Hold Me Tight, And Don't Let Go (On Hold)

Chapter 3: Connected

Michael walked me to my hotel room, just to make sure I got. there safely was what he said. He told me that he would probably call my room to talk if he didn't crash on the bed and go to sleep for the rest of the night. I didn't if that was a joke or not but I laughed anyway. He said goodnight and went to his room down the hall. When I was in the room alone I immediately took a short shower and changed into some sweat pants and a t-shirt and then sat down on the bed and watched television while brushing my hair. I began thinking about my family and how messed up it was. How dad or so called dad was drunk almost all day everyday, how my poor big brother was always working like a slave at the farm and how he didn't have a social life at all. How big sister was always gone doing God knows what and little brother, being the youngest, not knowing how to deal with it.

See, this all started twenty three years ago back when my mom had moved to Brazil because my grandmother had gotten really sick, it was only temporary, the doctor had only given her nine months to live and my mother wanted to spend every moment she could with her. She and my grandmother didn't spend much time with her because they were really poor when she was growing up, at one point she couldn't take care of her so she let my mother move in with her aunt in Paris and that's where she grew up. Eventually my grandmother got back on her feet and mother was suppose to go back to Brazil but then she decided that she wanted go to school in America and that's where she met Luther as you can imagine they fell in love and then they got married a year later after that the Josh and Kelsi came. When my grandmother got sick she felt guilty so that's why she went back. While she was out there my grandmother was only getting sicker and sicker and it caused my mom to get depressed. One night she went to this bar and she met this man, I don't know his name but she started telling him her problems and everything ; apparently Luther was to busy to be there at the time so she felt all alone in her situation and the fact that she had someone to talk to made her happy.

So any way after telling the man all the problems they started seeing a lot of each other and soon they fell in love, and after a month of three weeks of dating she got pregnant. With Me. She was scared out of her mind so she lied to Luther and said that she got pregnant before she left and he believed her. He wanted go down to Brazil and be with her but he was on a tour and he couldn't leave and when my biological father found out about the pregnancy he left her and she never heard of him again. So she was alone, my grandmother was too sick to know what was going on so she felt all alone.

I was born later on that year June 21, 1958, my grandmother's died. a week later so after the funeral she packed up and came back to New York with me. When Luther's tour was over he came home and fell completely in love with me, mother said it was my piercing gray eyes that made him fall in love with me, it was like they had some kind of magic behind them or something. I guess that's what made me special to him. But as the years went on and I started to grow up he began to notice that I didn't look like him or any one in his family or my mothers the only thing that I had that was from on of them were my grandmothers gray eyes and that was it. My brown hair didn't come from either of them. So he started asking questions. Of course she didn't tell the truth, so when he was sick of the lies he pretended to take me out for ice cream but instead took me to get a DNA test. When he found out I wasn't his he was furious and everything had became violent palmist over night. My mother left after months of arguing and I never saw her since then. I couldn't help but to feel responsible for-

Just then the phone started ringing taking me out of my memories, I sighed and reached over and took it off the hook." Hello? "

"Hey, it's me." It was Michael I smiled as soon as I heard his voice.

" Oh hey, hows it going? " I asked.

He sighed." I'm just a little tired, that's all, touring wears me out."