I really can't believe it. For 12 years they lied to me, never for once told me I wasn't theirs. I always thought Julian, and I has the same father but turns out Alex is jullian’s real dad after all. I squeeze my eyes shut in pain as I remember the conversation I had with them last night.
I stepped into the living room, Alex is sitting on the couch. Mum walks to the side of the dining table setting down a plate as she moves to the other side to side down another plate. I don't see Julian, but I know he will be down soon.
They are about to have dinner without me, it kind of stings no it actually stings badly.
“What do you expect, they sit, and mop then die out of hunger because you left home yesterday night.” a voice in my head says. I don't even bother to freak out since I know it's
