Kian Is Mine (an o2l fanfic)

Chapter 35: Bad Luck

Kian and Andrea Russett were making out on Carly's couch!

"Kian?!" I yelled

Kian and Andrea stopped kissing

Kian looked terrified "Sydney! I-it's not what it looks like!"

"She almost killed me!" I shouted through my tears

I ran out of Carly's house crying. When I reached home, I locked myself in my room and cried myself to sleep. I really couldn't take life anymore. All I wanted was my real dad Brock. Although, I felt like he was a phoney. I wanted to message him to come to our house. Mom had to see him and fall in love with him again, so she could get over Sebastian, who was possibly Andrea Russett's dad. I finally had the courage to ask him. I sent him a message on Facebook

S: Hey could you do me a favor?

B: Okay, what?

S: Do you maybe think u could visit me at my house?

B: Er

S: Please?

B: Alright, fine. What's your address?

S: well actually before I give it to you, I would like to FaceTime you

B: Er no problem

S: Great! :)

Brock was a phoney. You know who he was? He was apparently using Eric Delilah's brothers photos. He was actually a man from Pittsburgh, PA, living in Anaheim ever since he was 2 years old. He was 41 years old. He was 5'10. He had dark brown straight hair and coffee brown eyes. He had the same eyes as me. Here's how it went down. He answered my FaceTime call...

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm looking for a Brock Parken." I said

"I am Brock." Brock said

I looked at him closely "No, you're not."

He nodded "Yes I am. I stole someone's photos so nobody would recognize me. Vincent Delilah."

I cocked my head to the side "Vincent Delilah? Does he have a brother named Eric?"

He nodded "Yup and Eric stole your mom from me. I've been messing with him ever since."

I laughed "Clever."

He laughed "I know right. Look, Sydney, I really really miss your mom. And it would mean the world to me if you could give her...back to me."

I smiled "I'd love to. She's a single pringle!"

I lied. But if he knew she had a boyfriend, he would never visit her. He's too soft and sweet. I can tell. I hung up the FaceTime call. Brock was a phoney. A big phoney. But the word "phoney" reminded me of Kian we would joke about it a lot because that was when I began to think Brock wasn't who he said he was

God I missed Kian. I missed our laughs and all the great times we had. And now I blew it. I felt like it was all my fault. I should have never had sex with him if he didn't have a condom. What was I thinking?! What if I'm pregnant?!