AN: Hey! I'm on winter break. I'm having major writer's block on my other 2 fanfics. And I just saw Wildfire's season premiere's- along with the marathon. All this, along with my love for Dani and Junior ('Cause they are so amazing. And I wish the writers would focus more on them. Even thought I usually write about characters that people don't always focus on. They're my favorite) resulted in this Fiction.
Enjoy.
Summary: What if thing in the high society aren't what they appear? What if beneath their perfect image lurks a chain of secrets. The Davis children have gone trough trials and turmoil. Managing against all odds to retain their image happiness and the bond they share. But when their futures dissolve and their past comes to haunt them. How will they respond?
D A N I
If you ask anyone who knows me they would say I'm the most confident person you'll ever meet. That I'm loud and sure of myself. -Possibly too loud and sure of myself.
That's because they don't really know me.
Actually, the only ones I can consider as true friends are my brother and…………
Well, just my brother. There's the Ritter's but I really don't know where I stand there. You'd think with so may people claiming to be my friends that at least one of them would be telling the truth.
I thought so too.
I thought that Jena was my friend. I thought I had finally found someone who cared.
I was wrong.
She was just using me.
I thought Ethan really liked me. It was all a stupid bet. I said no a thousand times but…………
So my brother's pretty much the only person I have left. - He beat Ethan to a pulp when he found out what happened. You must think I 'm a perfect drama queen. Surely my brother isn't the only person I have left.
But he is.
What about my mother? Gone- Junior's mother left when she saw me
My father? Yeah right. The gardener's seen more frequently around the house than he is. He's always on some trip. -Once he was gone for a whole year; and missed my birthday.
So that would leave my brother. My older brother, to be more exact. -He's 3 years older than me.
Junior Davis. The greatest brother in the world.
I've never told him that. And he's never said anything like that to me. But we have our moments.
But it doesn't feel right. My whole life, I've been wondering why he cares so much. My own mother didn't want me. Why should anyone else?
Even worse, I'm the reason his mother left.
Guess I better start at the beginning with that one.
When I was a little kid, probably not older than 3. I started noticing every other little girl had a mom. I asked my dad. Who by some phenomenon wonder was around. It was a completely innocent question.
Do I have a mom?
Where is she?
Ok so it was two questions. But still they were simple innocent questions that any 3-year-old would have asked.
Unfortunately, my dad didn't see it that way.
He blew up on every aspect of the word. He yelled at me. He yelled that my mom had left me. That she didn't want me. He even slapped me. Junior was there. He was eight at the time. He protected me. Or at least he tried. My dad stormed out of the house.
Between sobs, I asked Junior if what dad said was true. He said that yes, our mom left us when he was 3.
It didn't take me long to do the math.
She left when I was born.
Needless to say, it didn't exactly do wonders for my self-esteem. I mean my own mother didn't want me. It was obvious she didn't leave because of Junior. She stayed with him for 3 years.
Then I came along.
That's pretty much how my father made me feel. I always felt he blamed me for my mother leaving. My dad almost never hit me again after that.- Mostly because he wasn't around. But he did loose patience with me easily. He criticized me on everything whenever he could. H yelled at me, asking what he was doing wrong. Why wasn't I doing things right? I felt hurt but at the same time, guilty. Like I thought I really wasn't trying hard enough. That I was the problem.
Every morning after that I would stare at my reflection in the mirror for a while. Sure that my mom saw something in me when I was born. Something wrong. A fault that every body else missed. Or saw but just didn't tell me. I also became obsessed with finding her. I felt I owned it to myself to know who I am.
Or at least that's what I said.
Truth was, I felt I owned it to Junior. He deserved to have his mother. And it was my fault he didn't. I was 9 when I started to snoop for information. I eavesdropped in the cook's and maids' conversations, I listened in on my dad's calls and chats with people I knew had been around long enough to know the truth. I looked at pictures of the family- the ones that were in dad's studio. AKA The forbidden room.
Eventually, the pieces of a puzzle I had been putting together for 3 years- I was 12 now.- slowly fell into place.
The summer after my freshman year of high school, I hired a detective. He came trough. In a matter of weeks I had enough information to figure out where my mother was. After 2 attorneys and a discussion with my father. I took the info and decided to look for myself if I had to. I wouldn't come empty-handed now that I was so close. Junior already knew. But he refused to help me. I didn't resent him thought. I felt that when I found our mother I would be able to repay him for always looking out for me. And I would get to see my mother at the best time. Entering my teens.
Boy was I wrong.
Turns out Isabelle- the person I tracked down is actually Junior's mother. Not mine.
Now I get it.
Now I understand why my dad was always forgetting me. Always criticizing me . He was starting to realize what everyone knew including my biological mother- who I still don't know.
I was a mistake.
He got stuck with me.
And it really was my fault that Junior didn't have a mother.
Great idea mom, but here's a new one.
Why didn't you just abort me.