Why me? (bxb) {Editing}

Chapter Twenty-Six

I dropped my luggage and gaped at the two people in front of me. Was this really happening?

"Hi..." The woman starts.

"Please, get out." I interjected.

I honestly did not feel like crying right now and something tells me a conversation with them would make me cry. I just felt drained. I felt drained the moment I looked at them. Mr Saunders was right they did look like me.

Looking away from them I opened the door for them and gestured for them to go. But did they go? No. They tried to touch me instead and I flinched.

That only made them sad. What else did they expect me to do? Hug them? After all the stuff they have put me through.

"Liam." The man said and I looked at him confused.

Who is Liam? No, I don't care.

"If you don't go... I'll call the police." I said still holding the door wide.

"Li--Jeremy? We need to talk to you. We are your biological parents." The man said and I almost laughed.

Obviously.

After all these years they actually decide they want to talk to me? They did not even make an effort to look for me. They probably would have never known I was here if Mr and Mrs Saunders did not investigate.

"Please leave, I really do not want to have this conversation with you now...So go, now." I said as calm as I could even though I was anything but calm.

"We really need to talk to you." The woman said as a tear slipped off her face.

Took them only seventeen years to realise they wanted to talk to the son they threw away as soon as he was born. Great.

"If you don't leave right now, I swear--" I was stopped by Noah getting in the room with a box of doughnuts in his hands.

"Hey, Sunshine, I brought dough--" he looked between me and my parents and gaped. "I didn't know you had company, I'll... I'll go." Noah said backing away.

"Stay." I told him firmly. "Please, make the...them...leave." my voice cracked as I looked up at Noah and he nodded.

He showed them a way out and followed them out. I was worried he was not coming back since he had been gone for several minutes but the door finally flew open and Noah's arms were immediately wrapped around me.

I was finally free to cry. So I did. Noah did not do much he just held me close and stroked my hair.  When I finally decided to stop crying, I sat on the sofa with my head on Noah's lap in silence.

My life was just getting good. Why was this happening to me now? I must have done something really bad for it to turn up this way.

I looked around my apartment and realised how small it was. My parents must think I'm suffering. My sitting room only had enough space to fit a 34 inch deep sofa , the small wooden table and a TV.

Maybe they think I'm poor. That I don't have food? That I go to school hungry? That...that my life is fucked up?

So what, if they think that. They abounded me why should I care what they think of me? Yet, I care. I care more than I would like to admit.

I'm a joke.

"Do...do you think my life is a joke?" I asked Noah.

"What?! Sunshine..." He said making me sit up straight and face him. "I know you're going through a lot of shit, right now but..." He stared at me for a moment probably searching for the right words to say to me. "It's going to be okay." He declared.