Peyton wanted to be alone. She didn't want anyone to see her cry because her eyes were all puffy and red and there were tear stains on her cheeks. As she ran with her head down she stopped at a door and briefly thought that she was lucky for not running into someone or worse...John. She didn't want to see him either. She was extremely mad with him to even glance at him.

She opened the door and sat in the corner, not even bothering to check if it was clean or not. She finally let her small sobs fill the confined space. The girl curled up, drawing her knees to her chest trying not too feel lonely.

Oh, how she wanted her daddy's hug right about now. She wanted to hear him say that everything was going to be okay and that her mom would just leave all the custody stuff alone. She wanted to be with her daddy, not her mom. A big sob escaped her at the thought of her daddy being worried. This was all her step-mom's fault.

She just knew it.