Unexpected | n.h *ON HOLD*

Eighteen year old Katelyn had never in her life doubted herself or her life. Somehow, with the help of a curious teenage girl, Kate finally figures out who she truely is and what secrets that has been kept from her.


7. 6

"Is Katelyn even my real name?" I asked after a brief silence almost cringing at the tense air between us. My "parents" looked at each other and slowly nodded. I nodded curtly.

"So, why am I adopted? I mean, yeah, why?" I asked, learning back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Why? We assume it's the same reason any other children get adopted; because their biological parents aren't able to take care of their child," my da- Andy replied calmly with a little shrug. I thought about it.

I've always been strictly against the idea of adoption, seemly because I personally think it's a little stupid. Like, why get a child, accident or not, if you know you can't take care of it? If it's an accident, sure, it happens you forget condoms, or it breaks and whatnot, but still, then you will face the consequences of sex.

And here I am, being adopted, given away, because my so called parents couldn't take care of me for the time being. Yeah, whatever.

"Kate? You alright?" My mu- Rebecca asked looking at me with concern clear in her features. I don't like calling them mum and dad when I know they aren't my real parents. It just seems weird to me, I don't know.

"Who are my real parents?" I asked. Andy and Rebecca looked at each other as of debading if they should tell me.

"We don't know if it's a good idea-" I sighed heavily.

"I deserve to know! I need to know!" I yelled at them, interrupting her.

"Kate, calm dow-"

"I don't want to calm down! I want to know where I belong! 'Cause it's clearly not here!" Everything became deadly silent after that. No one said a word, and Andy and Rebecca just looked at me with shock. When they didn't say anything, I just got up from my seat and stalked out of the kitchen.

• • •

"Kate? Are you okay?" A voice asked and knocked cautiously on my bedroom door.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" I cried hiding my head in my knees, my arms secured around my legs, sobbing. Since I confronted my adopted parents, I haven't been able to stop myself from crying my eyes out.

"I overheard you guys talking, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Jack commented. I felt him sit on the bed beside me, wrapping an arm around me, comforting me in a way. I sniffled and looked at him. My bottom lip trembled and I bit it to prevent myself from crying all over again.

I've never given it a second thought. I just always assumed that they were my biological brothers. I can now see that o don't look anything like Jack and Finn, or my parents.

A tear escaped my eye and I wrapped my arms around his torso crying into his chest, feeling really sorry for myself. Jack rubbed my back silently while I cried.

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