Whispers

Chapter 19

Jeremy collapsed on my bed after he set his bags down. He was exhausted. I set my bag down by my desk and went to my dresser. I tossed him the sweatpants and tshirt he leaves at my house so he always has clothes when he comes over if things turn south at his dad's house.

"Thanks bro," he said with a dreamy sigh.

"What's up?" I raised a brow as I watched him.

"Would it be wrong of me to already want Camille in my life forever?" That made me laugh. "What?"

"It's not wrong," I laughed. Then I slowly stopped. "I know I'm going to have that with Erika. I just have a few things to figure out."

"What's to figure out? You are the what? Second richest man now?"

"The richest, but I'm not bragging." I laughed.

"Either way, you have the money to do everything you want! You literally own a hotel!"

"Well, it's been passed down to me." I shrugged.

"When are you going to face your parents?"

"Eventually." I scratched the back of my head. "I don't want to be brutal about it, but they lied to me for so long. I don't know what to do."

"Just give it to them straight." Jeremy stood up and went into my bathroom. He shut the door and turned on the shower. I knew he was right, but when?

"I would do it soon," Grigori whispered. "It is like, how do you put it, ripping off a band-aid?"

"This is true," I whispered. Then I heard the front door. I walked to it slowly, somehow paranoid, and saw it was just my aunt and uncle.

"Michael?" My aunt said loudly. I stepped into view and she smiled. She walked up to me and hugged me. "We missed you so much, you have to tell us all about your trip."

"Yeah, over dinner? Is Jeremy here? He should come to." My uncle pat my shoulder. "We are gonna celebrate your birthday. It's a bit late since you were on your trip, but better late than never."

"Yeah, we have something to tell you," my aunt looked nervous. They were going to tell me, weren't they?

"Does it have to do with me?" I raised a brow.

"Yeah," my uncle said with an awkward smile.

"It's probably what I think it is," I sighed. "If it is then I know already. I know I'm adopted."

"When did you find out?" My uncle frowned.

"Last week." I shook my head. "I would have appreciated it if I was told instantly, but I know why you didn't say anything." I sighed. "Did you know where I was for the past two weeks?"

"Well, yeah, to a historical hotel." My aunt looked dumbstruck.

"Grigori Mansion," I corrected. Their faces turned white and I simply shook my head.

"He knows," uncle mumbled.

"Yeah and I have every document with me. I know everything. Honestly, this conversation is going better than I thought." I smiled. "I was pretty mad at first because I felt left in the dark about everything, but some things happened and I'm not as mad. I love both of you, so don't think otherwise. You two raised me so I didn't know who my real parents were. I know my father killed my mother, and there is a long line of that in my family, but I want you to know that I won't be like that." I hugged both of them while they just remained in shock. "But Jeremy and I had a long day and would much rather stay in tonight. How about dinner tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that's perfectly fine by us. Moure's like usual or some place else?" My aunt looked like she was begging for me to change my mind and spend time with them tonight.