My moms funeral was exhausting, so I dind't sleep all that much. It was going on 8 o'clock in the morning and I had to get my day started. I forced myself out of bed and threw on a t-shirt that was crumpled up in the corner. A grey t-shirt I got from the SlipKnot concert I went to a year ago. I grabbed the same pair of jeans I had been wearing for about a week; let's face it, they weren't dirty yet. I slipped on my Tomms and headed into the bathroom, running a brush through my hair with one hand and brushing my teeth with the other.

I hurried out my apartment and down to the parking lot, hopping on my bike and heading into into town. A short 10-minute ride and I was pulling up to my PIs office, so excited for today. This was the day I had waited months for. I had post-poned it when my mother finally passed; it had been a waiting game for the last 10 months, watching cancer take her slowly. I was relieved she was finally at rest.

I walked into the building and headed down to the second door, knocking before I went in. PI Bailey sat at his desk, a thick file folder sitting infront of him, probably holding all the answers I've searched for my entire life.

"Ms. Lilley!" he greeted me, looking excited. "Please, have a seat."

I sat in the over-sized leather chair and placed my helmet down by my feet on the floor. I peerd at him, ready for him to start telling me everything.

"Are you ready?" He asked me, opening the folder.

I nodding, holding by breath. I couldn't believe this was finally happening.

"I managed to find both of your birth parents," he sat a few papers out infront of me, all paper work. "You were born in Charming, California."

"California?!" I shouted, shocked. "How the fuck did I end up out here?!" Ohio was a little far from Cali. He glared at me and I let him continue.

"Your mothers name is Logan Henderson," he laid out another paper. He grabbed another one and laid it down, replying, "And your fathers name is Jaxon Teller. She was 15 and he was 17 when you were born."

Oh my god, they were so young. No wonder they gave me up.

He cleaned those papers up and laid down 6 new ones.

"I had a lot of luck with this case. It seems they were married when your birth other turned 18, but they divorced 3 years later." He showed me papers indicating both events. "Your birth father never got re-married, but your birth mother did. However, a document popped up showing she filed for divorce a year ago, and is still in the process of finalization. While she has had many different addresses the last 20 years, her current one is in Charming, California, as well as your fathers current address."

"Anything else?" That was stuff I really didn't care about, except knowing where they both lived. "Do I have any brothers of sisters?"

He nodded, smiling. He said sat a few more papers. "You have two younger brothers and a younger sister. One brother is a whole-blood brother, the other one is half, by your father. And your sister is half, by your mother. Although, I'm assuming, her father isn't mentioned on her birth certificate."

I had siblings. I had three siblings. And two living biological parents. I had never really known the story behind my adoption, and up until recently when I found out my mother didn't have long, I didn't care. But I was an orphan and starting to feel pieces of myself missing; I needed to know where and who I came from.

"Emily, I know this is something you've wanted to persue for a very long time, and I'm so glad I can finally give you the information to do so."

I smiled at him, happy to know he was happy to have been service to me. "Did my birth name happen to be on any of the records?"

"Are you sure you wanna know that, Emily?"

I thought for a second. I had been Emily Nicole Lilley my entire life, but I needed to know. I nodded at him.

"It was Harleigh Rose Teller."

Harleigh Rose Teller

Dtc. Bailey and I said our goodbyes and I took the folder that had all the information he had collected for me. I was headed home to pack my one bag and head all the way across the country to some shitty little town called Charming, California.

I wasn't Emily from Ohio anymore. I was going to be Harleigh from California, and I was going to figure out who I was.

I was just hoping they'd want to do the same.

Wishful thinking that I wasn't unwanted or just rejected. Maybe they really just couldn't keep me. I don't know. People have kids young all the time. But I'm thankful for the life they gave me, a good life with my Mom and Dad.

Was I going to call them Mom and Dad now? Was that wrong? Was that okay? Fuck, I didn't know. All of this added to my already had life-long confusion. I just needed to get to California and figure out the answers to all the questions I had. Now or never, it was time.

Everything I own in one duffle bag. More money in my bank account then I knew what to do with. All the time in the world. Three things that always seemed to be a deadly combination. As much as I wanted to drive my bike cross-country, it wasn't a smart idea. I got it and my one bag loaded up in the truck Mom and Dad got me three years ago. I pulled away from the curb and headed to 80 West, starting my journey across the country to the opposite coast.

24 and a half hors of driving still wasn't enough to clear my head and steady my thoughts. I made one stop just for the night to get some sleep, so Ibasically drove all the way through, Ohio to California.

