the University here. I tried to reach you over your phone but couldn't reach you. I went to your dormitory and got to know that you're in summer camp. Then Luke told me that he'll bring you to NYC to meet dad. It's been two days since we have shifted in our Michigan's house because dad wanted to."

"Luke told you? You mean Harry? He was going to take me to NYC to meet dad?" I ask looking at him surprisingly.

"Yeah?" He nods blankly looking at me.

"Do you even know what he did to...............okey can we just skip anything about Harry, I mean Luke," I sigh and roll my eyes. "Because you don't know how badly I've been played."

"Did he do something wrong to you? Did he hurt you? I swear I'd send him to a free vacation in the hospitals just like Madison." Michael looks at me with clenched jaw.

"I would tell you everything later. And wait................what you did to Madison?" I ask widening my eyes.

"We....I............"

"Michael be straight." I snap when he mumbles.

"I couldn't kinda control myself when I heard how he ditched you." He runs his tattoo covered fingers in his hair, looking down. "Don't worry it's just some plasters on his hands and a few band-aids here and there." He says not looking at me.

"Oh my goodness Michael, you haven't changed." I roll my eyes at him. "And that's what I need right now." I chuckle looking at him, causing him to smile shyly.
"Now where's dad and how all these happened?" I ask when Michael stands up from the couch and gestures me to follow him.

"Well before you know lemme introduce you to a doctor, Dr. Michael Clifford," He stops while climbing up the stairs and clears his throat dramatically.

"You and a doctor?" I turn around at him and emphasize each of the words. "What do you do? Fight with patients or change your hair color according to your patient's lipstick's color?" I surprise myself by laughing.

Yes, I'm laughing, only because of the person beside me who makes me strong.

Life is so unpredictable. Yesterday night I was crying to Jesus, asking him why he's taking everything away from me. And now I'm thanking him to send this angel in the right phase of my life. Maybe that's how life works, shuffling.

"Excuse me little Miss Snow White!" He looks at me widening his eyes, keeping his hands on his hips and then pinches my nose softly. "You can google my name in the top ten successful cardiologist's list, hot too, huh!"

"We really need mugs of coffee and nights to share each other's stories Michael." I tell shaking my head looking down.

On the way to dad's room Michael tells me that dad was found senseless in our NYC's house before he found out about dad in news. He was in ICU for nearly three weeks and whispered only my name after he got back in sense. He's passing through some major depression, heart disease and his high blood pressure hasn't discontinued. He's under strong medication now. Michael is just here to be beside him, dad's personal doctor is taking care of his prescription and maintenance.

"I promised that I'd get back when it's time, when I'd be able to prove him that I don't need his money anymore and now I'm back to him. I considered to forget what he did with me because......." Michael sighs heavily before swirling the doorknob. "He's really regretting what he has done and going through immerse pain right now in this age, he needs us or else we'd have to loss him like........like mum." Michael whispers as I follow him inside the room.

"Dad!" Michael walks to the bed and bends down a little.

I tiptoe to the bed and notice my dad's tall figure lying lifelessly on the bed.

"Where did you go leaving me Michael? Don't leave me like this again, never." Dad's raspy faint voice brushes against my ears.

"I won't." Michael takes dad's hands in his and kisses his knuckles. "I just went downstairs to receive a gift for you." Michael smiles looking at me.

"I don't need any of those visiting cards or flowers, throw them away. Just let me know if you can bring my little girl back to me."

"Your little girl is here dad." I whisper going near him when he sits up on the bed.

I feel the corners of my eyes getting heavy when he looks at me. Is he the same person I left on my wedding day? His toned muscles has become so lean and the skin looks so pale. The stubble on his cheek is making him look sicker, older. I sit in front of him and place my hands over his, caressing my thumb over them lightly.

"Excuse me guys." Michael walks out of the room, leaving me and dad alone in the room.

"Snow you d.......don't have to do anything or you can marry Madison, I would walk you down the aisle to him but don't leave me!" he tells breathing fast, cupping my cheeks with his trembling hand. "I'd listen to you, I'd listen to Michael and........................."

"Dad." I cut him off and hug him, circling my hand over his back gently. I rest my face on his shoulder when his hands reaches my back and he holds me tightly, maybe in fear of losing.

"I'm not going anywhere." I tell pushing him away from me gently. "But you've to promise me that you'd follow everything your doctor would tell you to get well soon." I rise up my eyebrows and he nods quickly, putting the widest smile on his lips.

"I've hurt you so much and I deserve to suffer more. I don't deserve so angelic children like you." I hug him again when he breaks down in tears.

"I would go back to stay in my dorm if you cry again." I whisper and he immediately wipes away the tears.

"Where were you these days? Luke told me that he'd bring you back but he didn't. I sent my men too to find you the day after your wedding. They told me that they saw you and Luke in his car. They tried to stop you but couldn't."

My lips slightly apart in surprise hearing the words from my father.

"Who were the people chasing you harry and why were they chasing us? You told me that you'll tell me later." I ask him widening my eyes.

"I don't want you to know because if you know, you'll regret what you know." He mostly whispers looking at me.

So they were my father's men who were chasing after us? But Harry wanted me to bring back to my father. Why he didn't just do that simply? Did he love................No, he can't. None can hide something for such a long time if there's real love.

"Stella, take Snow to her room. Snow, Stella will be your personal assistant." My dad tells pointing to the brunette girl who has entered inside the room when I was busy with talking to my subconscious. She looks four or five years older than me.

"Good evening, nice to meet you ma'am." She tells bending her head a little with a smile on her face.

"Snow, just call me Snow." I tell forcing a welcoming smile.

I'm taken to my large room by Stella. The room is fully decorated with fashionable white furniture. A big picture of me is hanging over the headboard. The round bed is very large for a single person. There is a big floor length window on side of the bed and there's also a big closet on the other side of the bed. The closet looks like a shop which has clothings and footwear from mostly Versace and all the brand I haven't tried to look for in the shopping mall for a long time.

"I'll make the bathroom ready for you if you want to warm yourself up ma'am, sorry, Snow." Stella tells.

"Erm...yea, I just need a hot bath, I'm feeling so tired." I tell looking around the big luxurious room.

"Mr. Clifford was asking if you're willing to have dinner with him on the dining table. I'll arrange the dinner for you in the dining hall then." She asks.

"Mr. Clifford as in Michael?" I ask confusingly.

"Yes." She nods.

"I'm not really hungry. I'll tell you if I feel like eating." I tell her and she walks inside the bathroom.

"Stella, when you're talking to me, maintain some exceptional rules please. First of all, don't call yourself my assistant and address Michael as Michael, not Mr. Clifford." I tell loud enough so that she can hear me from the bathroom.

After a minute she tells that the bathtub is ready. I tell her to go for now and I'll call her if I need anything. Smiling, she walks out of the room and I lock the door. I sit sadly on the big comfy bed and look at the ceiling laying down on it.

It's getting impossible for me to breathe right now. Whenever I'm satisfied with my life, curses start to shower on me. Why? Why I'm chosen to suffer every kind of pain in life? I thought my life will become perfect with Madison but it didn't. I took the effort of fixing my broken heart by giving it to Harry. But no, he broke it into pieces along with my trust. He could've told me about his real identity, I would've accepted it but it's too late.

He broke my heart before I wanted to let him rebuilt it, that heart which was already fragmented.