This story is a direct continuation of "Florida Flings". it will contain a mature theme with bad language and sexual reference. We kick off exactly where we left it, with Kendall's daughter...

Ophelia's Story:

"What did you do when you got the rope, Logan?" I asked as Mitchell moved next to me and slipped his hand in mine.

Logan ran a hand through his hair that was looking neat and tidy when he first arrived but was now dishevelled and limp. "There wasn't any rope... Carlos gave me his tie and James helped me to pin Kacey down. I tied her hands behind her back while we tried to come to terms with what the fuck had just happened." Logan said, looking at Mitchell, Sheriden and I in an apologetic way. I don't think I had heard him swear in real life, just in his movies. I looked at Georgi who was across the room, her eyes fixed on Logan's lips as she deciphered what he was explaining.

"How did she end up dead if all you did was tie her hands up?" Mitch asked from the side of me.

Logan glanced at Savannah, who just shrugged at him to say 'go ahead'. "Kacey was... screaming... not from the pain in her leg. As far as I could tell, that was just a flesh wound. The noise was awful, an insane, shrill, non stopping scream. "Savs grabbed... I don't know, one of the kids hoodies or something. She rammed as much of the sleeve in to Kacey's mouth as she could to shut the crazy bitch up. I remember feeling the biggest sense of relief when the noise stopped. I was still bleeding from being shot by her... It was pretty bad. Kenzie and Carlos were trying to sort me out, Fran was getting me some towels. Kendall, I think he was upstairs checking on all you guys. Georgi... You were crying. Savannah was trying her hardest to calm you down. James was about to phone the police... Then Tammi realised something wasn't right with Kacey. By the time the gag had been pulled out of her mouth she was dead... choked... Her eyes were wide open and glassy." He said, still staring in to space.

I looked at Savannah Pena. "So all of this is your fault!" I accused.

The blonde bimbo stared daggers at me. Carlos placed his hand in hers defensively. "It wasn't Savs fault. She had been through a lot which made her do what she did." Carlos said softly.

"What? turn out to be a vile human being?" I snapped back.

Savannah smiled at me. "when I was your age, Phee, I was raped by two men. They fucked me and abused me until my insides bled. A couple of years later I was held at gun point in a robbery by three armed men. One of which hacked my hair off with a serrated machete. I'm sure if these things had of happened to you then you would of handled it with dignity and grace but between you and I, Phee, It fucked me up in the head just a teensy bit. I never meant for the stupid bitch to die... I just wanted the noise to stop." She finished, her eyes locked on me.

I had no idea. I felt ashamed and ridiculous that I knew so little about my families past.

"We were all in a panic, all didn't know what the hell was going to happen. We voted to just deal with the body ourselves." Logan continued.

"I didn't, neither did Savannah. Both of us wanted the police." Fran said as she made an appearance in the kitchen doorway.

Logan nodded to agree. "The majority voted. Georgi..." He said now signing as he spoke. You were so young. You were trembling in shock and borderline hysterical. I wish I could turn back the clock so you didn't have to go through what you did. Your dad gave you a drink... with sleeping pills in it. He put you up in to your bed and I think we all just decided to try and give you the chance of it never having happened to you. He... all of us decided to just play it off as a bad dream. I know you've suffered through the years because of it but..."

"You lied to me!" Georgi signed angrily. "I never believed it was a dream and I came to you after I felt like I was going insane. I begged you for the truth because I knew you of all people would tell me it. You lied. You sent me to fucking therapy, Logan. You said you suffered from bad dreams too. It wasn't a fucking dream. You killed her. I hate you. I hate every single one of you." She finished, her hands moving at the speed of light with her emotional rant. Her tears running freely down her cheeks. I watched on as she stormed out of the room.

"I was trying to protect you."Logan called after her, but it literally fell on deaf ears.

"I will chat with her later." James said, pouring himself out a large vodka and downing it in one go. "I think it's best if we all call it a night. Things will seem clearer in the morning." He added.

"Say goodnight to Mitchell, Phee. We are leaving." My dad said.

I looked at Mitchell. "I will call you tomorrow." I said softly, then followed behind my dad and Fran.

Once at home, things went from bad to worse as my dad and Fran began world war 3 in the kitchen. I sat at the top of the stairs, looking down at them through the gaps in the bannister rails.

My dad and Fran were never big on fighting. I had only witnessed a couple of arguments between them. But they were making up for it now.

"16 years! 16 years and you couldn't fucking tell me the truth." Fran cried out. The despair in her voice was awful. Guilt really did pile itself inside me, brick by brick until I was consumed by it.

"How the fuck was I meant to say it huh?!" My dad retaliated. "That little girl knows nothing about me, I couldn't say anything for her own protection. It's what Sheriden wanted. It's what instructions she gave to Mackenzie on her fucking deathbed." My dad yelled, he was so sure of himself.

"Sheriden was happily married to James... Why did you always have to go and fuck things up for her. So go on then tell me! How long were you fucking each other for that time?" Fran demanded.

My dad actually laughed. "Happily married to James?! James was off sticking his dick in Tammi for months. It was all worked out Fran. James was with her, I was with Sheriden... It was just you that Fucked it up by sticking around." My dad said hurtfully. I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart by his words, God knows what Fran now felt like.

"How long Kendall?" Fran asked again, her voice unsteady. She looked broken.

My dad shrugged. "10 months... A year?" He replied.

Fran sat down in one of the dining chairs and cried. I felt awful. This is not what I wanted to happen.

"Why didn't you tell me back then? Got rid of me?" Fran sniffed.

Again my dad shrugged. He seemed bored almost. "Because of Phee I guess... She had just started calling you mom... I didn't want her to lose another."

I felt my own tears fall down my cheeks. What had I done.

I heard the legs of Frans chair scrape backwards as she stood back up. "If you ever had the decency to ask me to marry you, I would be asking for a divorce right now... I'm thankful that you never did. Makes leaving you so much easier now." She said picking up her car keys and placing her phone in her purse.

"You're not serious? Fran, like you said it was 16 years ago." My dad replied, he sounded like his betrayal didn't mean anything.

Fran stopped in her tracks. Her face red from crying. "How many women have you screwed since we got together... The gossip columns and internet have let me in on a few... Then of course I caught you with the Asian girl last christmas... How many times Kendall... How many?" She cried.

My dad relented, I saw him sweep his hand through his hair. "Hundreds." He replied.

I felt sick.

"How many of those women have had babies that I don't know about?" Fran asked.

"Don't be stupid Fran. None. Look, I admit, things between us have lost their way but I don't want us to separate." My dad added, a plead in his voice.

"I can't take it any longer, Kendall... I will be at Parker's beach house until I can find something more permanent." She said then walked out the kitchen. She saw me sat on the stairs. We looked at each other for a few moments. Then she headed for the front door.

"Fran wait!" I called out, my feet taking two steps at a time as I tried to get to her. My dad stood in the kitchen doorway. "I want to come with you." I said, standing awkwardly for a few seconds before I wrapped my arms around her and cried. I felt the back of her hand smooth down my hair as she welcomed me in to the embrace.

"Please, I want to stay with you... Please."I begged her. The tears rolling hard.

"Is that okay with you, Kendall?" Fran asked my dad. I turned to look. He looked emotional but nodded. I was then led out by Fran to her car