Out To Find The Truth

Laurel is a happy, down to earth, beautiful, 16 year old girl but all that is about to change her, now that her mother has died, and she's on the search to find her father. The only clue she has is the two names her mother put in a letter written to her before her death. Is it the man the raised her until she was two years old who is the father of a major musical artist or a man that she knows nothing about?


13. Chapter 13

Laurel's POV

   Before I went home I stopped at Mr. Machol's office I told him about my meeting with Mr. Ferrel and he knew what I was there for. He grabbed two boxes from his file cabinet and told me that their were instructions to follow and when I'm done just bring the boxes back. I thanked him and started home.

   So I've been home for awhile Aunt Terri and Luke left again there going to dinner then stay at his place she said to call if I need anything. Before they left I told her all about meeting with Mr. Ferrel and they looked over the information that he gave me. Aunt Terri remembered Mark he was older and in collage she said that he was only around for spring break, mom tried to get ahold of him when she found out about me but he pretended he didn't know her only because he had a girlfriend back at school. Mom was on and off with Jeremy when she had hooked up with Mark. This is so weird thinking about mom when she was around my age. I'm going call them but who should I call first? I grabbed a coin from the jar on the kitchen counter Heads Mark, Tails Jeremy. I flipped the coin into the air I saw it flip over and over until at landed in my palm and then I slammed it onto the top of my other hand. I waited to removed my hand, I'm nervous I wait a little longer and them slowly removed my hand so there it was HEADS!.

   I grabbed his number from the pile and then my phone I quickly punched in the numbers and then hit the call button it rang and rang I didn't want to leave a message I don't know what to say. Then my heart leaped into my throat when I heard his voice.

"Hello this is Mark Kindle…hello?" The voice was strong, I was so anxious I just sat there it took me a second to say something.

"Hi…hi Mr. Kindle, my name is Laurel Bates you don't know me but you knew my mother...Anna Bates. Do you remember her?" I said a little to quickly afraid that I would mix up my words. There was just silence but this time on the other side of the line. "Hello?" I asked.

"Sorry umm I don't believe I know her, sorry dear." He sounded distant and his voice wasn't strong anymore.  

"Are you sure you met her at spring break about 16 years ago...I think you might be my father well it's between you and another man!" I said my voice trembled.

"I don't know what kind of game this is but it's not funny. I don't know who your mother is I'm sorry but she's lying to you." He yelled in to the phone I started to cry, tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"She wouldn't lie to me, please this isn't a game I promi.." I cried out then the call ended he hung up on me, how could he do that. I just sat there crying I never even thought of that happening at least now I know and I won't be surprise if Mr. Davis responds the same way I hope he doesn't. I'll wait about 45 minutes until I call Mr. Davis I had his number sitting in front of me I knew it by heart now I was hoping since he was around when I was little it would be easier. I took the boxes up in my room I didn't open them because in big red letters it said. "Do Not Open Till Use!" I went back downstairs to make my second call I hope this one is better.

"Ok it's time here I go." I said out loud as I took a deep breath and punched in the number.

"Hello!" Said the man in a gentle voice.

"OH GOD!" I said out loud.

"Umm…No…This is Jeremy!" He said with a laugh.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud" I was so embarrassed I felt my cheeks turn red.

"It's ok, how can I help you?"

"I'm not really sure how to say this but…OH GOD! Ok I think your my father!" I held my breath…the only sound I heard was him breathing deeply.

"What are you talking about is this some fucking prank, I'm not giving you any money!" He was so angry not again, why is this happening again.

"Mr Davis wait that's not what I want…I don't want your money I promise this is not a prank! I know you don't know me…" 

"Yeah I don't know you good-bye!" he said as he cut me off and then hung up.

Ok that was bad but I can't stop here so I hit redial.

"Please, Please, Please Pick-Up!" I chanted to myself.

"What do you want?" Mr. Davis yelled.

"Ok you don't know me but you know my mother just tell me if you remember her." There was just silence on his side. "Ok her name is Anna Bates." I said quickly before he could hang up. It was quiet for a long moment and then he started to say something then stopped.

"La…Laurel?" He stammered. Oh my god he knew my name.

"Yes, Yes,Yes you remembered, you know me!" I was so excited I jumped up from my chair and hopped around like an idiot but I didn't care.

"Your Laurel Bates? What your 16 right your birthday is in November?" He sounded shocked but thrilled.

"Yeah that's me." I couldn't keep my excitement out of my voice.

"Is your mother there can I talk to her?" He sounded so excited. My heart dropped when I heard what he asked.

"No…no she's not…" my eyes started to water.

"Can you have her call me when she gets in I would love to talk to her." He said still excited.

"No you can't…because she's…sh…she's dead!" I cried out I couldn't hold back my tears.

"Oh my god…when? What happened Laurel? I'm so sorry!" He said as his voice cracked.

"It's been almost month a drunk driver hit her car while she was on her way home. She left me a letter with two names in it yours and another mans she said that one of you is my father. I tried the other man but he said he didn't know her and hung up on me. So then I tried you and here we are." I explained everything him he listened.

"Where are you at?" He asked.

"I live in Santa Monica, with my Aunt Terri she moved into our place after mom...well you know."

"Are you ok living with her, you can come stay with me?" He asked.

"No I'm not asking to live with you, I'm fine I want to live in my home and I don't even know if your my father. I don't know you, I'm sorry." I told him I hope it didn't hurt his feelings.

"I understand, can I come visit you? You were so young when I last saw you." He said. My heart jumped, this man could be my father he knew my mother.

"Yes! I would love that." I told him. "I'm free tomorrow if thats ok?" I said.

"Ok sounds great, I can come to you ok. How about noon is that ok?" He sounded so happy.

"Yes it is, I'll meet you at the Santa Monica Pier at noon I'll have purple shirt on ok, I look like my mom if thats helps. Can you send me a pic so I have a recent one? I can do the same if you want." I told him.

"Ok I'll see you tomorrow at noon at the end of the pier and I'll send you a pic or you can look it up if you want…just google me…oh my god did I just say that." He laughed 

"Ha ha…okay  I'll send you one as soon as I hang up." I told him. He agreed and we said our good-byes.

Wow that was a trip, I tuned my phone around and snapped a pic then sent it. I'm so happy right now I can't wait for tomorrow.

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