8 - The Family.
We get home. I rushed up to my room because I didn't want to deal with those 3 guys. As I ran up to my room I ignored to yelling to come back down.
Once I got to my room I saw that my stuff was delivered, but all in boxes. I checked my phone for notifications before starting on my room.
-§-
I had finished my room quite quickly, but I was exhausted nonetheless. I didn't bother checking my phone before collapsing on my bed, falling into a deep sleep, but not for long.
In the middle of the night I woke up tucked in my covers, which must have been Rickard's doing. What woke me up was my phone ringing. It was Molly.
"Hello," I say groggily.
"Hey, I got the results," Molly responds.
"You didn't have to call me at this hour. Plus, I was already asleep."
"Well i'm sorry to wake you..." She paused before continuing. "Richard is your father Charlie."
I couldn't think right. It was either the shock or sleep deprivation. I looked down at my phone again. Molly has hung up expecting that I wasn't going to continue talking to her.
I have to find Richa-Jim. I have to find Jim.
I creep over to my door. I open it slowly, trying not to make too much noise. I have no idea where his room is, but I guess and choose the one next to mine.
I open the door. It's hard to see in the dark, but I can see it's not his room, it's Jesse's. I was about to leave, but I woke him up.
"What are you doing in my room so late at night," he asked.
That's when it hit me like a time of bricks. I have a brother. An actual brother.
"Jesse..." I break down in a crying before I can finish.
"What's wrong with you?" He gets out of bed, finally noticing I'm crying. "What wrong?"
Before I could respond Jim comes bursting into the room. He must have heard me crying.
"What did you do this time Jesse," Jim asked.
"I didn't do anything! She came in here, I asked what she was doing then she started crying," Jesse protests.
"What are you doing up so late honey," Jim asks as he kneels down to my height.
"Jim...," I whisper.
Then it hit both of them like a ton of bricks. "Oh, Charlie. That's right, it's me, Jim. I'm your dad," Jim says happily.
I throw myself at him, giving him a bear hug. Jesse joins into the hug too. I'm still crying, and my voice can just barely be heard. "Daddy..."