The Daughter of Tony Stark

Chapter Four

"That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet."
-Emily Dickinson

It had been a few days since the DNA test. I have yet to hear from anyone concerning the situation- other than them wanting to rerun the test to make sure it's 100% accurate. The house seemed dead. It matched how I felt. It absolutely killed me inside to think I would never see my mom again.

In the mornings, she would always be away early and finish up breakfast by them time I can down. We would eat in the living room and talk with the television as background noise.

She was always so happy in the mornings. I, on the other hand, wasn't. Having to get up early to begin the day was horrible. I remember asking her how she was so happy in the mornings and she said that the day was a new day and held new miracles.

The memory put a smile into my face.

I miss you, mom.

I tried to remain calm but my mind was running wild.

What if my father doesn't want me? Then what? Who is he? Are they really going to leave me with a man I've never met. This has to be going against some kind of policy, right?

This was all assuming they find this mystery man of a father. There has been a constant feeling in my stomach. The one when you think you forgot something or you know something bad is going to happen.

The mess in the living room has yet to been cleaned up. I've mostly stayed in my room other than coming down a few times for something to drink. I haven't been able to stomach any food for the past few days and I was running low on drinks.

I was getting dressed for the day when I heard a knock at the door. The dread I have been feeling came back full force as I finished pulling on my shirt.

Here we go.

Heading down stairs, I turn off the light in my bedroom and shut my door. Once I got down I head to the door and looked through the window. As expected, it was the officer. I opened the door wide enough for him to fit through and shut it softly when he made it in.

"Morning. Sorry to disturb you so early in the morning but the tests have come back." He said.

"So who is this guy?" I asked. My heart was beating fast.

Was I finally going to meet my father?

"Actually, I was hoping we could talk about it at the hospital. He's on his way there from New York. Last I spoke with him, he was boarding his jet." The officer said.

His jet? He has a fucking jet? Meanwhile mom has been slaving away trying to provide for me.

Trying to keep a calm facade I asked, "Did he know about me. Did he know my mom was pregnant?"

"That's something you would have to ask him. He seem shocked over the phone so I would think not. He kept asking questions about you and your mother." The officer answered.

His eyes showed pity. I hated that. I did not need anyone's pity. I was perfectly fine accepting that.

"What time is he getting there?" I asked.

"Well," he said, "the ride to here from New York is only a couple hours. And I talked to him an hour ago. So I would say 1-2 more hours before he shows."

"Should I pack my stuff? Am I coming back here or will I need to leave immediately?" I asked. I was definitely not prepared.

"That's up to him, although I would pack some spare clothes just in case. The rest he can provide." He answered.

I frowned at that. I didn't want him to provide for me. He hasn't been here providing for me before and I definitely did not need him now. I was basically an adult. Soon I could get my own job and my own place. At least I would have to stay with him long.

Guilt suddenly filled my body. He had no fault in this. He didn't know he knocked up my mom. Maybe if he did, he would have been there. If what the officer is saying is true, he had no idea of my existence.

I hugged out a large breath of air and headed back upstairs. All of this was giving me a headache. I groaned and pressed me hands to my head hoping to soothe the pounding. I opened my door and flipped on the switch before sitting at the edge of my bed. I sat there for a while until my headache subsided.

I huffed again and got up from my bed. I looked in my closet for a small bag I could pack my clothes in. When I found a small black one I placed it on my bed and looked inside the drawers for some clothes.

After I finished, I looked around the room. I had spent my whole life in this house. It felt weird to think that I might never come back again. The was my home. The one my mom made for herself and I. Tears began to blur my vision before I blinked them back. I fluttered my eye and took large, deep breaths to calm myself down.

I'm sure everything will be okay. Why didn't my mom ever tell him she was pregnant with me? Was she ashamed?Why didn't she ever tell me about him?

Opening my eyes back up, I grabbed the bag I had packed and slung it over my shoulder. I nodded to myself while looking around the room. Then, I switched off the light and left, closing the door behind me.

I met the officer, who was sitting down uncomfortably on one of the torn couches.
I grimaced at the sight. He saw me in the doorway and stood up, heading toward the front door. I looked around my home and smiled once more. For a split second, I didn't feel so afraid anymore.

I'm starting another fanfic called "Bruce Banner's Daughter" I hope that you all loved loved this chapter. I apologize for taking forever to update. I've been really busy and I was trying to come up with ideas. I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy new year. Thank you for reading my lovelies. I'll try and update soon. 😘