I'm Finally Wanted

Chapter 13

Live has been very hectic for the past month. We've been living at Tyler's uncle's apartment building, in the penthouse. Which was actually the same penthouse where Tyler and I started dating several years back. Tyler has had been staying back in Delaware at a hotel during the weeks to keep working, and he takes the metro up to us in New York on the weekends. Thankfully the boys were already on summer break when we had to leave, so they aren't missing any school. And I've been stuck in a wheelchair half paralyzed awaiting an opening for surgery.

At first Christian blamed himself for what happened with Steve. But he's pretty good with the blame now. I had a sit down with Christian, and I told him about how my dad abused me like his dad did. I told him how we can't let our fathers define who we are, and that just because they're family by blood, doesn't make it our decisions to hurt the people we love. Even though Christian is young, he's mentally mature, and he understood what I was saying. And together we work on healthy outlets for our emotions, and we make art together.

River had a hard time adjusting to the sudden move when it was first happening. River likes to stick to routines all the time, for everything, so an unannounced move to a completely different state with no idea how long it will be like this, really messed with him. But now he's got his little routine set up, and Wyatt keeps up with his brother's little peeves. Like how his shoes have to be facing a certain way in their closet, and how his food can't be touching anything or just too close.

And Keely is still an adorable baby. She seems to be practically fine after she fell with me from the window.

...

I can imagine if I had the ability to move my legs, I'm sure they'd be shaking so hard to cause an earthquake. I am literally so nervous. I finally contacted my birth father, and he immediately asked to meet with me. And because I needed the answers, I agreed. He might be worse then my parents, but I just need to know.

I nervously tap my fingers on the table as I wait for him to come. I can't stop thinking about what he's going to say.

My my how you've grown!

Your mother should've aborted you.

You were a mistake.

I'm so sorry I left you with your crazy mother.

I'm not sorry about anything, I didn't even want you.

You look just like your mother.

You look just like me.

There's a fair amount of things he could say, and honestly I'm not sure if I want to hear them. But at the same time, I really do want to hear what he thinks of me. Even if I had no idea he was my father until a few months ago, I still want him to think good about me. He'd join the very few members of my family that don't still wish I was dead.

I'm about to second guess this and leave, when I see him enter the little café. He looks around at the two older couples sipping coffee and chatting together, probably on a double date or something, and then his eyes land on me.

For a second they flicker to the wheelchair, and his gaze softens, then he walks over with his eyes no longer on my wheelchair.

"Raven?"

I nod. "Daniel?"

He nods and sits across from me, not saying a word as his eyes analyze every part of my face.