The Impact

Chapter 69

"What are you doing?" Ian asks. I'm sitting on the bench by the flooded pool looking at my phone.

"Texting your third dad to see if I can stay with him if your dads throw me out," I say. he answered. Guess what it is. Give up? Yes of course always of course.

"I have a third dad? You can't have him!" Ian says, indignantly.

"Yeah, your bio dad, he wanted to save you from-----okay me---as well---and what do you mean I can't have him?" I ask, indignantly, "You already have two!"

"Well none of them are yours," he says, folding his arms, "That one is mine as well. He sounds nice."

"You don't know anything about him and you have three and I don't even have one I think you could lend me one until I get my memory back," I say, self-righteously.

"You're not telling him you're Beggarman?" he asks, angrily.

"No, otherwise he wouldn't want me to stay with him, duh," I say.

"That isn't fair you can't lie to my new dad---"

"See you've got so many dads you can't keep up you give them arbitrary labels it isn't fair I don't even have one---"

"That you know of—"

"I'd like to think that if I had a good one then I wouldn't be in this situation now the least you can do is let me borrow one all of yours are nice---"

"The least I can do!!! You took my body and you've been having sex with my girlfriend---"

"Who you didn't have sex with, dude why---------okay off limits topic completely understandable got it," I say, as he pushes me off the bench and onto the concrete, "Let's take care of your body and I'll get you back in it, okay?"

"You don't even know how to get me back in it," he says, stalking away.

"No but I'm going to work on it," I say.

"How are you going to work on it??? You don't even know who you are!" he cries.

"I'll admit we have a long way to go," I say, nodding.

"This is so fucked up," Ian says, bowing his head.

"Yeah, you're telling me," I say, staring up at the sky, "At least you know who your family is. And they love you."

"You don't know yours could be looking for you," he says, quietly.

"Again, if they were anything like yours, I don't think I'd be in this situation," I say.

"I'm in this situation," he says.

"Because of me, not because of you," I say.

"No, it's because of my mom---she sold me to you," he says.

"What?" I ask.

"That's what we found out, she did something, like sold my soul to you," he says.

"Then she had to have met me---what does she look like? Maybe seeing her will help me remember," I say, eagerly.

"It might um---I don't know where pictures of her would be," he says, shaking his head, "Ask Peter, he keeps track of that sort of thing he might know where the pictures of her went. I had some when I went to the ocean to find you---Parker might know---but don't talk to her."

"Understood, I'll find---okay I was just looking for you," I say, running in to Peter as he comes out the sliding glass door.

"I came to make sure you were okay, you can come inside," he says.