The Next Step - 2 years on

•Chapter 4 - Who?•

James' POV

"Look Riles, I'd love to come to your apartment, but it's really late. Plus, the boys will get pretty upset if I'm late." I say, feeling kind of sad. "But, don't even worry about it, hey. We can meet for a catch up tomorrow, after our little meet-up at the studio. I'm sure it won't last as long as tonight, so we'll have plenty of time." I continue, smiling.
"Yeah, sounds like a plan." Riley answers happily. "And, um.. by the way, who are "the boys", that are waiting for you?" She asks giggling. God, I love that giggle.
"Oh, I forgot. When I returned from England with the band, one year ago, I met Eldon and West. I hadn't anywhere to live and they were living together, so they offered me to live with them. Firstly, I confirmed them, that it wouldn't last long, till I would find an apartment, but we were getting along pretty well and we still are. And, it's very cool to spend as much time with them as possible, so you understand, I guess.."
"Yeah, yeah.. Sounds pretty cool. Anyways, I gotta go, so I see you tomorrow, I suppose." Riley replies, smiling sweetly. I swear, that smile can drop any boy to his knees.
James what the fuck? A voice deep inside me, yells. Ugh, I can't fight it, sorry James.
"Yeah, goodnight." I say, kissing casually her cheek. She's taken aback at first and surprised. Actually, I'm surprised with myself, too.
"Goodnight." She answers, quickly hugging me, getting out of my car and into her door.

Eldon's POV

°Flashback°
As I'm watching basketball with my step dad, well I'm not really paying attention to it, I'm thinking. Every time I would ask my mum, who my biological father is, she would always answer me "It doesn't matter, sweetheart. All that matters is that he's such a horrible person." Which I completely understand, since he left us, when I was 3. But that happened, when I was like 14. Now, I think that I'm old enough to know at least his name. I mean, she never told me, 'cause she wanted to protect me. But, come on. I'm 23. How bad could it be?

I go over to my mum, who is at the kitchen, cooking some pasta for us to eat.
"Hey, mum... I, uh. I was wondering.." I say, really nervous.
"Yes, tell me sweetheart." She always calls me that. I never really understood why, but whatever. This is not my problem right now.
"Who's my father? I mean, you never really told me and I wanna know..."
"It doesn't matter, sweetheart. All that matters is that he's such a horrible person." She says, calmly.
"I don't care, okay? You are always saying that. I'm old enough to know the truth. I want you for once and for all, to tell me something, ANYTHING, about him. He's my father, after all. Otherwise, I'm gonna find on my own." I practically yell at her.
"Okay, Eldon, you want to know? I'll tell you, then." She answers, sighing. She sits at one of the chairs we have at the kitchen, she mentions for me to sit down too and I do so.
"As you know he left us, when you were 3. Two years after your birth, we were arguing a lot and he was complaining how we were an extra weight on him, how he didn't want a family so young and bullshit like that. After one year or so, when we returned home from a doctors' appointment, I saw a note saying that he left us and never coming back. There were also a envelop, where our divorce were. After 6 months was the last time I saw him." She finishes, sits up and gets out of the kitchen. I'm shocked. I don't remember him at all, but I hate him. And after so many years, he never searched me. To see how I am. Not even a letter. Nothing.

After some minutes, my mum comes back, holding her phone. She opened it and searched something on the Facebook. Yes, she has Facebook, she's not that old anyways.
About 30 seconds after, she shows me her phone. My eyes grew wide.
"That's your father, his name is-"
"Lucian Lupien." I cut her.
"How did you know?"
"Do you remember the "Elite" dance studio? The one that closed a couple of years ago? The one that was mine studio's "enemy"?" I ask her.
"Yeah, of course I remember it. You were always saying me how much you hate them, especially the year after Regionals."
"Yeah. He was Elite's studio head."
I can't believe that, that bastard, that asshole, is my father. It can't be happening.

°End of Flashback°

Heeeey, guys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, 'cause it took me so long to write it.
What do you think about it? For those, who doesn't know, Lucian, is the real Eldon/Isaacs' dad. Ridiculous right?😂
Anyways, vote and comment, because it really does help me out.
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