The ride was silent, no one dared to speak a word to me. William did the occasional glances at me, worried and concerned.

My eyes glassy. heart numb. Tears run out. Mouth dry. Body aching.

Ratchet had checked my arm, noticing my physical pain, which was now in a cast. Broken. Like my heart.

Too bad emotional and mental pain can't be fixed like Physical pain.

We slowed to a stop in the base, I didn't want to talk to anyone, make eye contact with anyone. I know I would break again, burst into tears. I didn't want that.

I slowly exited the military jeep, being in the human hanger, I walked across the room shamefully, eyes casted down to the plain floor. I felt eyes on me, but didn't dare look up.

"Cathrine", a voice spoke up... Dad's voice. My eyes widened at the floor, heart dropping.

"Yeah?", I kept my voice strong, although deep down I was dying slowly.

"This is your fault"

I looked up, to be face to face with the man known as my father, eyes connecting, "what?", I whispered dreadfully, tears swelling in my eyes instantly.

"This", he gestured to everything around us, ignoring the glares he received from William and some soldiers, "is all your fault, Cathrine. ALL of it", he glared at me harshly making me flinch.

I stared at him, with empty eyes, my legs wobbling, ready to fall any second. "No..", I tried to disagree, but my voice failed, sounding wobbly.

"Yes", his eyes hard and cold, a frown on his lips, "it is, your family separating was your fault, now...Luke's dead, your brother, my son!. You're all alone now Cathrine, are you happy now!?", my dad snarled angrily, looking at me in disgust.

Tears slowly dripped from my eyes, mouth wobbling, teeth chattering together, "no...you cheated-", I started to denie.

"No more excuses!, Don't you dare come home", he cut me off angry and frustrated at me, he growled wildly and turned to leave, "dad!", I called out, touching his shoulder. "Dad!-"

"Don't you dare call me that again!", he yelled, spinning around. Everything seems to blur suddenly.

My eyes widened, a stinging sensation erupted on my left cheek, as my head flew sideways from a sudden force. Head hanging downwards. Slowly I touched my cheek.

"You slapped me...", I whispered in disbelief, my eyes glassy.

"Mr Ranson, that is no way to treat your daughter!", the generals voice suddenly boomed angrily, footsteps and movement soon to be heard.

"She is not my daughter, not anymore."

I slowly looked up, hair messy, I gently held my red left cheek. Lennox jogged up to me quickly, eyes worried, but filled with anger towards the male in front of me.

William gently held an ice pack against my cheek, I winced In pain, "stay still, this will keep it from being bruised an swollen", he explained to me softly.

"I'm a Patail", I whispered, with the little confidence I had.

"For the hell you are, put your mothers name in shame!", dad yelled in fury, "and your certainly not a Ranson!"

"So who are you Cathrine?", he hisses, "you're a nobody!", he stated harshly.

Dad grunted, and turned fully away and started to walk off. Tears leaked my eyes. I am someone... I am..

"DAD!", I screamed, trying to run after him, to collapse to the floor. Legs weak. Body tired. Heart aching and breaking.

"Dad!, please don't leave me!", I begged at the retreating figure, who didn't look back, not once. Who didn't hesitate one bit.

The man I knew as my father grabbed the door handle, turning it.

"Daddy..", I whispered voice cracking and breaking, hair falling around my face, trying to get to my feet. Lennox tried to help me, but I pushed him away. I can get up myself!. I am someone!.

"DAD!", I yelled at the man who opened the door. I ran after him, stumbling here an there. Heart racing. Tears blocking my vision.

I made it to him... For the door to slam shut in my face. The door locked. I leant my forehead against the cold metal door.

Slowly hearing his once loud footsteps... to soon disappear. I dropped to my knees. Tears dripping to the floor. Shoulders shaking wildly. Sobs as whimpers escaping.

I am Cathrine.

Not cat, not cathy, not Patail, not Ranson.

Just Cathrine

I am the unknown.