Jc Caylen's Little Sister

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my heart was beating out of my chest as i watched my brother act like an idiot on stage. all my life seems like it never existed. like i don't even know who i am.

my brother and i had the same goofy personalities. and his curly hair bounced as he moved around the stage.

the closer it got to the end of the show, the more nervous i got. i was terrified that he forgot about me, or even worse he didn't want me in his life.

there was no going back to my parents after this. i could never look at them the same way ever again.

the show ended after about an hour and a half, and it was now time for the meet and greet. i stood at the very back of the line. i didn't want anybody to really be around when i told him.

the line moved quicker than i expected, and i was now able to see my brother. he was third in line. i was ten people from the front. five minutes passed and i was face to face with connor.

i quickly hugged him, and moved onto sam. i hugged him as well. now, i was face to face with jc. my mouth was dry. i had no words. he smiled at me. our smiles were identical.

"hi. thanks for coming out today," he smiled, reaching over to hug me. i held onto him like my life depended on it.

i was the only girl in the room at the room at this point, and my heart was beating out of my chest. i was mortified.

"can i use your phone? i need to call my mom, and my phone died." he reluctantly agreed, watching my every move.

i quickly went to his favorites, and hit mom. after two rings, a woman answered on the other end.

"hi honey," she chirped. i smiled. jc was trying to grab his phone at this point.

"mom. its allison," i breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. jc's eyes were wide.

there was no reply on the other end. he quickly grabbed the phone and hung up. he looked furious.

"why would you do that? my mom is going to be crushed," he yelled. a tear fell down my cheek.

i pulled out the newspaper clipping, setting it on the table. he picked it up, reading through it. he shook his head.

"this doesn't mean anything. anybody can get this. who are you?" he yelled. all the guys were behind him, completely silent.

"allison caylen," i replied. he shook his head. i unzipped my bag, pulling out the old bag of clothes. he read the label carefully, pulling out the shirt.

"this better not be some sick joke," he replied, choking on his words. i shook my head, pulling my sleeve up to reveal the birthmark on my shoulder. tears rolled down his cheeks.

he moved the table, and quickly came around and hugged me. i hugged back even tighter.

"it's been fourteen years. where were you?" he cried. i shrug.

"with my parents. well the people i thought were my parents." he shook his head.

"assholes," he muttered. i shook my head.

"they might be assholes for taking me, but they took care of me. treated me like family. it could have been worse. im alive, and i'm here. and it is because of them. but you're right. it was kind of a douche move." he chuckled.

"did you ever think about us?" i shook my head, and he sighed.

"i didn't know until a few hours ago. i found that stuff in the attic, and i came here," i replied.

"can i take you to see my mom? well our mom? she's in l.a. for the week," he smiled. i nodded.

he led me to a car, and quickly got in the driver's seat. my legs were still shaking out of nervousness.

"tell me about yourself," he smiled. i shrugged.

"i'm allison. but i prefer alli. im seventeen. i love the color orange. i like to surf, sing, and draw. i graduated high school this year." he nodded.

"well im justin. but i prefer jc. im twenty one. i love the color red. i like to make youtube videos, hang out with my friends, and meet fans. and i graduated high school four years ago." i smiled at him.

we talked the entire way to the small hotel our mom was staying at. it was weird how quickly we connected.

he grabbed my hand as we entered the elevator, and squeezed it as we stood outside the door. i was shaking, and my heart was racing.

the same small woman from the videos and pictures opened the door. she started bawling as soon as she saw me. she was on her knees, her head in her hands.

"i never thought this day would come," she cried. jc helped her up, and led her back into the hotel room.

when she stopped crying, she threw her arms around me. i wrapped my arms around her back.

"allison, i thought i would never see you again. my baby," she whispered, hugging me tighter.

i didn't really know what to say. this was so weird. i didn't know this woman. i knew she was my mom, but it was so awkward.

"where were you? who took you from me?" she sniffled a little bit.

"i was in los angelos. my parents took me. well nancy and dave, i guess." she nodded.

"you're actually here. sitting next to me," she smiled, running her thumb over my cheek. i bit my lip.

"i'm sorry i'm being so awkward. it's just, so, so weird. like i knew these other people as my parents, and now one day they're my kidnappers. it's just so much to process." she nods.

"i know. but we'll get through this. i'm just so happy to be able to hug you again," she whispers.

to say i was relieved was an understatement. this woman wanted me to be in her life. my brother loved me, my mom loved me. i was beyond happy.