Adopted by Evanstan

.....What?

I need to make this very clear. I said before that this book will now be one shots, which is important to remember for this chapter. it is NOT part of the running story at all, it's just something I wrote one night for some reason and really liked how it came out. So, enjoy some angst. :)

Dad's car was on the drive when I got home. That was weird, he wasn't due back from Atlanta for another two days. Papa was still in Romania, I was just dropping in to pick some stuff up for school I'd left behind.

"Hey, dad how come you're-" he was stood in the kitchen kissing a woman I'd never seen before. "Chris," I said again. Apparently, he just hadn't heard me the first time.

He pulled away from the woman and twisted to face me, an array of emotions I couldn't even track spreading over his face in quick succession.

"Ollie, I can-"

"Explain?" I supplied. "I don't think there's anything to explain here, it's kind of obvious."

"Michelle-"

"Yeah, yeah I'll go." She left the house and started walking down the street.

"Ollie," He sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter, one hand crossed across his stomach, the other holding his forehead. "It's not- Who am I kiddin' it's exactly what it looks like. I'm sorry!"

"Sorry? Do you think sorry is gonna fix even half of what this is? Sorry doesn't cut it, Chris. You lied to all of us. How long?" He didn't answer. "How. Long?"

"Four months," he muttered.

"Four months?! Four fucking months?!" I let the name 'Michelle' roll around my head for a second, trying to figure out if I knew her. "Michelle Dockery." His head whipped up.

"How-"

"It doesn't take a genius. You were filming Defending Jacob four months ago, and she's the only Michelle I've even heard of."

"What do you want from me, Ollie? It's happened, it's happening, what can I do now? I know I screwed up, I way surpassed screwing up, sure, but it's happened, so what do you want me to do?" He was getting more and more frustrated as he spoke.

"For one, don't even think about gettin' mad at me. Two, you gotta come clean to people, you're done, you're ruined." I told him plainly. "I don't know what you thought would happen, but you got found out, you're over."

"Jesus, what have I done?" he breathed.

"Did you sleep with her?" He looked a little taken aback by the question, especially the fact it came from me. "Don't make me ask it again, Chris."

"What, have I lost 'dad' status already?" his tone was getting malicious now, losing all control as what he'd done all came flooding into the open.

"The second I walked in on you, stop avoiding the question!"

"Yes. Yes, I slept with her."

"I'm out. Well, no, you're out, or you will be soon enough, I doubt papa will let you stay here anymore, and that's on you. I only came here to pick some stuff up for school, so I'm gonna do that, then go back to Robert's. Now it's on you to start telling people before I do."

"Ollie, c'mon thats-"

"No, it is fair after what you've done. I thought I had a family, people who loved me. You told me two years after you adopted me on my fifteenth birthday that you 'didn't need the world because your world was sitting at the table with you'. Where's that world at now, Chris?

"You and papa meant everything to me, you gave me a second chance at life, a chance to be Ollie, to leave Olivia behind. You can count yourself out of that journey. I have my top surgery booked to happen in four months, I was planning a big reveal thing for you and papa when you got back, I got the letter three days ago, but you're not gonna be there.

"I'm going to grab the stuff that I need, then I'm leaving." He didn't say a word as I went upstairs and slammed my bedroom door.

I shoved the books I needed for school in a backpack and pulled any clothes I needed out of my dresser and shoved them in with the books. He was still standing where I'd left him when I passed back through the kitchen.

"Ollie, we need to talk about this more."

"Nope, I've said all I have to say." I didn't even look back at him as I left the house. I called Robert.

"Hey, kid. You on you're way back over here?"

"Mm-hm."

"You ok?" He'd picked up on the tension in my voice already.

"Ask Chris that question, not me. I've just left my house, I'm gonna get an uber across town."

"No, you're not. Not in whatever state you're in. Stay on your street, I'll be there in ten, tops." He cut the call, giving me no room for argument. I sighed in defeat, walking to the top end of my street, and then sitting on the asphalt to wait for Robert. Scott called me less than a minute later.

"Ollie, talk to me, I just spoke to Chris."

"Oh, he's actually telling people now." I snarked.

"Yeah, he told me what he did. He's fucked up, and he's fucked up bad. What's goin' on with you though?" Scott sounded as mad as I felt.

"I walked here to get some stuff I was missing for school, and walked in on him with her. He came clean about it all, and I ranted at him for a solid few minutes, then walked out.

"I'm currently sat on the ground at the top of my street waiting for Robert to come get me." I relayed.

"Okay, so you're going back to his. Does he know yet?"

"I dunno. It's Chris's job to tell people before I do, he's already resigned to this fact. I don't know if he's told papa though, that's gonna be a tough one."

"How are you so calm about this?"

"I don't know. Give it a couple hours, then ask me again. I guarantee I will not be calm."