Complicated

Chapter eighteen

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

"Wake up, you lazy egg!" Cara sang in my ears.

She seriously didn't know how to wake someone up. At least she shouldn't shout in my ears. ATLEAST.

"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, CARA!" I yelled back, not even trying to feel sorry for her.

"Its nine in the morning and you're still in bed? Shameless creature! Your auditions are in...two hours!"

"Yeah, I kno- what! Are you kidding me?"

That's when I actually woke up. Two more hours. It was finally Sunday.

And that's also when everything came back crashing to me. I mean to say, the things which happened in the past few days.

I sunk back to my pillow and shut my eyes tightly.

I was thankful that I had a good sleep before my auditions.

"Hello? Carmen?"

I was brought back to reality when she spoke again.

I was doing that a lot lately. Zoning out, that is.

"Yeah. I'll get ready."

"I'll pick you up at ten thirty. Be ready."

"Wait...you're picking me up?"

"Yes. Yes. And yes. Now get your ass off your bed and go get ready. Bye."

And....Cara saved the day for me.

I was in no position to face my parents or talk to them.

I couldn't call Vin to pick me up. He'd be at work. Andrew was landing that day in the noon.

So I was left with no choice but to go with Cara.

She was the only one who was able to cheer me up.
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I sprinted downstairs and when I reached the last step, something caught my eye. Some kind of glossy paper fell off the file my dad was carrying to his room.

I walked towards it and picked it up carefully, planning on returning it to my dad.

I picked it up and turned it over.

It was a picture. A picture of mom, dad and a little..boy?

It was in the middle of an ice rink. Mom and dad were hugging the little boy, smiling at the camera, while the boy had little to no expression.

He had dark brown hair and when I observed closely, he had emerald green eyes. In the photo, dad had green eyes too. Mom had greenish blue eyes?

Huh?

The boy had mom's nose. The same high cheekbones.

Who. The. Hell. Is. This. Boy?

Was he the one my parents were talking about?

Is he their so-

No way.

My heart literally stopped for a moment before I slid the photo into my jeans pocket and sighed a breath of relief.

My parents wished me luck and grabbed me into a group hug.

This time, it didn't feel like they were hugging the way they used to before.

My parents wouldn't have hid something very huge from me, right?
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I walked out of the audition room with Cara, my music mentor Gabby and Chip.