I was 30 minues outside of Charming, California. I always thoughts Cali would be all city, but that was not the case with this area. It was quiet and serene, lots of little mom and pop shops down every street. Kids riding their bikes around. It was cute.

I wasn't exactly sure where to go. I went through all the information I had about my birth parents quite a few times, trying to figure out where to start. I didn't want them freaking ou if I just showed up somewhere. But I also didn't want to pussy-foot around, wasting time trying to figure out how to go about this.

I decided to check into my hotel before anything else. I wanted to shower and change my clothes. Make myself look a little presentable. I wanted to make a good first impression the first time I met Logan and Jaxon.

Mom and Dad?

I don't know. Who knew what shit this ws even going to stir up. What if they didn't want me? What if they didn't want to meet me? What if they had just forgotten about me and moved on with their lives? My brain just wouldn't stop.

I checked into he Hilton I had made reservations at, heading up to my room. I turned the A/C on full blast as soon as I got in and tossed my bag on the beg. I unzipped it, trying to find something decent to wear. I didn't have much, and none of it was really dress attire. One of my flannels would have to do.

I got into the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting it heat up while I stripped down.

I looked at myself in the mirror, running a hand through my thick dark hair. It was always so weird growing up looking like I did. Mom and Dad were both blonde hair and blue eyed with pale ivory skin. Then there was me; green eyes, dark brown hair and olive skin. It was never a secert I was adopted, but the way I looked next to them sure did scream it the world.

I hopped in the shower and finished up as quick as possible, hopping out. I got dressed quick and put from de-construction spray in my hair to keep my waves together. I grabbed a few pieces of paper and shoved them in my bag, heading out the door. I hadn't had a chance to unload my bike yet, so I needed to do that. Years of practice made it easy, thank god.

I strapped on my helmet and checked the address one last time. I headed towards Charming Heights High School.

It was almost time for the classes to be letting out, so I just sat on my bike in the parking lot for a few minutes. I was anxious. I didn't even know what she looked like. There was only one picture in the entire file of her, and it was a mugshot from when she was 19. She got arrested for smoking pot and mouthing off to the arresting officer. Jax was with her, too.

I watched the teens exit the building, heading to the side to get on their designated buses. I took a deep breath and headed for the door. I walked straight into the office and up to the secretary. Her name plaque said Ms. Ralling.

"Hello," she greeted with a smile. "Can I help you with something?"

"Uhm, yeah, hi. I, uh, I'm looking for Logan Henderson, or uhm, Teller? I'm not sure which name she goes by now. I'm a cousin from her Moms side and just needed to see her and tell her some things in person."

She lit up immediately, more than eager to help me.

"Go up the main stair case and make a left. Her room is on the right of the hallway, number 216. Her door is very decorative." I thanked her with a smile and headed out, following her directions. My heart beat faster and my chest got tighter with every step I took. I made it to the top of the stairs and was nearly in a panic. I stood outside her door for what seemed like an eternity before I knocked.

"Come in!" Her voice was soft, but kind of ruggid, if that made sense. It made my spine tingle. Her voice did something to my body and brain I couldn't explain. I shakily grabbed the handle and turned it, pushing the door open. When I walked in her back was turned to the window, she was cleaning something up from one of the tables.

From the back I could see she was short, she was a little taller than me, but she had on a pair of very fashionable wedges. Her legs were long and tan and very defined. She had a really good sense of fashion, one I obviously didn't obtain through genetics. Her shorts were perfectly fitted and bright white against her tan skin. Her blouse was a beautiful shade of forrest green that complimented her skin. She had tattoos all on her arms, but I couldn't make much out of them from the back.

My heart dropped when she turned around. "Oh, hello?" she seemed confused, walking over closer to me, setting things down on her desk. I felt so awkward, but I was lost. I was taking every aspect of her in. Her eyes were the same bright shade of green mine were. Her hair had that natural bounce and curl mine did. Even my face was damn near a copy of hers. Her make-up was flawless and her hair frames her face perfectly.

"Are you one of my students sisters or something? Macy Phillips? You kind of look like her."

I shook my head, not sure what to say.

"No, uhm. I'm not."

"Well is there something I can help you with? What did you say your name was?"

I let out a breath I had been holding in for quite some time. "Uhm. It's Harleigh. Harleigh Rose Teller."

I had never seen someone so tan lose so much color so quick. She looked like a ghost, like she was about to faint. If her chair wasn't there to catch her, I'm sure she would have.

It was silent.

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