Adopted by Chris Cerulli?!? *SLOW UPDATES* | *COVER BEING MADE*

Chapter Four

I walk out of the room and into the living room seeing OMAM, and BMTH left.

"Wait, what? Chris, what do you mean?" I ask. He looks at me wide-eyed.

"Oh I um. . . When I knocked on the door, after I heard my music being played, when I saw you you looked like someone I know-who DID have a kid when she was eighteen." Chris says.

"What?! WHO?" I ask.

"I don't know if I should tell you- I uhm i'll call her." He says. Great.

"Chris-" I start. He looks at me, sadly.

"Fine." I say. I walk into my room again,locking the door. There was a knock at the door not long after.

"Go." I say.

"Ivory, its Ricky." I guess Ricky says.

"Fine." I say. I get up and unlock the door.

"What do you want?" I ask, sitting on the bed.  He sits across from me.

"Tell me everything you know about your parents." He says. I sigh.

"So I was given up when I was a newborn. And my mom told the nurse to give me this." I said, unclipping my black heart necklace that I almost NEVER take off. I hand it to him. He nods and hands it back. I look at it, looking at the writing on the back.

"It has my initials." I said, pointing to the I.R.C.C. I don't know my last name. . .

"I.R.C.C?" He asks. I nod.

"Ivory Rhiannon. I don't know my last name though. And according to this I have two last names." I say. He nods.

"So yell me about you, Ivory." He says.

"I'm twelve, and I like music." I say. He rolls his eyes.

"Have any friends?" He asks.

"Nope. Like I said, i'm a gothic bitch that nobody likes." I say. He rolls his eyes.

"RICKY COME HERE." Chris yells. Ricky walks out of the room. Everyone in MIW but Balz walks in.

"We know who your mom is." Chris says.