Tony's Daughter

Moving on

After the hospital bills were payed for with my college fund, I didn't have much money for a proper funeral. So I had my mom cremated in her favorite dress, and had her ashes scattered in the Hudson river.

I kept all her jewelry, scrap books, and various items of hers before donating the rest to various shelters. I packed up all of ours pictures, and things that were in the attic and put them in the bed of my mom's truck. After that was done I packed my things, put them in the truck, and headed over to my mom's friend's place.

Stephen was nice enough to let me stay for a few days. In turn, I taught him how to cook basic meals. The man couldn't cook to save his life. On the last day I was there, I got an envelope stating that after my mother's death, I was to live my biological father until I could fully access what she left me. It said that I had to travel to Malibu, California to meet him.

So I set off to Malibu. Traveling before afternoon rush hour, and in the early hours of the morning. Sure, I stopped when possible, so I could rest. Once I reached Malibu, I stopped at a gass station to fill up. Once that was done, I headed up to the address that was stated on the letter.

To say I was nervous, was an understatement. I was going to meet a man that I had never seen before who apparently, is my father. On the other hand, I am absolutely livid. Where was this man, who's supposed to be my father, for the last seventeen years?

As I pulled up to the house, I was stopped by a gate. I pressed a button on the post, letting someone know I was there.

"Can I help you?" A posh sounding voice asked.

"Um, yeah. I'm here with some paperwork for the man who lives here. Can I come in? I promise that I'm not trying to sell anything." I said.

A quiet moment passed, before I received an answer.

"Very well. Pull up to the front of the house."

The gates opened up enough to let my truck through, and then closed once I was clear. I pulled up to the front, my jaw hanging open at the complexity of it all.

I parked the car, and got out. I made sure I had the documents before I left though. I took a deep breath, and prepared myself before knocking on the door. It less than a minute before the door opened.

"Are you the one with the paper work?" A woman with ginger hair asked.

"Yes."

"You can come in."

She stepped aside as she let me in.

"So, where's the paper work?" She asked.

I handed the envelope to her. I watched with a neutral expression, as she read the papers. When she reached the DNA portion, her eyes widened. She must've flipped through the the pages like ten times before she said anything.

"Jarvis, where's Tony?"

"In his work shop, Ms. Potts. Shall I fetch him?"

"Yes. Use necessary force if you have to."

To be honest, I was more scared than anything.

As Ms. Potts led me to a different room, my curiosity about my father grew even more.

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Sorry it's so short. Life got in the way.