Finding My Dad

2) one step closer

I woke up from a long sleep and went downstairs. It was 10am and my mom was in the kitchen. No Alex in sight.

I sat down next to her and she looked up at me and smiled. I returned the gesture and started talking

"Hey mom?"

"Yeah?" she asked

"Um, can I meet my real dad?" I asked very hesitantly.

"WHAT?! WHY?!" She said startled

"Because I just want to meet him. I want to know who my dad is. I can't grow up without a father"

"Alex is your father! He's a much better father then your real one will ever be!"

"Can I just meet him? please?"

"No. Gianna you're not ever going to. he's a drunk and I don't want you around him"

"Oh like this place is any better?!" I said. "Alex is awful. I'm not his daughter. he's not my dad. I will never love him."

She didn't say anything. she just walked away. Probably to go cry to Alex. That bitch won't let me see my dad. Now what? What am I going to do?

I walked back upstairs and on my way up, Alex passed me. he grabbed my arm and drug me to the living room. He sat me on the couch and got in my face.

"I am your father. you love me. you do not want to meet him. He's a drunk. I don't want my daughter around him. I'm your dad and that's how it's going to stay. If I ever hear you saying you want to meet him I will slap you faster then your head will spin."

After that threat I slowly walked up the stairs. I was in no mood to deal with anyone.

I want to go online and search family history and see if I can find anything, but I have my mothers last name so I'll get her family tree.

What do I have to lose? I googled 'Gianna havens' and got all kinds of results. I started with ancestry and all it was was names of relatives.

Then I checked some other websites and got the same thing. As I was about to give up an article caught my eye.

'Zayn and Kayla's breakup, who will have custody of the kid?"

It was from a blog so I clicked on it. My moms name is Kayla, but I'm not sure what my dads name is.

I read the article and by the time I was finished my jaw was on the ground.

According to the article, my dad is famous. like really famous. my mom had me when she was 15. My dad was 15 too. So they're both 27 now. My dad became famous on a singing show and was put in a band that is known world wide. My mom sent my dad packing when I was 3 months old and for the next year and a half he wouldn't leave us alone. They took it to court and my mom won full custody. Then they never heard from my dad again.

My name is Gianna Kaiden Malik. Not Gianna Kaiden Havens. I like it. Malik. It's cool.

For the next 3 hours I spent googling my dad. I found videos, articles, everything you can imagine. I learned all kinds of facts and I know he's not a drunk. He can't be if he's famous.

So now that I know who he is, how do I contact him? yes, my mom said I couldn't, but it's my life, my decision, not hers.

Sense he's famous, it'll be harder to contact him. will he believe me? what if other girls said they were me and he bought it? what if? what if? what if?

I tried looking for his number or address or email and couldn't find anything. All I know is that he lives within 30 minutes of me and my mom.

I closed my laptop satisfied with my work and started to think of some kind of plan.

Should I tell my mom I know and force her to let me meet him?

Maybe court?

Ask my moms mom or her other relatives about him?

I decide to go with the last one. my moms sister, Caitlyn would tell me.

I get out my phone and text her.

G- hey, can I ask you something?

Within seconds I got a reply

C- sure, what's up?

G- can u tel me about my dad?

C- sorry, can't

G- I already know who it is. I know he lives about 30 min away. I know he's famous. please ? you know how bad it is for me here. Alex is awful. please caitlyn?

C- fine. but you didn't get this from me.

I know his address and his number.

G- how?

C- long story. do u want it or not?

G- yes please

She sent me the most valuable thing I could ever get. It's right in front of my face.

I didn't have the balls to call him or text him or anything. you can't call some one and be like "I'm your daughter you haven't seen for years and id like to meet you"

This is nerve wracking. I want to call him and I want to see him. I want to be with him. I've missed out for the past 13 years. But I cant. I just can't do it.

I don't know what to do. I need to just do it. The article said he missed me, so if he heard from me he'd be happy right?

I grab my phone and run to my secret spot careful that no one see's me. I get in and take deep breathes. I muster up every bit of courage I had and dialed the number.

It rang and rang. as I was about to give up hope, I heard a voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hello?"