Dylan

12: I wanna a car that I can jump out of

For the first time, I sat at the head of the table, in one size was Jerry, and in the other my aunt; who was calmer, but she still had marks on her eyes from crying. Seeing her in this way made me feel like a total jerk.

"Well, I owe you some answers," the lump in my throat got bigger. I was being as cowardly as ever. "I don't know how to start. What did Andrew tell you?"

"You aren't thinking just repeat what your agent already said," Elene said annoyed.

"Elena, please, a little calm," Jerry said.

"Mi vida, Andrew only tells us that you inherited your powers from your father, who was in jail; and that your mother isn't in a hospital in California. But he said that you'd rather tell us all story."

I'd have preferred it not to be known to anyone. But Andrew was right; it was better if I told them about Mom. Only thinking about her was painful. My father was the same; however, he was easier than my mother. I hated him, but I have complicated feelings about my mom.

"My father is Alexander Mikelson." It was fast; I can't remember the last time I said this. My uncle and my aunt were immersed in his thoughts.

"Who?" Tomas asked.

My uncles stared at each other as if they didn't know what to say, maybe not to offend me, maybe too much to process.

"He destroyed a few military bases and almost killed several FEHEA agents twelve years ago." We were all surprised by my answer. I was finally letting my guard down, and stopping hurt more than going on. "He ended up in jail, and we couldn't pay the insurance. The medicine for my mom was stupidly expensive..."

"What happened to her?" my aunt answered worriedly.

"She contracted HEA gestational syndrome during pregnancy; it's chronic and painful without medication. For this reason, we went back to Spain. There, my mother's medication was financed by social security. And how I'm the son of a Spaniard, I could request nationality," I have to admit that I had this monologue prepared a long time ago. I didn't lie to Elena when I said my first plan had been to say everything. "But some years later, we had to go back. The government demanded the Spanish government because of a rule in the North Atlantic treaty about illegal traffic of HEA," everyone is staring at me except my aunt, who looked away.

I had said I was gonna tell the complete story; however, I couldn't tell it because my aunt wasn't ready. I don't know why they broke off their relationship, my mom didn't want to talk about the matter, but it's clear that my aunt loves my mom and was worried about her. She had tried to obtain information about where my mom is on multiple occasions. However, I managed to avoid it.

I chose to end the story without getting into any more deets. "We were trying to keep afloat, but we ended up on the streets of Los Angeles, where Andrew found me," there is a big hole in the story between those events.

My aunt took me by the hand. I guess to give me emotional support, but she continued to avoid my glance.

"I'm so sorry, Dylan," she sobbed.

Jerry looked at my aunt as if he was waiting for something. But my aunt was overwhelmed.

"Dylan, I'm sorry to ask this, but we need to know. What happened with your mother?" Jerry asked me.

"I don't know where she is," I said knowing that this answer wasn't enough.

"I know, but when Mr.Miller found you, where is she? Maybe we can help to search for her."

"I really don't know. I had been living alone for almost two years when I came here," they looked at me with dismay. I tried to downplay the issue, "It wasn't so bad. I had a job, I slept under cover mostly, and I'm virtually indestructible, so I wasn't in danger."

I smiled as ever, but it wasn't enough. My words didn't seem that they were calming down. Elene got up and came to me. Then she hugged me tight and I couldn't hold back the tears. I didn't understand what was happening to me, why I was so bad suddenly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know. I'm fine, really." I said while sobbing uncontrollably.

"You aren't, but it's okay." My aunt got up and joined the hug, "We are here to help you, we are your family."

I noticed that Tomas and Jarry had also joined. I kept on crying; however, at that moment, I wasn't sad or almost so sad.

"Can I stay here?" I said between sobs.

"Of course, this is your home. Why do you ask this?" My aunt asked. She was calmer.

"I dunno. I have lied to you since I met you."

"I cannot say that this hasn't hurt. But now, I understand why you preferred to hide this from us. However," she changed her face into one more serious, "from now on, I expect more sincerity from you."

"I tried," I couldn't promise more than that. There are things in my life that were better buried deep down.

Although I wasn't alone for months, that was the first time that I felt connected to others, really connected, in years.