Take my hand and never be afraid again...

Take my hand and never be afraid again 2

'OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD' I thought to myself. I slowly made my way over and sat down.

After a few minutes I was a little over my shock. Well, enough to act like a normal person.

"Well, I'll leave you two to talk" Mark said exiting the room.

We sat there for a few minutes while I took everything in. After a while I said, "So you're my father?"

"No sorry. I am however, your brother" he smiled, "and I have been hoping to find you for what seems like a very long time"

"How?" I asked, absolutely gobsmacked

He sighed, "Well I only found out about you three years ago. I never told anyone I knew, just started looking. I found out when dad died, I found your birth certificate and photos of you, some newspaper clipping from your school newsletters too. Looks like your parents sent him all of it. I confronted mum about it and she broke down crying. It turns out dad had an affair with a co-worker and she got pregnant. She wanted to abort the pregnancy. He wanted to keep it, but mum said while she didn't want to kill the baby, didn't want to raise it. So they all compromised and put you up for adoption. But dad asked to be kept updated on your progress and achievements, he also wanted it so that if anything happened you'd go back to him. When he died, I kept the number in case this exact call ever came or you wanted to find him."

"Wow" I said once I'd finished processing.

"Yeah" he nodded

"And obviously, no one knows?" I asked

"Only the guys" he said, "and even they only found out a few hours ago"

I nodded.

We sat in silence for a few more minutes.

"So, what's your name?" My 'brother' asked me.

"Katya – (its pronounced cart-cha) - Campbell" I said

"So, are you going to keep that last name?" He asked

"Probably, I mean no offence or anything. I might change it later but for now I'd like to keep it" I said

"I understand. Well we should probably go, I've got a room booked in the hotel down the road, and then tomorrow we will fly out to New Jersey" he said

I nodded and we went to find Mark. I got my suitcase, My DVD player and my laptop out of the police car and hugged Mark saying thank you for everything. I followed my new brother to the hotel. We got into our room and I put my stuff down.

"You know, I really like your band" I said trying to start conversation.

"So you have heard of us?" He asked

"Of course I have, I have your albums and a shirt or two" I said

He smiled, "Well then, at least we aren't complete strangers"

I put my suitcase down on the floor and plugged in my laptop, while my brother turned on the TV. I signed into MSN and saw that Amelia was on.

AMATTACK says: Hey darling, are you with your 'brother'? How's it going?

KATYAKONTAGIOUS says: Oh, it's fine. But you'll never guess who my brother is?!!!!!!!

AMATTACK says: Um, god? Lollol

KATYAKONTAGIOUS says: HA! Close. It's Frank Fucking IERO!

AMATTACK says: OH NO WAY IN HELL!!

KATYAKONTAGIOUS says: Oh yeah, no shit. I was so shocked when I found out. I mean I'm shattered about my parents and I feel guilty for getting excited about my new brother but OH MY GOD!

AMATTACK says: Hey, you are allowed to be happy. Don't ever feel guilty about that. You know your parents would want you to be happy.

I heard Frank calling out to me from outside.

KATYAKONTAGIOUS says: Hey got to go, but I'll try be on later, love you xx.

I signed off and went outside.

"Hey, I was just wondering, did you want to stay here for another few days, so you can attend your parents' funeral?" Frank asked me.

I hadn't even thought of a funeral. I looked up at him, tears forming again and nodded.

"Okay, I'll exchange the tickets and tell the guys, I'm sure they can do without me for a few days" He smiled.

I nodded and walked back inside. I sat on my bed and started crying again. My breathing was heavy and my eyes were scrunched up tight. I was holding onto myself and rocking.

I felt a weight on the bed but didn't even open my eyes. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and I fell into them. I held onto Frank and just cried, while he stroked my hair.

About three hours later I woke up. Frank was on his bed watching TV and I was lying on my own bed.

I got up and sat next to Frank.

"Oh, you're up" he said. I just nodded and kept watching TV.

On Friday, I woke up and showered. I dressed for the funeral which was today. I brushed my long (half way down my back) dark brown curly hair, I put black mascara, eye shadow and eyeliner around my green eyes and I was wearing a long black strappy dress and black high heels.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Frank walk into the hotel room, dressed in a completely black suit.

"Ready?" he asked

I nodded and we caught a taxi to the cemetery.

The whole way through the service I cried. When it came time to do my speech I stepped up to the front and I tried so hard not to let people see me cry.

"My mother and father were the best people I've ever known. We were more like best friends. We did everything together and there's nothing that I didn't trust them with. They always cheered me up when I was down and they always made me feel like I could do anything I wanted to. They were so amazing, so special that even what I'm saying doesn't begin to describe them. Everyone that knew them loved them. They were always positive and so selfless. I know that I will never ever forget them and I will always carry them with me, in my heart" I said. I had started crying before the third sentence. I walked back next to Frank, who looked at me and put his hand on my shoulders comfortingly.

I watched as my parents were lowered into the ground. I started crying harder than ever. Amelia showed up just before my speech and stared at Frank the whole time.

"Aw, honey I'm going to miss you" I said to her hugging her tightly, "We'll always be best friends, and I'll email you every day, I promise"

"I know and I'll email you every day and I'll call you when I can afford it, I love you sweetie" Amelia said and we both started crying again.

I didn't go to the reading of the will after the funeral as I had already read it. Frank and I went back to the hotel to get changed. I changed into my bright green tank top, black skinny legs and my baggy escape the fate jacket. I fixed my make up (black eye liner, mascara and eye shadow and foundation) brushed my hair and packed my laptop.

When I had finished packing I noticed Frank had changed into ripped jeans and a red nightmare before Christmas hoodie.

"Ready to go?" he whispered. I think he knew how hard this was for me.

I merely nodded and picked up my bags.