When we walked into the kitchen, the man stood up. "John, this is Bianca," he said. I waved my hand saying hi to him. "And Bianca," my mom paused, "this is John, your father."  

I stayed silent for a while my mind processing what I just heard. She must have been playing a joke on me, she was not serious. It was either that or I just had a hearing issue because I sure as hell do not have a father. My mom stood there looking at me waiting for some type of reaction from me, seeing her serious face told me that this was not a joke and she was very much serious about it.

The man whose name I just learned is John started to walk closer, I took a step back making me hit CJ. "Bianca, I know you must have a lot of questions and I-" I stared at him, he must not be serious. He had the audacity to start the conversation like that after being absent all my life. How dare he even try to know me at all. Although part of me had been wishing to know my father and to meet him, I knew better than to meet him. My life was better without him and he had decided his life would be better without me also. 

I looked at him in front of me as he continued on talking not hearing anything he was saying. I looked at my mom, I did not know who to be angry at. Him for staying out of my life or my mom for allowing him to come back after the pain he has caused the both of us. I never thought someone who was nothing, but a stranger to you could cause so much pain. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I then just stormed out of the kitchen. I grabbed my bag I had left by the door and walked out of the house.

I needed to get out of the house before I did something I'd regret. I ran to my car opening the door to get out of here or maybe just drive to another state or something. Anything would be better than staying here, "Bianca," I heard my name being called. I chose to ignore it, I had nothing to say to anyone. I was about to enter the car when I felt my body being pulled, I was turned around to face CJ. He was holding onto both of my arms, "where are you going?" He questioned me.

"I have no idea," I answered him honestly, "but it would be a good time to travel. It's nice this time of year in Florida," I told him. 

"What?" He asked me raising his eyebrows. I simply shrugged my shoulders and turned back around to leave. "Bianca, you are clearly upset. You shouldn't be driving while you are angry. If you do not care about yourself, at least think about the people you will be sharing the road with," he said before I had a chance to enter the car.

"I am not upset," I told him. 

"Really?" He asked me, "so you did not storm out of the house because you are upset?" He asked me.

"I did storm out, but I doubt upset would be the right word to use," I replied, "just wanted to get out before hitting someone."

"That would be called being angry or maybe you are not angry," he said. I still did not bother turning around, "maybe you are sad."

"Sad?" I asked him as if I did not know the definition of the word. 

"Yes, you just met your father for the first time. There are millions of emotions going on in your head and sadness would be a big one mixed with the anger of course," he said. I took a deep breath. Maybe part of me was sad about it. However, I was more angry than sad. I just wanted to crush him or kill or something. I would do anything for what happened to be untrue or maybe even restart my day. "Bianca," CJ called me. I chose not to answer him afraid how my voice would come out.

No words were exchanged after a while, I heard CJ sigh behind me. He then put his hands on my hips gently, I looked down at where his hands were placed. If it was anyone else, I would have told them to remove them already, but it was CJ. Somehow that meant something to me, he came closer to me. I could feel his breath on my neck, "hey, it's okay," he whispered in my ear. At that moment, I felt a tear fall down my face. It seemed like my tears were always associated with him somehow. 

To me my life was going perfectly right now, I was stable in this new town and I actually liked it here, but someone had to come to mess it up. CJ turned me around making me look at him, he searched my eyes trying to find something. "You're right, I shouldn't be driving," I sniffled and wiped my cheeks. He pulled me towards him giving me a hug. I did not bother hugging him back, he let go of me and looked at me giving me a sorry face.

"I'm so sorry," he said. I did not want to hear his apology. He had nothing to apologize for, my so-called father needed to apologize. I probably wouldn't be accepting it, but I would be glad to hear it. 

"Can I stay at your place tonight?" I asked him. It's not like it was a big difference since he lived across the street from me.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Okay, give me a sec," I said. He nodded his head, I closed my car door and walked back to the house. I had no idea what I would be saying or what I even wanted to. As soon as I walked inside, both of them stood up from the sofa looking at me. 

"Bianca, I am so sorry," my mom said first, I looked at her face. I knew her well enough to know she meant it. 

"It's fine," I said, "I will be staying at CJ's tonight, is that okay?" I questioned. She nodded her head giving me an apologetic face. 

"Bianca it would mean-" my so-called father started.

I cut him off before he even has a chance to continue, "I'm turning eighteen next month," I told him. "I will legally be an adult so if you were thinking about being a dad, it's kind of too late. And I lived for seventeen years without you and I would be super happy if I could live the rest of my life without you. I don't have to talk to you so please don't try to talk to me. As far as I know, you are nothing but a random man who took advantage of my mom and happened to give me a sperm."