The Unknown: Book 3 {A Bensler Fan Fic}

Chapter 26

I pulled into my parents' driveway, and I parked my car once I was closer to their house. I didn't want to get out right now, because I had to prepare how I was supposed to bring up my conversation with Sharon. How did I tell my biological mother what my formerly adoptive mother said to me?

I leaned my head back against the headrest, and I ran my hands over my face, but I nearly screamed when someone knocked on my window. It didn't help that it was foggy out, and because my Dad was wearing a face mask thing to keep the cold off.

I rolled down the window and sighed.

"Dad, you scared me." I frowned.

"Well, your mother was equally as scared when a car pulled up and parked in front of our house. What are you doing here?" He asked, and I sighed as I opened the door, then put up the window so we could still talk.

"I'm here to talk to Mom. I've been busy that last week because Charlie broke her nose, and then Greg was sick so Aubrie and the kids were staying with us." I spoke, and he nodded as I closed my car door before we walked up the path together.

"How is my granddaughter doing?" He asked, as he draped his arm over my shoulders.

"She's doing good. Her nose has went down in the swelling department, but she still has the bruises under her eyes."

"So close to getting better." He spoke, and I nodded.

We entered the house, and my father took his jacket off as I did. He called my mother's name, and she came down the stairs in her worn fluffy robe.

"Liv?" She questioned, and I let out a small sigh.

"Mom, I know it's early, but can we talk?" I asked, and she nodded slowly.

"Yeah. Is everything okay?" She questioned, and I shrugged.

"Right now I do not know. I'm having issues thinking through some stuff, and I know you can help." I replied, and she smiled gently, but her dark brown eyes had lit up a bit. She loved when I came to her for help, instead of other people.

"Let me get you some coffee, then we can go and sit in the den. Cause your father can make a fire in the fireplace for us." She smiled, and I chuckled softly as I shoved my hands in my pocket.

My father rolled his eyes as he walked over to my mother. He hugged her warmly as I walked towards the kitchen. I knew they'd start kissing, and even as a woman who has seen kissing and who has been kissed many times in the past, it still grosses me a out a bit when my parents start making out like they are teenagers. But at least I know they are still madly in love.

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I sat in my father's den, as my mother poured tea into cups, because I told her I was already wound from what I needed to talk to her about. She sat back and pulled the blanket over her lap and smiled at me.

"So, sweetie, what do you need to talk about?" She asked, as I grabbed my glass and cupped it in my hands to try and keep my hands warm while we waited for the fire to start warming the room.

"Sharon and Simon." I breathed, and she swallowed hard, as her face paled a bit.

"What about him, Olivia?"

"They showed up at the precinct on the night Charlie broke her nose. I told them to just give someone their numbers, and when I got home I called them. I wanted to know what they had to tell me, but then everything went down hill." I sighed.

"How so?" She asked, as she looked over at me for a small moment, before she diverted her eyes to her glass that was steaming.

"She wants me to be apart of their family again."

"Do you want to?" She asked, and I shook my head as tears welled in my eyes. I knew this was going to be hard with me, because my mother and I are close, and talking about my past always gets me.

"Liv, please don't think about them anymore. They aren't parts of your life anymore. You have us, Elliot's parents, the kids, the crew, Elliot... You have everything and you don't need them."

"I was just going to be a bandage."

"Huh?" She questioned, as she quickly turned her head to look at me.

"They wanted me to help them heal. To patch up the wounds the bastard who caused this all left. But I can't do that. Maybe when everything was still fresh. Maybe when I didn't make something of myself. But now."

I started to cry as I spoke. I didn't think something like this would happen. I thought they forgot about me, but I hadn't been able to forget about them.

"Liv, please don't cry." She whispered, awkwardly.

"Just ignore me. I don't know why I'm like this. I got over them, but maybe it's because it all started on the night Charlie broke her nose."

"You are just emotional because you are scared. Because you have a lot at stake now. Look at your kids, your grandkids." She spoke, before leaning over and kissing my temple gently. 

She stood and took the tray upstairs, and left me in the den. I sat the cup down before running my hands over my face and took a slow breath.

I took sometime and walked around the den, trying to get the tears to go away, but as I paced the room, I saw the pictures my parents displayed proudly.

Graduation pictures from my oldest kids, a few pictures of James from his soccer championship, then a few of Charlie dancing. My parents hadn't been mine till I was 16. I had been just a person living in a house with people who didn't care.

There were rough times, but not enough to make me want to move back with Sharon and Simon. After I found out that I was pregnant with Aubrie, I did run back but not for good.

Maybe if I force them back out, everything will go back to normal.

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