The Mystery Circus

Chapter 26

I was sitting in Joker's car, next to Caine and Adrian in the backseat. The car was black, with soft, black, leather, feather stuffed car seats. It was amazing and very, very nice. I looked at Joker, who was driving the car, and my mother, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car.

"Um, so, Joker, I was wondering what I should call you? Should I call you Joker? Or should I call you Collin? Or dad?" I asked him hesitantly.

He paused for a minute, thinking before he continued to talk. "You can call me dad. But if it feels too awkward to call me dad, you can call me Collin if you want." Joker spoke after a few moments of silence.

"Okay. Dad is fine." I grinned, and looked out the window once again, watching as the scenery passed by.

"Can I call you dad too...? Along with you, mom?" Caine asked the both of them, looking up at my mom and now, my dad.

"Yeah, sure, if you want." my dad replied with a big friendly smile.

"That's fine." my mother agreed, smiling gently as she turned around in her seat to look at us for a moment, then turned back around again.

I turned to Caine. "Um... Does being... You know... Siblings now, effect our relationship that we had before...?" I whispered and then trailed off hesitantly, looking at him.

"No, it doesn't." he smiled sweetly at me, and took my hands in his hands. "Nothing could ever change this wonderful relationship with you, Angel, whether everything we did together at the circus was one very long dream or not, nothing, I repeat, nothing would ever change my love for you." he smiled sweetly at me, but then added, "Even if we are now siblings." he grinned, then kissed me gently on my forehead.

"I love you." I smiled at him, and reached over to hug him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and I laid my head down on his shoulder, smiling while staring out the window.

"How much longer until we reach our house?" I asked my father.

"Um, only about 1 more hour, and we'll be there. I bought us all a giant new house in London, and it is very nice. It has four bedrooms, and two guest rooms. Perfect for us. It also has two bathrooms. One is a master bathroom with is large, and another which is smaller, but still very nice. The kitchen is very nice too, with a huge living room. I've already moved all of our stuff over to the new house. It will be great. You'll love it." Joker smiled, glancing up in the mirror at me.

"Cool." I nodded, and Caine nodded too. I looked back out my window, watching the snow fall from the sky and land on the ground. The trees and bushes were all covered with snow, and all of the grass and ground was covered with a huge layer of snow as well.

"Turn on the radio." my mother told my father.

"Okay." he said, and turned on the radio to a music channel.

The song that was playing was Stitches by Shawn Mendez. I love this song. I started quietly humming and singing to the beat of the song as it played.

As the words started, Caine and I started singing it.

"I thought that I'd been hurt before, but no one's ever left me quite this sore, your words cut deeper than a knife, now I need someone to breathe me back to life!" Caine and I sung wonderfully in unison.

"Got a feeling that I'm going under, but I know that I'll make it out alive, if I quit calling you my lover, move on!" my father and my mother sung this line together. I smiled as the song made it's way to the chorus, and I grinned excitedly. This was my favourite part of this song.

"You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, shaking, falling onto my knees, and now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches, tripping over myself, aching, begging you to come help, and now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches!" Caine and I sung, and then mother started to sing the next part of the song again.

"Just like a moth drawn to a flame, oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain, your bitter heart cold to the touch, now I'm gonna reap what I sow, I'm left seeing red on my own," my mother sung beautifully.

"Got a feeling that I'm going under, but I know that I'll make it out alive, if I quit calling you my lover, move on." my father sung.

"You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, shaking, falling onto my knees, and now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches, tripping over myself, aching, begging you to come help, and now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches." Caine and I sung again.

"Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head, needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead, Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head, needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead,Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head, needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead." Adrian sang.

"Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head." my mother sang.

"You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, shaking, falling onto my knees, and now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches, tripping over myself, aching, begging you to come help, and now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches." we all sung at the same time.

"I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches, I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches." I finished singing the song.

We paused, and our singing stopped. "That was fun." my mother said.

"Very." I agreed, laughing.