My Domestic Creation

Don't Do Family

After wiping my tears from my face, I reread the paper in my hands. How could she? Why would she give me up? She adopted a kid a year after she gave me up!

Why?

Whatever. I need answers. I called up a cab and waited silently on the sidewalk. Whilst waiting, I pulled out my dope and lit up a spliff. I inhaled the smoke to try and chase away the pain.

The cab finally showed up after about ten minutes. I told him the address and we took off back to Angelina fucking Jolie's house. Yay.

When we arrived, I threw a 20, again, at the guy and slammed the door shut. I walked up to the mansion, my bare feet dragging against the tough driveway with every step I took. I arrived at the front door and hesitated to raise my arm and knock on the door. I took a deep drag of my spliff, and knocked four times. After a moment, Brad finally answered the door.

"Back so soon, eh?" He asked raising his damn eyebrow.

I handed him the adoption papers in response. He glanced over them then looked up to meet my angered face.

"I think you better come in," he said, opening the door wider. "Can you put that out?"

I stared at him in confusion then realised he was taking about the spliff. I took one last drag of it, even though it had mostly burned out, and threw it on the ground. I put it out with my bare foot.

Brad stared at me for a moment then let me in.

"Honey? Who's that?" Angelina called out coming from the kitchen. When she saw me she stopped dead in her tracks. She looked between me then Brad then down at the papers. Brad hesitantly handed her the papers which she took with a shaky hand. After she looked them over several times, she finally looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

"Elmm....I'm so-"

"Don't." I interrupted her. I had had enough. "Don't apologise. Just tell me, why the fuck did you give me up? Huh? Were you too famous to raise a kid? You didn't seem so distracted or busy when you adopted a kid from across the damn world a year after you kicked me to the curb!! You had me. Your first kid. Big. Fucking. Deal! Why couldn't you just take care of me?!"

"I'm sorry!"

"NO!" At this point I had tears streaming down my face. "Why? Why would you do that?!"

"Because you weren't meant to happen! I-I had just divorced Johnny, but he wanted me back. I got drunk and high and one thing led to another. I couldn't let the world see me as more of a screw up than I already was. By the time you were born I had met Billy and I just couldn't keep you. So I gave you up. And I'm so, so sorry I did."

"I see." I stared at the floor like it was the most interesting thing. After a minute of taking it all in, I looked up at her emerald, watery eyes. "Well I guess now is your chance to finally take care of me. I need a place to stay. My dad kicked me out."

"Yes, of course," Angelina sighed in relief. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like. I'm sure the kids would love you here and Brad and I definitely would."

"Yeah, well I don't really do family. I don't do parents or siblings because I've never had any who has lived up to the title 'family'."

"I hope we can change that," Angelina said smiling. I gave her a weak smile back and went up to the guest room.

After all I am just a guest, right?