You'll be in my heart -Kellin Quinn's other daughter

Chapter 1

This is a story that has never been told. I was put into the foster system when I was at a very young age.  My foster father left my foster mom a while ago and she just has never married ever since. I wanted to find out who my Biological father was because I never knew who it was. Maybe it was some really old guy or some guy who had dated my mother when he was like 25 and she was 15. 

I'm Megan. Megan Kennedy, to be exact. i'm 15 years old and have blonde hair. I have 3 foster siblings named Sabrina, Tyler, and Evan who are somewhat nice. My foster mom Laura was such a bitch. She hated my guts and always made me do everything in the house like I was her servant and if I did something wrong she would beat me until I was laying down on the ground. she then would just leave me there and go on her merry way. I had to get out of there. I am anorexic and haven't eaten in 10 days. she doesn't even care about me. All she cares about is her other kids. 

anyways, everyday the bitch makes me go do chores outside of the house. So, instead of doing the chores she made me do  I went to go to the foster care center that I have gone through many times and pick up my file. I have to find out who my real father is. I got my file and went "home". I go upstairs and go to my room and sit on the floor. (I didn't have a bed because she didn't care where I slept). my hands start shaking as I bring the file up to my eyes so I could see.  I slowly open the file. I can see my name it reads 

"Megan Kennedy"

"okay... now for the big reveal" I look under Biological father and it reads

"Kellin Quinn Bostwick"

"h-how can this be? Kellin? you mean the guy from Sleeping with sirens? he's my father? well that does explain my really good voice. but wait really? I love that band... Huh why did he ever leave me. why did he make me live this horrible life. I hope he knows about he. he probably doesn't cause he left my mom and me to live on our own. wow what a fuck face."

 I close the file and find a bag. I grab my phone charger and a bunch of my clothes. I grab all of my toiletries that I have had left from my last foster house and then grab my phone and headphones. I find my wallet and had about $30 in there. I walk down the stairs and head out the door "I cant deal with this abuse anymore... I don't care if he left us. I have to find him." I say to myself  "I have to at least confront him about why he left us"