Keeping up with... Kamryn?

Chapter Seven

A/N: Guess what? The girl above is ME! (from a recent photo shoot. Keep an eye out for more pics of me in the cover pictures....) :)
I had a request to update this story again, I was actually already planning to tonight so it worked out perfectly. Again, I am so sorry it's taken me so long. Being bullied takes up more time that you would think 😔 Life isn't peachy right now for me, but writing helps... so I will try to update more I promise! xoxo Ily all!

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"Hello." Kris smiled at me. "You look a little old to be selling Girl Scout cookies.. are you their troop leader or something?"

I swallowed a lump. I had to do this. I had to tell her the truth. If I lied, and didn't tell her the reason I am really here, Debbie would send me to an orphanage or foster home. That is the last thing I want.

"Um... I am not with the Girl Scouts.."
I spoke up.

Her head tilted. "Oh. Sorry for the misunderstanding, I thought I heard Kim say you were selling cookies? Anyway, why are you here then?" She asked curiously.

It's now or never.

"I.... my name is Kamryn Collette. I am...." The little breath I had slowly ran out. Kris tilted her head to the side.

"Is something wrong?" Kris asked.

"Yeah, I'm just... having hard time getting this out for some reason.." I sighed. "I-"

"Oh, are you lost? That explains it. I wondered how you got in with the gate being locked - you climbed over it didn't you? It's okay, I'll let this one go since you're just a kid. Do you need to call your mom?" She asked. She was trying to help, I know... but she was clueless. I thought maybe she would recognize my name atleast. I am her daughter.

"No, that's okay... I already found her..." I swallowed. "She is standing right in front of me."

I watched for a reaction. Any reaction. Something that tells me she is really my mother and I am not just standing here at a dead end to a pointless wild goose chase. What if she isn't my mother?

"What?" She half laughed, half asked in curiosity. Do I have to spell it out for her?

"I am your daughter, Kamryn Collette. George Collete's daughter. I was born on October 10, 1998." I stated. I was becoming a little more bold and brave, which is a good thing - I hope.

Kris took a step back. Her facial expression and reaction told me everything. It's true. She is my mother.

"K- Kamryn?" Kris stuttered. A tear rolled down her cheek.

All the sudden Bruce walked up behind her. "Hey honey-" he began. She quickly wiped a tear away and stood up straight. He noticed and said as he noticed me standing there, "What's wrong? And who is this?"

Kris looked at me with regret, along with love filling her eyes. "Everything is fine. This girl just got lost. I'll deal with it, just give me a minute."

And with that, Bruce nodded and walked away. I looked at her with watery eyes. "He doesn't know, does he? And you don't want him to know..." I sighed, looking away and off into the distance. Anywhere but in her eyes.

She noticed how hurt I was. She leaned forward and said, "Come inside, please. . ."

I sighed and stepped inside nervously. I looked around and everything looked so familiar. I mumbled to myself, "Everything looks the same..."

"Did you say something?" Kris asked after she shut the door once I was inside.

I bit my lip. "Yeah, I just said it looks the same as on tv. My dad.. George.. watched your show almost everyday." I admitted.

Her eyes rounded widely. "George watched Keeping up with the Kardashians?" She asked shocked.

I nodded but didn't say much. I wanted to get the thought of my dad out of my head and here I was bringing up memories.

"My office is this way, we can talk in there." She grinned. I could tell she was also nervous.

We walked into her office and there were pictures of her family everywhere. Magazine covers of each daughter... but me. I said as I sat down, "You're daughters... they are beautiful."

"So are you." Kris said, sitting behind her desk. "You are so... stunning. You resemble Kendall alot."

"So it's true... I am your daughter?"

Kris nodded. "Yes. You.. you are my daughter. I gave birth to your 16 years ago on a Wednesday morning."

"You remember the day?" I asked.

"Honey, I could never forget that." She grinned. "I just can't believe how grown up you are. And beautiful! You are so beautiful, Kamryn! Where did that baby girl go that I held in my arms all those years ago?" She wiped a tear off her cheek again.

"She grew up. Without a mother, if I have to remind you." I stated, looking down at my hands in my lap.

"I have never been so remorseful for anything in my entire life." She said, making me look up. "I think about you all the time. I have wondered what you look like, if you look like me or your father.. what your voice sounded like... what kind of person you are. And now, all of the answers are sitting before me. You are everything I thought you would be and more."

A tear rolled down my cheek. And I usually never cry. Maybe I got that from her, she seems to cry alot. "But why? If you love me so much, why did you leave me?"

"Baby, I didn't have a choice. I had two other baby girls at home, not to mention four other grown children. I had a new husband that I couldn't let down. And I was in the public eye... it's not easy, Kamryn."

"You know, life for me hasn't been so peachy either, mom. You probably don't have the slightest clue what I have gone through, and you probably don't even care! All you care about is the public eye and what people think. I was a mistake."

"No, don't ever say that. You were not a mistake, young lady. And what is this you are talking about... your life? Your father was a lawyer. you should have had a very good life?" Kris asked.

"Are you insane? My father has been a drug and alchohol addict for 6 years. I never remember him being a lawyer... are we talking about same guy??" I asked. "George Collette."

"Yes, George Collette... the man who was my lawyer when I was in a divorce with Robert. He was a very high class man. He never did drugs..."

"Well I Beg to differ on that one. Drugs and Alcohol are what killed him. It's pretty obvious he had a problem for awhile." I sighed, looking out the window. When I looked back to Kris, her face was in pure shock.

"Kris?" I asked. "Are you okay??"

"George is dead?"