He's not my dad

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"No comment"

"No comment"

"She's carrying her son would you kindly back off" my dads voice was stern but not threatening enough to actually scare the photographers into moving.

"Is the baby joe kerrs or chuck groves"  one man called, he was dangerously close to me. I was scared that he was going to knock Harry from my arms.

"No comment" I hissed.

"You heard her no comment, now fuck off" brees arms were around me but she was still somehow able to push the pariahs away. I swear she should have been a bodyguard instead of an actress, she has some balls. Bree was my Kevin Costner and I het Whitney Houston apart from all the coke that is. I never did like the stuff, I like to be in control of myself and my actions.

"Is it true that chucks the father" another photographer called.

"Why are they coming out of the woodwork now, I left the band over 10 months ago. The press have had no interest in me and now suddenly there following me" I'm on the brink of tears. It makes no sense, I don't know why they are suddenly interested in my life. I haven't invited them into my world. I don't update my public social media, I haven't done any interview or made any tv appearances.

"Chuck" my dad said through gritted teeth.

My dad slammed the door behind him and we were now safe in the privacy of my house. We had been bombarded by cameras when we stepped out of brunch, they had followed us back to my house.

"What's chuck got to do with it" bree asks before I have chance.

"He posted a message on the internet , I heard the girls talking about it work" my dad answered.

I hand Harry to bree and quickly pull my phone from my purse. I take less than a minute to pull up his Facebook page. I gasp when I see his latest post.

"What does it say" bree pushes.

"Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there, I'm so happy that my son has the best mom in the world" I cry as I read the words.

"That bastard" my dad curses.

"Language" my mother chastises as he walks through the door.

"How did you get here" my dad asks as he moves for her to sit next to him on the sofa.

"Greg called when he heard the news and picked me up, he's outside parking the car"  my mother replied, she looked like she was crying.

"You heard the news, what have you heard" I ask. Have I been living in a bubble.

"I saw it on the news app on my phone, are you ok"

"I'm confused, what's going on" I ask.

Greg walks through the door and rubs his temples. He walks over to my mini bar and pours himself a late scotch. He holds it up to my dad who nods. After the men are sat with their tumblers I stare at Greg and wait for him to tell me what he knows. I'm sure it's a great deal more than what I know.

"So" I prompt.

Greg takes a deep breath and grinds his lip between his teeth, he trying to find the words.  "Chucks girlfriend Tina is pregnant, she's having a boy. He Called his grandfather last night"

"Right" I grab my bag and my phone.

"Mom could you watch Harry for the night, I should be back tomorrow afternoon" I walk away and just manage to hear her agree.

Bree us running after me, she follows me to the car and gets in beside me without asking where it is were going. Bree is my one true friend, she would follow me anywhere.

"So we going to kick some ass" bree asks.

"No" I shake my head.

"We're gonna fucking obliterate him"

Anger is pulsing through me, I don't even know where chuck is. I guess I should have found out before I left.

"Where is the c**t" yes I dropped the c bomb but wouldn't you under the  circumstances.

Bree scanned through her phone and smiled happily. "According to Freddie's Facebook there in the studio in Manhattan"

"Manhattan it is" this made my life so much easier, I would have flown to England if that's where he was. I've pussy footed around this for too long, I keep expecting him to good some balls and he present in his sons life but it isn't going to happen. He will never take responsibility for Harry but is welcoming his new child with open arms. He was meant to love me, he was meant to be my soul mate. I need closure, I need to finally put the memory of us to rest.

The drive to the studio was quiet, I was thinking of what I would say when I was finally face to face with him. I started to think of way to get past security and get in front of him. I was psyching myself up for a confrontation, I hoped i would get the chance to say all I needed to.

"You ready to go all hulk on his ass" 

I'm saving my words for chuck, I nod at bree and leave the car slamming the door behind me.

It turns out that I didn't need to worry about security, they recognised me and let me in without asking if I could be there. Bree follows closely behind me as I pushed the door open to the studio.

Chuck was sat on a stool with a cigarette handing from his lips and a bottle of jack in his hand. He looks like he's seen a ghost when he spots me.

"Here" I thrust a photo of Harry at him.

"What's this" he slurs .

"This is a photo of your son Harry, the same son that you have shown no interest in since he was born. He's an innocent beautiful boy who deserves to be loved. Your a pathetic worm. I feel sorry for you. If you can't be there for your first born how can you be there for your new son."

Everyone is staring at me but I barely notice. I have to say my piece. A hundred video cameras couldn't stop me.

"Your a loser, I don't know how you can look at yourself in the mirror after the way you've behaved. How could you just ignore your own sons existence like he's nothing, he's everything. He deserves so much better than you"

"I'm sure my dad is making up for it, your screwing him right"  he smirks. He see Jason and Anthony wince, they knew he had just signed his own death warrant.

I turned and swung my arm out so my first connected with his jaw. Chuck fell from his stool and dropped his bottle which sent glass shattering everywhere.

Bree swung her arm and pointed at his pathetic body slumped on the floor "and stay down"

"Stupid whore" chuck wiped the blood from his lip and rested against the speaker.

"You were the last person I slept with, I didn't have sex with joe. I haven't had sex since you. If anyone here's the whore it's you. I deserve better than you, I always have"

I turn to Tina, "you do too"