Forbidden//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter One

Most would scream with joy when they find out that one of their older brothers is Tyler Posey. But me?

Not so much.

I guess that the fact that my mother had just passed not even 5 hours ago is still pretty raw.

My name is Azalea Winters.

My mom has been sickly since I was probably 13. So for about 3 years.

I found out only a week ago that my father hadn't died in some war over the seas.

"What do you mean my father is still alive?" I had asked my mother.

"Honey, I am so very sorry. It's just with me being this sick and all I thought that I should be the one to tell you instead of you hearing from somebody else after I am gone."

"Okay, fine. I can accept the fact that I have some father out there. That's cool, but it's not like I am going to ever need him in my life." I told her.

"No, sweetie. You do not understand. I am not going to be around very much longer. You are only 16. You are still going to need a parent. And I am afraid to tell you that I probably won't be around to your 18th birthday. Please just listen."

"Fine, yeah I'm listening."

"His name is John Posey. He has a family, 3 sons and a daughter well I guess two daughters. He has a wife. They have been married for some time."

"Posey? I have heard that name before. Is he famous maybe?"

"Actually he is an actor. You probably haven't seen anything that he has been in, But his son. He plays in that show teen wolf."

"Oh..."

After that brief conversation it was never brought up again.

I would go to school and the directly go to the hospital.

I believe it was 2 days before she passed that he finally came around.

I was about to walk into her hospital room then I saw her laughing and smiling through the hospital window.

I had never seen her so happy.

I watched as they joked and just simply enjoyed each others company for a good few minutes.

Then as I was walking in he was walking out.

Maybe he was trying to miss seeing me. I don't even know.

"Hey sweetie." She said with so much joy. I still will never understand how such an ill women could have sounded healthier than me on that day.

"Umm, hey mom. Who was that."

"Oh, that was your father."

"My father didn't even want to say hello to his daughter of 16 years that he has never met nor cared about in his life." I kind of raised my voice at her.

"Azalea, I did not raise you to be so judgmental or rude to people. So please stop. Or you can go home. Nobody said that you had to be here. That you had to watch me die!" She was yelling. No question about it.

"Mom. I am really sorry. Stop saying that your dying, please."

We didn't talk the rest of that day.

The next day was a Saturday, so no school.

I was asleep in the hospital chair in my moms room . When I had woken up I saw him.

He was talking to her like he has known her for a very long time.

He saw that I had woken up.

"Hello, You must be Azalea Lyn. I am John, your father. I am so glad to have met you."