Peyton's point of view: You know that earth shattering, feel like shit feeling you get when something bad happens and it's to you. Yeah well that's how I felt. How in the ****ing hell did that happen?! And more importantly who in the ****ing hell was my real dad and why hasn't he tried to find me before?! I don't know what happened but I just got up and grabbed my keys and slammed the door behind me. I got in my car and cranked it up and threw it in reverse and back into drive making my tires squeal as I tore out of the driveway. I didn't care. My parents kept something crucial from me so now I was going to go find him. I was going to go find my real dad.
No I got the next part lol. Peyton's point of view: I had no idea where I was going but I knew I had to start somewhere. I saw a sign point to which lane I should be in to go to Alabama and I decided right there I was going back to Mississippi. Back to my old life. I swerved over quickly causing quite a few people to honk their horns at me. One guy drove up beside me and was shaking his fist at me and I just lifted up my middle finger at him and mouthed:"Eat it bitch." He seemed a little offended but then he got mad and decided he wanted to swerve at me so I sped up and left his stupid ass behind. I was getting closer to Alabama when I looked down to see how much gas I had left. I had a quarter of a tank. Shit. I took the next exit and got to a gas station and filled my car. It took $48 to fill my car up but I had a full tank of gas so I was good. I got back in my car and started driving again and got back on the interstate. Everybody kept honking at me and in turn I would flip them off because I was in no mood to be messed with. I drove all night and part of the morning and made quite a few rest stops and gas stops along the way but I finally arrived back in the place I call home. Philadelphia, Mississippi. I knew this is where my dad had to be. I didn't know where but I knew he had to be and I was going to find my dad to figure out why the hell he didn't want to be my dad.