I wake up to a soft beeping sound and look around slowly. This was the second day I was at the hospital. I tear up thinking about the events prior. I was in a car crash. My parents and brother died. My parents and brother died. My parents and brother died.
It was then that I noticed my Uncle was in the room with me. I tried hard to not glare at him with anger. The truth was, he terrified me. He was my Dad's brother; I didn't have any family on my Mom's side, unfortunately.
"Hello August." His voice was stiff. He was wearing a stained band shirt and sweatpants. His personal hygiene was horrendous.
"H-hi..." I stuttered, I hated when I stuttered. My uncle was the only one who could do this to me. He wasn't a good person. I had fallen victim to his abuse for years, having the scars to prove it.
"Your parents and brother are dead. Tim, Chrissy, and Ely are dead." He stated bluntly. "You'll be living with me since I'm your only family." My heart dropped as he grinned. I couldn't. I couldn't live with this man. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes when the doctor interrupted us.
"Mr. Hurst? We would like a word with you." One of the doctors said. I glanced at the doctor and deduced that he was having marriage problems, but something else was bothering him. He hasn't shaved in a while, but his fingers trembled ever so slightly.
My Uncle nodded and left with the doctors. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I looked down at my arms, which were covered in bandages and IV's. I wasn't too badly hurt from the car crash, I was in the back of the car when the Tractor Trailer had slammed into our SUV. My parents were up in the front, and my brother was in the middle seat. I was extremely lucky by being in the back, the tractor trailer had missed me by nearly inches. My family wasn't so lucky.
The doctors told me yesterday that I only suffered a broken wrist and a concussion. They said that it was a miracle, but I think I would have rather died. What was the point in living without my family?
"WHAT! That's impossible!" I heard my Uncle shout from outside my room. Suddenly I see his silhouette from inside my room knock a bunch of books overs and stomp away from the doctors. Whatever they had told him upset him greatly.
My heart beat quicker, I knew what he was like when he was angry and it wasn't pretty. The two doctors came in shortly after and sat down on the chairs next to my bed.
"Hi August, how are you feeling?" One of them said, giving me a fake plastered smile. I saw right through it.
"What did you tell my Uncle to make him mad?" I questioned, propping myself further on the hospital pillows.
"Well... August when we ran a blood test we... discovered something." The doctor with the green tie said. "Yeah... it might come to a little bit of a shock but..." The other doctor tried to finish for him.
"Just tell me." I whispered, staring at the two men.
"Your blood doesn't match up to your fathers blood." Green Tie said. They waited for my reaction, and when I didn't say anything they continued. "It means the man you thought was your father isn't your father. Your mother and brother however, are your mother and brother. Or, half brother should I say."
I sat there in silence. What? My dad wasn't my dad? That was impossible. There's pictures of him the day I was born. Instantly my mind started turning. My mother cheated on him.
My mother told me that I was born when she was 17, and that it was an accident (thanks mom), but she married my dad, or who I thought was my dad a couple of years later. She cheated on my dad when they were dating. I could barely believe it.
"So... my father is not my father. My mom had an affair." I stated emotionlessly, picking at my wrist cast. This hospital was giving me a headache.
The doctors looked at each other. "That is correct. We have discovered who your real father is, and contacted him. It's a surprise that this hasn't been brought up before today. He said that you were welcome to live with him, after we show him the blood results, of course. You should really consider living with your real father. You don't have any extended family, but I'm sure Tim's brother would allow you to live with him if otherwise."
My heart practically stopped beating. I would live with a stranger any day than live with who I thought was my Uncle. "I'll consider it." I mumbled.
The doctors nodded to each other and squeezed my knee before leaving my room.
That night I sobbed into the disgustingly clean hospital pillows. After the two doctors had left my room, a social worker came in and explained more of the situation to me.
My father lived in London, United Kingdom, which was a surprise since I had lived in Ireland my whole life. I was born in Ireland and couldn't think of any family elsewhere. She also had told me that he was a detective. I smiled a little bit at that, I was always interested in mysteries. I guess my family was a living mystery.
I wiped my eyes and sighed, staring at the bleached ceiling tiles. I would be leaving everything I knew. I would leave all my friends and the house I knew as home. It excited me in a way. I didn't have much friends at school anyway. I was able to skip a couple grade levels since I placed above average in almost every test I received. A lot of the kids in my grade bullied me for being 'too smart', but I still had some friends who I loved dearly. My best friend, Lizzie came and visited me the day I was admitted into the hospital and cried with me. She would be upset when she finds out I'm going to be leaving the country.
The next day I was dismissed from the hospital. I had told the doctors and the social workers that I wanted to live with my biological father, and everyone agreed that that would be the best thing for me. I said goodbye to my friends over a phone call. Lizzie cried when I told her I was leaving, as I knew she would have.
I was able to go home and collect my stuff before I was to be sent on my way to London. I stuffed as many things as I possibly could in my suitcases before leaving my house for the last time. I touched the pictures on the wall before I left, deciding to take the one of my brother, Mom, me, and the man who I knew as Dad on the beach from a couple months ago. I started tearing up thinking about them, but tried to shut it out. It's going to be okay.
I grabbed as much clothes as I could, my favorite books, my makeup (which was very little), and my phone. A social worker was helping me pack and traveling to London with me to make sure I got there okay. I was thankful I could make her carry a extra suitcase.
"Are you ready, August?" She asked. She was a nice lady, about 24 years old with soft orange hair and dozens of freckles.
"Yeah. Thank you Ms. Harrington." I said, picking up my suitcase and placing it in the back of her car. She did the same with my other suitcase and we traveled to the train station.
The whole train ride there was a blur. I slept for most of the way, as I didn't sleep the night before. I had so many questions, but I stayed silent. Ms. Harrington sat beside me, playing on her phone for most of the ride.
When we arrived, Ms. Harrington hailed a cab and we rode to 221B Baker Street. I stared out the window as the roads flashed in and out of sight. London was huge. I grinned when the cabbie started talking. English accents were somewhat different from Irish ones. My mother wasn't born in Ireland, but she developed a light Irish accent from living there for so long.
"We're here." The Cabbie announced, parking on the side of the road. I noticed a door that said 221b and I took a deep breath. This is it.
"You'll be fine, August." Ms. Harrington said, patting my shoulder.
"I hope so. I hope he likes me." I usually never let nerves get the best of me, as I'm too smart to let something like being nervous affect me, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't.
We carried my suitcases to the door and rang the doorbell. Ms. Harrington set my suitcases on the side and told the Cabbie to wait, as she was traveling back to the Train station to go back home once I was settled at my new home.
I waited in anticipation for someone to open the door. What did my father even look like? Soon enough, a man with dark curly hair opened the door and stared down at me.
"Hello. I assume you are August?"
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A/N: Please tell me what you think! Criticism is welcomed! And if you spot any spelling errors! This is my first FanFiction story and I'm so excited! I'm going to be posting the next chapter in a couple of days!
