Peter's P.O.V
He wants to talk to me? Oh thank Jesus, thank you God! I'll explain everything to him, he'll finally understand the truth. Besides the point, I can finally have a conservation with my own son, after all these years. "Peter?" Laya turned to me, trying to get my attention, but i couldn't get my eyes off of Bryan. He reminded me so much of Taylor, I missed having here in my arms, i miss having her with me, i miss our family. "Peter, do you want to talk to Bryan?" Laya asked me, as she placed her hand on my shoulder. I'm glad Bryan has her, she seemed like a kind girl. I whispered "Of course." I was overjoyed with happiness Bryan wanted to speak to me. I couldn't move my eyes from him, finally I was with my son. Laya hugged Bryan good-bye and exited the room, they reminded me of Taylor and I's relationship, before the mess had happen. "Sit down." Bryan spoke, he acted as if he were my boss. It didn't matter though, as long as I could speak to him everything was perfectly fine. "Peter," "-you can call me dad." Just once I wished he would, but I knew it would talk some time ot build that kind of relationship.Yet, I still wished he'd called me dad, at least father, not Peter. I grabbed the seat i sat in before Bryan had walked in, and listened to my son speak. He walked to the opposite side of the room, and looked at me, coldly. "Why'd you come back? If you weren't the man I killed, then why'd you come back? I'm all grown up now, no need to feel sorry for me. Mom is gone, no need to attack her again, huh? Everything you said you love is either broken, or is moving on from you. So explain, why don't you?" He spoke ice cold, if he only knew the truth. I should tell him, maybe he could help me, but what would he think? "To get to know you, your a difficult man to find." I responded looking straight at him. He deserves to know, I just have to be careful with what i say, watch my words. "Don't talk to me like you know me, you don't. If you were telling me the truth, though i doubt you are, you haven't known me for my whole life." Taylor, so much like Taylor. She was so independent, bright, and caring. If only she was here, she would know what to say, how to calm him down, what exactly to say to him. I miss her. Lost in my own thoughts, I realized i hadn't said anything. "Are you going to say anything?" He announced with so much anger, braking my train of thought. I'm telling him, it's for his own good. "Bryan, son, I guess you should know what's going on." I stood up and walked to the edge of the room, so he couldn't see the tears forming in my eyes. It was so difficult to say anything, to form any words. " Or you could walk out and never come back until you feel like, again." He hated me, this is I knew, but that pushed it passed the limit. He knew nothing, he didn't understand how much things could have changed for the worse if i hadn't left. "I am still your damn father god damn-it! Now you're going to listen to me whether you like it, or not!" Bryan stood their shocked, I stood their shocked. I promised myself I wouldn't take my anger out on my family, and that spilt through my fingers. Peter calm down, your anger is what got you in this problem in the first place. I took a deep breath, "son just sit down and let me explain." I spoke calmly, trying to mask the uncontrollable rage stirring up inside of me. He didn't move, just stood in front of me. "Bryan, please, just sit down." I turned around to face him, he took a seat and examined me. "If only he knew," I thought to myself, "things could be different." I looked into his eyes, they were similar to mine, but the difference was mine were hurt, in pain, as badly as his were. I could tell Alan had destroyed his life. If only I stayed, if only i didn't leave to them to devastation. Don't you dare cry Peter, not in front your own son. He'll think your a wimpy, that's not the move you want to make. "It's time you knew the truth, son. Your mother, she's alive and well. Although, she refuses to allow anything ruin her new family. She has a wonderful new life, but she wishes to see you. When she found what my brother had done, she searched for me. She found me in jail, far from civilization, for a reason son. I didn't just leave because i decided to." I looked into his eyes, his eyes being to tear up. "You left us, with HIM." Bryan cried out. "He destroyed this so-called family! And you let him! You just ran away and disappeared, because of what? Your idiotic reasoning?!" He screamed at me with so much anger. If only he'd just understand, "I had to! Don't you see that!" "WHY!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, "why?" He whispered the only heartbreaking question. "Blackmail, my brother had things over me. He was my twin brother, Bryan. He was running from the law,the only thing was they thought it was me. So whent hey found me, my brother had an evil smirk on his face. I knew he was the cause of this. Bryan, he took my family from me. He killed my chance of actually living a normal life." I paused while examining his face, "he took you away from me." I couldn't finish without tearing up myself. "Bryan, will you let me into your life now? I missed my chance seeing you grow up over the years." I walked over to him, and place my hand on his shoulder, looking into his eyes with determination. "I'm not missing this now."
The room filled with silence, neither one of them knew what was ahead of them. Neither of them knew that the next few minutes would change their lives more than they knew.
*Cam's P.O.V.*
I knew I had to talk to her, she's the reason Bryan didn't love me. She made him leave me, she made my life turn into such a mess, and not the good kind. She just sat there on the chair in Mr.Classton's office, acting like the sweet, stupid bitch she was. Maybe if I could just get her alone, she's be gone forever. "You must be Cam." Oh so she speaks too. "Well yes, since that is what people call me." Well isn't she just a smart cookie. "Well, Hi I'm Laya," she said with a smile. Why the hell is she looking at me like that? Like she owns the whole place, such a stupid pesky twit. "I knew that." She was such an annoying girl, can't she just leave me alone? "I just thought-" "Yeah, you actually thought for once." "Hey!" "Oops, did i hurt your feelings? Oh wait, I don't care." "I don't even know you? You have no right-" "You had no right to come in and ruin the lives of everyone here." "Excuse me?" "You're excused." I gave her the ugliest glare. "Listen here you little bitch, I have no idea who the fuck you think you are, but YOU don't own anything around here. YOU are just crawling around after Bryan, HE DOESN'T WANT YOU." Laya spoke more my language this time. "Oh you think he doesn't want me? I think you have that wrong idea, he doesn't want YOU. Maybe you should re-think what things he has managed to place into your brain." She looked like a lost puppy, i felt like i needed to kick that fatuous face off.
Maybe I should be more kind towards her. HA! Did you forget she basically ruined your whole life, just by living! Maybe I should change that..
"Cam, or whatever your name is, I'm sorry for whatever reason you dislike me, but you have no idea who I am as a person, and what i've been through. So back the fuck off. You can hate me all you want, but i'm not going anywhere. I got brought into this, I wasn't asked to be. So YOU might want to go talk to Bryan about why I'm here. Then you should come tell me because I still don't know why I'm here either." And with those final words she walked away from me. If only i whacked her when I had the chance. She did look a lot like me, I can see why Bryan would be attracted to her. Still doesn't give her the right to speak to me as if she was my mother.
*Bryan's P.O.V.
Did he just tell me my mother is alive, and she wishes to see me? I don't even understand what's going on anymore. She left me, and now she wants to meet me, in person. Could things get anymore complicated. Peter, my father, left the room so I could be alone to think. I truly believe he could have stayed, just adds on my list of hatred of the police. 1.) being the police, 2.) taking away my father 3.) being the police. I don't know what it was, but the police never helped me in my life, so they had no right trying to enforce things they know little about. I sat there thinking away my problem when I noticed a figure had stepped in the room, I chose not to look up. From the hours of crying, my eyes were red and showed weakness, no one needed to see me like this. "Bryan," a familiar voice spoke to me. "Laya." She walked towards me and began to kneel on the floor. She grabbed my chin and forced me to look into her eyes. "I think someone wants to speak to you." She said giving me a phone. "Hello, Bryan? Are you there?" A woman's voice spoke from the other line. "Mom?"
