If I Stay. (Sam Wilkinson fanfic)

chapter 30

****Just to clear something out real quick; Tia is spanish for aunt. Marlene is hispanic so, yeah. Her aunts name is Elena.****

"Marlene wake up." A small voice says to me. "Marlene!!" It shouts, and smacks my stomach. "Ow, WHAT THE FU....." I begin to say, until I see that it's Jorge. "Oh shit sorry- I mean GOSH! Don't tell mommy or daddy I said that. And don't wake me up like that." I say. He shurgs and turns. "We're here. At Tia's. Everyone was taking the bags in and I came to see if you were still alive because you weren't getting out of the car." He says. I laugh, and we go to the house. It's been a while since I've been here. Two story house with plenty of bedrooms for whenever we come and visit. This was my grandma's house until she passed. Tia lived here with her, that's why she is here. In the inside it's a pretty basic look, but it's huge. The kitchen is twice the size of any kitchen I've ever seen, and the living room is massive. Those two rooms take up the whole first floor. Upstairs is like a second house, just without the kitchen. It has 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and another living room. Each room is decorated the same. White walls, black furniture, and a medium sized closet. The covers on the bed you would choose in a small closet next to the bathroom that is not in a bedroom. The small living room- if you would call a 216 sq ft living room small- has a huge television, with a wall and a half covered with a sofa looking couch. the other half has a pool and foosball table. "This place is badass." Sam says, walking up behind me. "I guess I'm living here now." I mumble. "What? Marlene are you serious?" I says looking at me. "Chill out. I'm not sure yet because it's chaos right now but I think so. Don't make a big deal out of something that is not for sure, please." I say. I walk to the room farthest from the living room, and set my bag on the dresser.

I walk back downstairs and see Cris and Jorge on the table eating chips. "Hey Jorgy." I say, sitting next to him. I give Cris a nod and he nods back. "Where's mom?" I ask. "In Tia's room. I didn't see her yet though." He says. I nod, and go back upstairs and knock on the door, lightly. "Mom... It's me Marlene. Can I come in?" I ask. The door nob jiggles, and it opens a little bit to see her face. She smiles and opens the door all the way for me to come in. "I missed you." She says. "I missed you too. Mom, what happened? Did he do anything to you? What did he say? Where is he?" I ask. "Marlene, calm down. He wasn't going out to get you, that was a lie. But he is pretty mad. You see..... Marlene, your dad is in town." She says. I blink, and stand back. "My.... my dad? Like biological dad?" "Yes. He tried to get in touch with me or you but instead he got David and he got mad. I didn't know any of this was going to happen and he thought you were out with Angelo- your biological father- so he called you. I didn't want you to know any of this was happening...." "Why? Why didn't you want me to know that my FATHER is here, and looking for me? How come I never even knew his name and why are you acting like this is normal?!" I shout. "Marlene listen...." "No! Why are you doing this? For Christ sake he's my FATHER! And you think I can just live without not even knowing his name?" "He left us Marlene. He left because when he found out I was pregnant he didn't want the responsibility on caring for a little child. I never brought him up for a reason. He's not a good man." she says. "Oh, and DAVID is a better one! You're insane. I can't believe this." I say. I walk out the door, with my eyes watering. Angelo...... my whole life, I thought about him, and what his name was and where he lived, and why he left. I knew that David wasn't my real dad since I was 12, which is when she told me. Since then, my mom never ever brought him up. And I was always so curious on how he looks, and how would my life been? Would he have loved me and my mom? I know for a fact he would never beat me, or my mom. And that he would never hurt us in any way. I just had a feeling that he was the nicest man on earth. except for the fact that he left my mom when I was hours old. And now he's here... Looking for me. He deserves to see me and I deserve to see him.

I wipe my eyes, and go downstairs. "Cris. I need to talk to you." I say. "Okay." He says. He follows me up to my room, walking behind me. I closed the door, and sigh before sitting on the bed. "Our dad is here. Like in L.A. And he's looking for me." I say. Cristian's eyes widen, and he gives me a concerned look. I just look at him back, waiting for him to say something.