Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 95

"Do you have proof?" I asked. Jason DiLaurentis is my half-brother. I could believe that my father had an affair, but I would never believe that this man was a product of it.

"Obviously not yet. I just found out. But I'm going to schedule a DNA test. Basically, that's why I needed to talk to you. Could I have your- well, our father's number so I can talk to him?"

He doesn't even know. My father died eight years ago, and he didn't even know that he had a son.

"Well, he... died."

Jason is taken aback. "Wow. I couldn't even meet him."

"Jason, I'm sorry, but this isn't a good time. I'm in the middle of a class. Talk to me during lunch." I said. Without looking back, I entered my classroom and left Jason in the hallway.

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During all of my classes, I couldn't get Jason out of my head. What if he really is my half-brother? It would be nice to have family again, but disappointing to think that I grew up my whole life not knowing about my own brother.

At lunch, I met with Jason in the teacher's lounge.

"What was your dad like?" Jason asked.

"Honestly, he was the worst." I said, to Jason's surprise. "He used to beat me."

"Seriously?" Jason asked, in disbelief. It seemed like every hope he had faded away.

"Yeah. He got into a car accident when I was seventeen. Actually, it was some time after I met my husband."

"Wow. So, you're married. Do you have any kids?"

"Actually, yes." I said, in even more disbelief than him. I walked around these halls and passed him with a giant, pregnant belly. He didn't even notice. "I just got back from maternity leave." I added. I pulled out my phone and showed him a few pictures of Valerie and Claire.

"What about you? Any kids?" I asked him.

"No. I'm not married either. The only person from my family in really close with is my sister, Alison."

Alison? Alison DiLaurentis? The woman who was paid to pretend to be Yvonne's girlfriend at the wedding?

Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe it could be a different Alison DiLaurentis. Then again, "DiLaurentis" isn't exactly a common last name.

"Is she my half-sister, too?"

"No! Oh god, no. She's not related to you at all."

"This may sound a little forward, but would you like to have dinner with my family this Saturday? I'm sure they'd love you." I said. At this point, I don't care if the DNA results are wrong. I like Jason, even if he isn't my brother. I'm glad this brought us together.

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That night, I told Toby all about Jason. I told him that there is a possibility that Jason could be my half-brother.

"I think it's great. You need family right now." Toby said.

"Tobes, do you think Melissa will ever forgive me? I was kind of awful to her." I asked. Despite this news, I couldn't stop thinking about Melissa. Where is she? Is she struggling? Is she okay?

"Baby, you have to stop beating yourself up about this." Toby said. I guess he was right, but I wouldn't admit that to him. Or myself.

I fell asleep later, and dreamt of a time where I was happy as a kid. There were very little moments, but I cherished the ones that existed.

One of the only memories I have of a happy Hastings family was from nearly twenty years ago, on Christmas morning. I was five years old, and we all sat by the fireplace and watched old Christmas movies. For a split second, I felt happy. I felt like nothing was wrong in the world. Now when I look back, I can remember that I was happy because the beating that my father had given me was over with, and my mother was nearly passed out from all the alcohol she had consumed.

My childhood was screwed up, and I prayed every day that Valerie and Claire wouldn't have to grow up the way I did.

Maybe obtaining a new older half-brother wouldn't be so bad, after all.