My Father Is Who!?

When mum never returned home from work on that warm summers afternoon in February, that's when my life turned upside down and changed forever.

"Since you have no existing relatives to contact, we've had to phone your father, who you've never met- am I correct?" Says some old orphanage hag in front of me, all the workers are so angry and strict- no wonder all the kids are dying to get out of that place.

"He left my mother when he found out she was pregnant with me," I say staring down at my feet, "I don't want to see him."

"We've already booked a meeting with him, he'll be here in a few hours." She says ignoring what I just said and shooing me out of her office.

"Adjust that attitude of yours for your father!" She yells after I slam the door behind me. I hope my attitude scares him away, I don't want to live with someone who leaves my mother because he can't man up to have the role as a father.

I strut through the corridor and pass many disturbed orphans of all sorts when I reach my room- number 23.
The door opens with a creak and I'm greeted by 3 other children, sitting on their beds looking miserable. We're all crammed into a small dusty old room where cracks riddle the roof and paint chipping off the walls cover our over used pillows. I dust off the paint flakes and fork out my old, broken iPod which I've managed to keep with me and hidden for the past week I've been here after mums accident.
I lay down on my bed and play some falling in reverse through my earphones and start to doze off when I'm awakened by another of my roommates bursting into the room at 100 miles an hour and starts babbling on about how there's 5 men and a security guard in the main lobby.
And before I get to ask any questions the old hag from the office steps into the room which falls silent,

"Your father is here." She says beckoning for me to come.

"I wish you'd stop calling him my father." I grumble following her out of the room where children stare as I walk past whispering to themselves.

I hear men talking as I approach the lounge area but I'm guided into a room with two chairs and a desk before I get a glimpse of why the kids are so excited and told to sit down.

"I'll go get your father, don't move." Says the lady before disappearing out of the room.
I'm left stressing out and wondering what my dad- I mean who this man is, what if he's completely a nut job and unfit to be a dad and they're just going to hand me over to some junky?

"Alex, I'd like you to meet your father, Austin Carlile,"

Who did she just fucking say?

She did not just say Austin Carlile, I mean the Austin Robert Carlile?

I turn my head around and I'm faced with a tall, lanky tattoo covered man. My eyes following the art on his skin as it creeps up his arm and his neck, where I'm staring into the eyes of one of my favourite band members.
He smiles warmly at me and opens his arms and offers a hug, but I'm hit with mixed emotions. This man is one of my idols! But he also left my mother to look after me on her own...

"No hug I'm guessing?" Says Austin sounding sad, and he awkwardly sits in the chair next to me where I continue to stare at him, astonished.

"I've never had a child react like that before," says the lady smiling and looking all lovely and non evil like she normally does,

"That's because you've never had a child find out their father is your idol."