Chapter 11

Francisca's POV

* Three years ago *

I'm sitting alone at the dance, the father- daughter dance . I didn't want to come to this dance, I didn't want to think about how all these girls are with their fathers and I'm just missing mine.

I hear about him. Almost every time I open my phone I search for his name, for my brothers name.

I never have the courage to try and make contact though. Why? because I'm such a coward when it comes to this.

I don't want to make mom mad, I fear to know if my father actually gave me up.

But I guess because of those fears I'm where I am right now, alone in a father-daughter dance.

I really really didn't want to come, but Jenny and Lori convinced me to, we've only been friends for two months and I don't want them to think I'm lame or something.

They said that we'd be hanging out the whole time and we have, until it was time for the father - daughter dance.

So here I am being miserable, just watching the fathers with their daughters. When suddenly I