Josh's POV:
"Josh, can you get the door?" my mom, Corlynn, called to me when the doorbell rang.
I ran to the front door and swung it open. When I opened the door, there stood a man and a young girl, probably his daughter, who looked about 17 or 18. He was tall, had dark hair and brown eyes. He wore blue jeans and a regular t-shirt. She was a little on the shorter side, her short, dirty blonde hair was cut similar to mine, only a bit longer and poofier. She wore some long, baggy shorts and a white tank top with a blue pattern on it. Her blue eyes looked just like mine and appeared terribly nervous.
"Uh, hey, what's up?" I asked them.
"Is Corlynn here?" the man asked.
"Mom, people here to see you," I yelled into my house and I saw the girl's eyes get wider and start to water.
My mom came around the corner and gasped as soon as she saw them. "Andrew, Jordan! What're you…"she stopped in the doorway beside me and looked as if she was about to cry.
The girl, who I assumed was Jordan, started crying. She put her hands on her face and sobbed. Her dad put his hand on her back to try to comfort her. Then my mom started to cry. She reached out her arms to the girl and hugged her tight. The man looked at me with a solemn look in his eyes and looked back to his daughter.
"Um, does somebody want to fill me in on what's going on here?" I asked.
My mom pulled out of the hug, put her hands on the girl's tear streaked face and smiled at her and the girl smiled back. My mother put her arm around the girl and turned to me.
"Josh Ramsay, meet Jordan Matthews, your half sister."
My stomach dropped. Why didn't anyone tell me about her? Am I not important enough to know this? I could feel my eyes well up with tears. "W-what?" I looked at Jordan and her sobbing had quieted down a little. I looked back at my mother. "How come nobody told me?" I could feel the tears start running down my face. I felt so betrayed. I started to feel very nauseous and I could feel my knees begin to buckle. I steadied myself with one hand on the doorframe and put another on my stomach, as if trying to calm it down.
"Josh?" my mom stepped towards me and put her hands on my shoulders. I started to sway a little bit, my legs threatening to give out. "Miles! Come quick!" I could hear my mom calling my dad but I could no longer see what was happening.
I could feel myself falling then hitting the hardwood flooring of my parents' lobby. I heard my dad run up to where I was then I couldn't hear anything anymore either. I blacked out.
Jordan's POV:
Two days earlier,
I sat outside on the porch steps of my father's home with my headphones on, blasting Skrillex, as my dad sat on the bench behind me, on the phone with some lady named Corlynn. I stared up at the sky. It had already gotten dark and you could see the stars.
I'm Jordan, I'm 17 years old and my dad, Andrew, and I live alone in our country house just outside of Kenora, Ontario. I've never met my mother. My dad told me that shortly after I was born he and I had to leave my mother because the situation was complicated. He promised me that someday we'd go visit her, but that hasn't happened yet. Often times my dad would send her my school pictures and a copy of my report card. He always told me it was important to keep in touch so that she didn't sit and wonder, every day, how I was doing. I was her daughter after all. He would always ask me if I wanted to know more about her but I always declined. I was scared that if I knew more about her then I would want to go see her. I didn't know if she had a family, I didn't know if I had other siblings, but I was always afraid of what they would think of me.
I've had to change schools so many times because of teasing, bullying and general harassment. Kenora didn't have many schools to choose from so I've been to schools in surrounding areas as well. Despite my constant shifting, my grades have always been great. My father has worked so hard to give me what I have so in return I'm going to work hard so he'll be proud of me.
I saw a shooting star go by, took off my headphones and turned to my dad. "Make a wish," I pointed to the sky and he smiled at me, still on the phone.
"Yeah, that was her," he said to the woman on the phone.
They're talking about me? I scanned our large yard for a moment, looking for my cat. "Jasper, here kitty," I called out. From behind my car trotted out a very fluffy, orange cat. He walked up to me and sat down on my lap and purring instantly commenced. I stroked his soft back and stared out across the field.
"Yeah, I will yet," my dad was still talking on the phone. "Alright, bye," and he flipped his cell phone closed. "We should hit the hay, kiddo. It's late."
"Kay, can I bring Jasper inside tonight?" I asked, standing up with my cat thrown over my shoulder.
"Alright, just as long as he stays out of my room. He likes to sleep on my face," my dad chuckled, scratching Jasper's head.
"Thanks dad," I said hugging him and going into the house.
The next morning I let Jasper out of the house and got myself a bowl of cereal. I was always up before my dad so I would go to the barn and check on the horse. I could hear my dad getting up as I finished my breakfast so I put out a bowl of Froot Loops for him. It was his favorite.
I put on my boots and headed out to the barn. "Good morning Lucy!" I greeted my lovely black and white horse. She was always happy to see me. After feeding her, cleaning out her stall and letting her out into the pasture to graze I went back into the house. My dad was just getting out the door to go to work.
"See you when I get off, kay Jordan?" he kissed me on the cheek and headed for his truck.
"Bye dad. Oh what should I make us for supper?"
"Uh, how 'bout your spaghetti. I've always loved your spaghetti," he climbed into his truck.
"Kay, see ya later," and he drove off the yard and down the gravel road.
He knew spaghetti was my favorite. That meant he either had bad news or good news. After finishing up all my regular duties I showered, got dressed and decided to go to town. Maybe I'll go to the library or the music store. Yeah that new Deadmau5 album came out the other day. I grabbed my wallet and drove to town in my little car. Now that I had graduated there wasn't much for me to do in the day. I was off work for the week anyway so I didn't have anything to do for a while.
