He's not my dad

Chapter 27

Chuck was asleep when I woke , I left him sleeping and crept out of his room. I think my tolerance for alcohol was at an all time high, since staying with chuck I had drank heavily every night. I didn't even get hangovers anymore which I was grateful for.

We had a great night, we drank so much but this time it was in celebration and not in heartbreak. The nights events still didn't feel real, I couldn't believe that I actually sang on stage in front of so many people. The fact that the band had been given the chance to sign a demo was icing on the cake. I was so happy for chuck and the band, they really did deserve it.

I wrote chuck a quick note letting him know I had gone home and telling him to call me and we would go out. I hoped that now I wasn't staying at his place that I would still see him. I had grown to like and rely on our friendship. He made me happy, I enjoyed every minute we spent together. He had been my rock when bree had been out of action.

Bree was part of the reason I was going home, I hadn't heard from her since I left gregs party. I had called her and messaged but had nothing in return, I only knew she was alive because she had been posting on twitter.

It felt so alien being back in my apartment building, I hadn't been here in a week but it felt like a lifetime. The last time I had been here I was happy, I had a man who I loved but it wasn't to be. In a wierd way I was happy that it was over, I was living a life that wasn't meant for me. I wanted kids, marriage and a life and I wasn't going to get any of that from Greg. I may have loved him but we were different, I knew there was someone out there for me and I would find him eventually.

I pushed open my apartment door and dropped my bag, to say I was shocked was an understatement. My mouth hung open and my eyes almost bugged out of my head. I had to be still sleeping, the scene that played out in front of me could not have been real.

"What the fuck are you doing" I yelled as I slammed the door behind me.

A naked man jumped up and fell to the floor, he felt around until he found a cushion that he eventually covered his modesty with. Bree had been laying under him, she took the blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around herself. Bree just looked at me, she didn't say a word.

"What are you doing here" she finally asked.

"I live here, this is my fucking home" I was livid, this wasn't the bree I had known the last 5 years.

"Go on then fuck off" bree called to get naked friend.he quickly grabbed his clothes and looked at her.

"The bathrooms upstairs the first door on the left" I told him.

He smiled politely and ran up the stairs.

"Bree what's happening, I've been trying to call you for nearly a week. Tell me what's happening with you" I begged.

"Noel broke up with me" I stumbled , I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I sat by her and wrapped my arms around her.

"Tell me, what did he say" I rubbed her back and hoped she would open up.

I could see that bree had her shield up, she didn't want to open up. "I told him that I couldn't wait for him that I had slept with someone else while he had been away"

"How did I not know that, who and when" I asked. I was in shock, Noel and bree were soulmates. I had never known two people so in love.

Bree opened her mouth to answer but she asked distracted by her now fully dressed friend joining us in the room.

He was stood by the stairs looking at us, he looked so awkward. "Should I call you"

"She will call you, nice to meet you" I said as I stood and showed him out.

"So who was it, do I know them" I asked as I sat down again.

"I can't say"

"Yeah you can" I argued.

"Don't laugh"

My brows creased and I looked at her "why would I laugh, who is it"

"Promise you won't laugh" she repeated.

"Just tell me it can't be that bad"

Bree bit her lip and mumbled something.

"It was Quentin"

I looked at her, I had no idea who Quentin was. I tried my best to think of who she was talking about. I didn't know anyone called Quentin.

Bree was looking at me expectantly.

"I don't know anyone called Quentin"

"Q" she prompted.

Then it hit me like a train, but I had to be wrong there was no way she had slept with Q. Q was the ventriloquist who performed at park, me and bree would sit on the bench and torment him until he lost track of what voice he was suppose to be doing. It had been our Saturday tradition, he was so not brees type. Q was tall and skinny with ginger curls, he was nothing like Noel.

I was glad that I didn't promise not to laugh, I was laughing so loud I was sure the neighbours would hear.

"You said q was a nerd, I can't believe you slept with him. When and where did this happen" I was holding my sides, I was having to talk in between laughing.

"In his apartment, surrounded by his dummies"

"Jesus Christ, I can't cope" I was slapping my leg, I had never found anything as funny.

"Don't laugh" she was trying to sound serious but a small smile danced on her lips.

"Did he do voices"

"What do you mean " she asked.

I clenched my fist and put out my arm and did a funny voice "hi I'm quentins penis, I have one eye and no mouth and I can speak. I'm a medical marvel"

"Not funny"

I put my arm under a cushion and carried on with my accent "ooh daddy it's dark in here, and it's very slippery I think I'm going to spit up"

I thought my ventriloquist act was amusing and it appeared that bree did too, she was reluctantly laughing.

"You twat" she joked.

I continued with my funny voice " no your the twat"