Maya hart: A hard life....a markle/faya fanfic

Unexpected phone calls part. 2

(Mayas p.o.v)

"Hello Maya."
I was taken away by the voice. Why was my father calling me after all these years.
"What do you want Kermit?" I say bitterly. Me saying his name felt foreign on my younger and it seemed to shock Farkle quite a bit.
"Not calling me dad anymore?"
"You were never my dad you lost that privilege when you walked out."
"Oh I see you don't know yet," Kermit exclaimed.
"Don't know what."
"Your mother is dead," he chuckled slightly.
"How would you know?"
"Apparently I was her emergency contact for some reason. I got a call saying she got run over. The police say it was a hit and run. Unfortunately, for you, you have to live with me as I'm your Father I now get custody over you. You shall come and live with me and my wife, Veronica, and our children, Lucy and violet, over in LA."
"How do I know that you're telling the truth?" I ask shakily. His explanation took me off guard slightly.
"I can get the hospital to phone you if you would like?"
"Yes."
He hangs up and I don't know whether to trust him that he's getting the hospital. I'm frozen in place.

What if he was right? What if my mum is dead? Would I really have to move in with them? What about Farkle? If I have to go should I tell him my feelings before?

Farkle puts his hand on my shoulder and swarms of butterflies erupt within me. I look up at him nonetheless, he is looking at me with concern. I break our gaze when my phone rings again...it's not the same number.

I answer it and only now do I notice the shakiness of my body.
"Ms. Hart?" The women asks.
"That's me," I reply.
"I'm sorry to admit that you're mother was a victim of a hit and run. Who did it and why is still a mystery to us but the police are looking into it. We tried to save her but unfortunately there was to much blood loss. We are sorry. You should be living with your father from what I gathered. However, you have the option to object and live in an orphanage if you would like."

It takes me a minute to process what she had said. I definitely didn't want to live with my father.

"I'm sorry it took me a minute there. May I take the option of the orphanage? I just have to much here."
"That's no problem at all Ms. Hart we do have to ask you to gather your stuff as soon as possible. We will get someone to pick you up from your school, to then take you to your old home, pick up your stuff and then go to the orphanage. Depending on how late it is, you might be going back to school."
"Tha-that's fine."
"Ok someone should be there to lick you up in around 5-15 minutes. I'm sorry for your loss Ms. Hart."
She hangs up and it takes a minute to regain myself. Farkle seems to have heard the conversation because his eyes are widened and he brings me into a hug. I use all my will power not to cry and to keep my tears at bay.

What would my world bring now?