I picked up the new Deadmau5 album on my way to the library and stashed it under my seat. Once at the library, I went inside and found my favorite corner, pulled out a random book that looked somewhat interesting and started reading. After about half an hour I started to get hungry. I drove down to the nearest fast food place and got some fries and a shake. After that I went home and killed some time. Most of that time killing was just me dancing around ridiculously to my new Deadmau5 CD. I put it into the DVD player and blasted it through the surround sound.
Eventually I had to make supper for me and my dad so I started on that. The whole time I thought about what he could possibly have to tell me. I had just finished setting everything out on the table when I heard his truck pull up in front of the house. He walked inside and headed for the washroom to wash his hands.
"Hey, smells good in here," he greeted me and came into the dining room. We both sat down across from each other and started eating. "So, um, I've been meaning to ask you something. Do you want to know more about your mom?"
I let out a deep breath and looked at my dad. "Why have you been pushing that so much lately?"
"Jordan, it's important you know."
"Alright, fine. Go ahead and tell me," I was frustrated with him.
He put down his fork, went into the hall closet and got down a photo album I didn't recognize. He pushed my food to the side and set the large book in front of me. I opened it and saw pictures of him and a short little lady hanging out like they were best buds. There was another man in the picture too. He appeared to be the lady's boyfriend or husband or whatever.
"Ya know that lady I was talking to last night, Corlynn?" I nodded. "That's her. She was my best friend all the way back from high school," he pointed to the woman in the pictures.
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"We were at a party," he ignored me. "This was after she had been married to this guy for a while," he pointed to the other man. "We both had too much to drink and we…" he winced. "Her husband wasn't very happy so when you were born, for their sake and yours, we left," he stared at me, waiting for a response.
I was silent for a moment. "Oh, kay," I looked up at my father, concern written all over his face, and then looked back at the pictures. "Where does she live?" I asked, seeing pictures of the coast line.
"Vancouver," we were both quiet. "I have two plane tickets for Vancouver. The flight is for the day after tomorrow. Do you want to go?"
I stopped and thought for a moment. "Okay, I'll go," This was all moving so fast.
"You can change your mind anytime. I'm not forcing you."
"I know. I'll go."
It was the morning of our flight. My dad and I got our things together and had a neighbor drive us to the airport. The neighbors would also be taking care of the yard and our animals while we were away so we wouldn't have to worry. I had called my work place and told them that I'd be taking vacation for a little while and wasn't sure when I was going to be back. They were pretty okay with it.
We handed over our bags and got through security and shortly after, boarded the plane. I slept half of the flight and stared out the window the other half. I started thinking about my mom and what she would be like. I thought about other possible siblings. I thought about a million different things on the plane ride.
"Jordan, get your stuff, we're here," my dad snapped me out of my day dreaming.
Once off the plane and out of the building we got to the car we had pre-arranged to pick us up and headed to the hotel we had booked. I got comfortable on a bed once we got there and pulled out a book.
My dad pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Miles, its Andrew," Who's Miles? "Jordan and I are in town. She wants to see her mother. Is that okay?" he listened for a few seconds. "How about right now?"
"Now? Oi," I put my book away and sat up on the bed. I was starting to get worried at the lack of excitement I was feeling right now. Maybe it just hadn't hit me yet.
"Kay, great. Thanks man, I appreciate it. Se you in ten," and he hung up. "Alright, let's go," We headed out to the rental car and left for my mother's house.
"Who's Miles?"
"Her husband."
"Oh," and the rest of the drive was silent.
We pulled up to a lovely little, light yellow house. It was nice and you could definitely tell they took good care of their yard.
"This is it. Ready?" I could hear the distress in his voice. I nodded and we went to the door.
I reached out a finger to ring the doorbell and my hand was shaking uncontrollably. I pressed the button and waited. I could hear somebody yell and somebody run to the door. A young man opened the door. He had short black hair with blue pieces in it. He was even taller than my dad and had the same blue eyes I did.
"Uh, hey. What's up?"
"Is Corlynn here?"
"Mom," Oh shit, he's my brother! I could feel the tears coming. "people here to see you."
A woman came into view. She gasped when she saw me. I recognized her from my dad's pictures, but here she looked older and she had silver hair. "Andrew, Jordan! What're you…" she stood beside her son and looked so sad and happy at the same time.
Sure enough, I soon started bawling and trying to hide my face in my hands. I could feel my dad's hand on my back. He was worried. I could hear somebody else start to cry and two dainty arms wrapped around me and held me close.
"Um, does somebody want to fill me in on what's going on?" I could hear the boy ask.
My mom pulled out of the hug, put her hands on my face and smiled lovingly at me. I smiled back. She put her arm around my waist and turned to the boy.
"Josh Ramsay, meet Jordan Matthews, your half sister,"
I forced myself to keep a bit quieter as it sunk into him. His face got pale, his eyes started to water and he looked as if he'd been punched in the gut. "W-what?" he looked at me. This is what I was afraid of. He's ashamed of me. I just know it. He looked back at our mother. "How come nobody told me?" he looked so hurt. He wasn't ashamed, he just felt as though he wasn't trusted. His knees began to shake and he supported himself on the doorframe and held his stomach as if about to hurl.
"Josh?" our mother grabbed his shoulders, trying to steady him. "Miles! Come quick!" and that's when Josh fell and hit the ground.
A/N Doing some rewriting of mah chapters, so I'll be making a few changes as I go over the story. I was thinking about it one day and figured that if I wasn't happy with it I would change it so I would at least not be too unhappy with it. Anyway, R&R all you want :3