Jay doesn't get mad easily. He may get annoyed at times but it was rare to see him fuming. It was the fault of the adoption situation.
Finding out wasn't the problem. Most of the shock and depression wared off over time before he relived that moment.
It was Cliff that caused this pure anger.
Jay really needed a break after living without proper food and water for two weeks in the first realm. He didn't want any drama in his life. He just wanted to sleep, eat and spend time with his friends and family. A break to heal his body and mind and just to be a nineteen year old for once.
He held Nya for a long time after returning home. The last time he saw her was rushed. He didn't even say goodbye before being tossed into a realm of insanity. He didn't want to let her go, not again. She apologised profusely for not saying goodbye that last time she saw him.
He was very happy to take a warm shower again and to be clean. He certainly had lost some part of his sanity two weeks ago. He had finally lost all hope (was this part of his medication being lost in the wreckage of the bounty? probably) of making it out alive.
After having to go through the whole 'son you're adopted' fiasco for the second time, his parents gave him a spare house key and a letter with an address and contact details. He didn't dare speak about it and left the key and note in the back of his cupboard as well as his mind.
As much as he yearned to meet his blood relative, he didn't want to hear what he had to say. There is no excuse to drop of a baby at a couples house where they could barely afford to keep themselves alive. Cliff had money.
He build up the courage and emailed the email address on the paper. He just stared at his screen for hours, not even knowing what to type down. The black line flashed, waiting for Jay to type Cliff an email.
After hours of frustration and three cups of coffee, he grew a pair and wrote him an email.
Greetings, Mr Gordon. I am contacting you regarding of a note and key left with me 19 years ago. I was told to contact this address and decided to do so.
Yours sincerely,
Jayden Walker
Jay couldn't help but physically cringe at the message that took him hours, but what else could he say?
Move on by a few hours and himself and Nya were tucked under blankets in front of the TV, joined by their friends. Jay wasn't really concentrating on the film playing in the background, but rather on his cellphone. He was nervously awaiting an email back.
Nya felt that he was tense and turned toward him. "What's wrong?" She whispered, trying not to distract the others from the cheesy horror movie.
Jay kept quiet and gave her his phone. She scanned her eyes over the message before refreshing the screen.
"He answered!" She whisper-shouted and sprang up. Jay jumped up and snatched the phone out of her hand.
Good day, Mr Walker.
We would like to meet you sometime to discuss a meeting with Mr Gordon and likely child support.
Thank you for contacting,
Michael Daniels, Cliff Gordon's media manager.
"Child support? I'm nineteen. And what the fuck! A meeting. I'm sorry but I'm not speaking to his manager to be able to speak to Cliff!" Jay yelled at his phone screen.
This angered him slightly. No, not slightly. This angered him a lot.
That night he lay wide awake, staring into the darkness. If his father didn't want to talk to him, maybe his mother would. But there was one issue.
He had no idea who and where she was.
That sparked up a lot of thought. Where was she? Who is she and where did she go?
He wanted to find her, he had to find her. He needed to start somewhere, so he picked up his phone.
Where can we meet up?
