I was sat in the living room by my ‘Dad’ getting told something so horrid that it could break my life even worse than it already was.
“Wynter, I’m sorry but… I’m not your real father…” Jacob Pond said, AKA the man that I used to call my Dad.
“What!? Then… Who’s my real dad?” I asked nervously
“His name is Brendon Eric Jarly.” He stated bluntly. I had seen that name on Twitter, as a hashtag #RIPBrendonEricJarly, Apparently he has a family of his own. I guess I have to tell them sooner or later.
****1 WEEK LATER****
I pulled up outside of the funeral home, tears welled in my eyes, I felt so bad to do this to them. I climbed out of my car, and saw a woman and her daughter crying softly. I walked over to them and sighed.
“Erm, Hi, um I’m sorry but, er… I’m your step-daughter and erm, your husband had an affair 18 years ago with my mother, Elena Pond… And um, erm uh, I happened…” I mumbled. “I’m sorry to tell you this now but…” I trailed off.
“What?!” The girl around my age shouted.
“I’m very sorry… My mother would have been too…” I mumbled. “My name is Wynter by the way.”
“I’m Ryan, and my dad wo-“
“He did sweet-heart.” Her mother said “We made up but… I never knew about you though, hunny. Do you have a place to stay?” The woman asked me tiredly.
“Erm…” I mumbled. “Not…Really…” I squirmed
“Well, your basicly my daughter, so I must ask you to stay with us…”
“But Mum!” Ryan cried.
“She seems like a very sweet girl, Ryan… We are going to help her. That’s final.” The woman said, looking at her daughter in pain.
“Really you don’t have to do that…” I replied nerviously.
“But we will…” Ryan grumbled.
“But-“ I tried
“No buts!” The woman groaned. I let out a sigh, odviously defeted.
“Okay…”
****1 MONTH LATER****
“Ryan!” I called through the house.
“What?” She replied walking into my room.
“I’m bored, wanna catch a movie?”
“Can’t gotta go to work… Sorry maybe Saturday?” she smiled
“Erm… Sure. See ya’” I waved as she left my room. I pulled up Omegal and pressed, Start Chatting. Soon enough it read…
You are now chatting with a random stranger, Say Hi!
You: Hey
Stranger: Hey, asl?
You: 18 F
Stranger: Horny?
You: Gross!! No!!!
Stranger: Come on, I just want 1 round, a quick on… where do you live?
You: No way in hell!
Stranger: Well where do you live?
You: USA, What’s your #
Stranger: 777-777-7777
You: What’s your name, btw… mine’s Wynter Pond
Stranger: Michael Clifford
