“That was a good hit.” he stood up gently wiping the blood from his nose. He looked at her with a look of pride, almost any way. “It’s good to see that I don’t have to worry about you.”

   “You didn’t answer my question.” Shane had her hands tightly held in fist at her side; she was ready and more than willing to hit him again. She could feel a nauseating sickness when she looked at him, but at the same time she looked for those small looks that he gave her when she was his daughter for those few days.

   “Your doing that thing again, where you start to think like Me.” that caused Shane to punch him again, this time she hit him square in the mouth. It stung as her hand made contact with his teeth she had a small nick on her hand.

   “I’m nothing like you, I never want to be.” she could hear foot steps behind her; she turned to look at Carmen. Her face calm, her eyes held a stare that Shane had only ever seen once. She felt a sort of fear and happiness when she saw that stare.

   “Keep telling yourself that. I’m not here to mess up your life or yours.” this time he looked at Carla, who couldn’t move when she saw him. “I’m only here to give you something’s. I was going to send this to you, but I ran into an old friend of mine who convinced me other wise.”

     In his hand he held a small envelope, her name was hand written on it in a thin print. She looked at it not having a clue what she was supposed to do with it.

   “What the fuck is that?” she didn’t move to grab, if it was from him she didn’t want anything to do with it.

   “A letter, from me.” he put gave it to her, waiting for her to do something.

     Shane had to admit that she wanted to read the letter, to see what he had to say. But it didn’t over power her feeling of hatred for him, so she threw it on the floor. She didn’t blink, or look away; she just stared meeting his challenge.