"Dad, will you tell me everything?" Keesha asked cautiously as she, her father, and Taylor were walking the grounds of her estate. She felt as if she was caged in darkness. Her past so terribly close but yet still so unbearably far. Visions would light up in her mind and then what seemed to just burn out seconds later.

Hunter nodded his head slowly. "When you were born you were born deaf."

Keesha smiled sympathetically at him. "I know that already." She said it softly because it still hurt to know the truth and to know that her mother had lied to her for so long.

When he looked over at her, Hunter had to smile. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so different from when he last saw her. "Baby, when you were young your mother decided she wanted you to start modeling. She wanted you to follow in her footsteps."

A deep frown creased Keesha's face and Taylor gently took her hand in his. When she looked up at him she gave him a tiny small and continued to listen to her father as he unraveled her past.

"You modeled on and on throughout your childhood. And when you became a teenager and started to grow up you started to change and become what you swore to everyone you would never be." He said guardedly.

"I don't understand." Keesha said as she lightly touched her father's arm.

Hunter sighed painfully. Trying to keep his angry tears under control. "Keesh, you became a 'Barbie.' You did what you were told all the time, and if one of your so-called friends was doing or trying something, well so were you. You were so concerned and frightened about not fitting in because of your deafness that you did everything to fit in."

Keesha bit her bottom lip. This is where her visions came from. When she was young and what appeared to be, stupid.

"This went on for three years. And I had to sit back and watch because Asia swore that she was taking care of you. Making sure that you were hanging out with all the right people." He sighed regretfully. "And I believed her."

Hunter took another deep breath while Keesha sucked in hers and waited for him to carry on. When she was about to grip Taylor's hand tighter, she really didn't need to. He did it for her.

"After your fourteenth birthday, you got worse. You were taking the same pills that Asia took…" He trailed off from there. Not wanting to finish what was after that.

He then shook his head roughly. "You were drinking some wine one night and smoking. A new habit you had picked up from one of your many friends." He said distastefully.

"And?" Keesha asked. She braced herself for the blow that she knew was coming. They even stopped walking so that she could prepare for it.

"The cigarettes were laced. No one knows with exactly what though. It was just laced with a heavy mixture of all different kind of drugs." Hunter said sadly, as he avoided her gaze.

"You popped some of your pills again. The drugs mixed and you literally freaked out. You started throwing things and yelling and hitting and scratching and biting and fighting."

Taylor grabbed a hold of her shoulders when he saw her slightly losing her balance.

Keesha pushed him away slowly. She didn't want comfort. She didn't want safetly. She wanted to know. She needed to know what she did to herself.

"When you were done and everyone left you alone you went into the bathroom. No one knows what happened in there, or how you even got the blade, but you did and you sliced at your arms and wrists." When Hunter looked up he noticed that Keesha was staring at him. But not with the accusation he thought that she would have.

Keesha stared intently at her father. He looked as if she was going to accuse him to blame him for her stupidity, her foolishness, and her obsession with fitting in. She simply shook her head at the questioning look his eyes held as he met her gaze.

She hugged him then. Him and Taylor. Holding onto the two things that really made sense to her at that moment. And people whom she loved and trusted and just knew that they would always be there for her.