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Chapter Ten

Michelle turned around and looked up the staircase. "Hate my father?" she asked. "Why would I hate my dad?"

Joey didn't know if he could go on with this all of a sudden. He looked at Michelle's face, that innocent fifteen year old face that never got to meet her mom. Joey took a deep breathe. "Remember when we talked about twins?" he asked.

Michelle started to climb up the staircase. "I think so." She said slowly.

"And you mentioned that you'd never want a twin." said Joey.

Michelle was now back in the attic. Both she and Joey went up to his living room. "Yes." said Michelle slowly.

"What if you couldn't control that?" asked Joey.

Michelle shrugged. "I'd just have a twin, but I don't."

Joey took another deep breath. He didn't know how to drop this bomb. Maybe it would be better if he told Ginger first, but then again for some reason telling Michelle first would be the best thing. Joey swallowed hard. "But what if you do have a twin?" he asked slowly.

"What?" Michelle sat down on the couch. "How can I be so sure you're not sick, Joey?"

"Michelle, I am not sick. Just promise you won't hate your father or scream when I tell you what I'm about to tell you?"

Michelle went along with it, but she was still confused whether or not Joey was sick. "Okay." She said. "I promise."

Joey took yet another deep breathe. "Okay." He said. "You're a twin."

Michelle blinked at Joey. I'm a twin? What? She thought to herself. "But I thought I would have to solve some family secret and aren't you supposed to announce I'm a witch on my sixteen birthday?"

"Michelle, this isn't Sabrina the Teenage Witch, this is reality." said Joey.

Michelle blinked some more. Reality? That's it. I'm finding out what disease he has. Michelle stood up from the couch. "Joey, I'm getting dad. I'm worried about you."

Joey knew this was hard, he didn't know it would be this hard though. Just imagine Ginger laughing at him. "What if I showed you a picture of Melanie?" asked Joey.

Michelle frowned. "That was random." She said.

Joey started to think about just blurring out that Melanie is her twin, but he doesn't know if the approach would be too harsh. Then he said slowly, "Listen Michelle. I am not sick. I'm going a little crazy, that's true, but I'm going crazy because you're father set up your twin sister for adoption after you were born."

Michelle's ears started ringing. She didn't know what to believe as she stood in the living room. "What?" she asked.

"Ask Becky." said Joey. "Melanie, Ginger's daughter is you're twin sister. I met her and she's identical to you. She's you're twin."

Michelle sat back down on the couch, more like sinking into the blue cushions. "Why would dad do that?" she asked slowly.

"He didn't think he could support two babies and two young girls." said Joey,

"What difference could have that made?" asked Michelle. "He had you and Uncle Jesse, and grandma wanted to help and what if that was me?"

"Please do not hate him Michelle."

Michelle looked straight in front of her. "I have to clear my head." She said. Then tears started coming down her face.

"I've been seeing a psychologist about this problem too. If you want you can come to the next meeting with me."

Michelle nodded her head. "I could benefit from that." She looked at her nails. "I just won't be able to look at my dad for a while. I would never expect this to happen." She stood up slowly from the couch. "I'm going to take a walk." Then before Michelle headed out of the attic, she looked at Joey, "Does Melanie know about me?"

"Not that you're twins."

Michelle nodded her head. "It'll probably suck for her more than it did for me. Dad just decided to set up her for adoption, but if I probably lied in the same place she did, it probably would've been me. It was like a fifty percent shot Joey." Michelle's tears came down faster.

"Becky knows about the whole Melanie being you're twin thing if you want to talk to her." said Joey. He knew it would be hard for Michelle, but he also knew that Michelle wasn't the hardest to tell, the hardest people to tell are yet to find out.

Michelle nodded her again, even more tears coming down her face. "Thanks Joey." Then she headed for the stairs.

Joey sat down on his couch. He didn't like to see Michelle in this state, but somehow he knew he actually did the right thing.

Michelle came downstairs to the second floor from the attic with a puddle of tears over her face. She quickly ran to the bathroom as she heard someone head up the stairs. She shut the bathroom door behind her and put the toilet seat down. She sat on the toilet seat and let even more tears come down her face. How could've her dad have done such a thing? She always admired him. Everyone always said to her, "Michelle, you should be proud of your father." "Michelle, I watch you're father's show every morning, I hope he keeps it going for a long time." And the worst of them all, "Michelle, you're father loves you, he would never do anything to hurt you." But even worst than that, her own father saying, "Michelle, I love you and I'll always be right here when you need me." How could he not hurt her when he already did when she was a couple months old? How could always be right there for her when he couldn't even be there for Melanie?

Michelle took some toilet paper of the roll and blew her nose. She started to cry even harder. She heard a knock on the door. It was Alex. "Michelle, are you crying?" he asked.

Michelle sniffed. "No, I just have a little cold. I'll be right out."

"You're sick too?" asked Alex. "Joey got you sick?"

Michelle took more toilet paper of the roll. "Maybe." She said.

Michelle stood up from the toilet seat, threw out the old toilet paper, washed her hands, and headed out the door.

"I'll be in my room." said Michelle not looking at Alex, because he actually knew his twin all his life.

Michelle headed down the staircase that led to the kitchen. She saw her dad at the kitchen table. Seeing him made Michelle want to throw up her lunch, but she managed to look away from him and head down to the basement as quickly as possible to avoid talking with him.

Once in her room, Michelle sat on her bed. She has a twin. Then what about the video when she came home from the hospital? Where is Melanie on that video? It's only Pam walking in with one baby. Michelle felt tears in her eyes again. Why did her mom have to die? Why would her dad set up one of his own for adoption when he lost his wife in a couple short seconds?

Michelle got up from her bed and quickly went to her bathroom. She shut the door behind her and cried even harder. She kneeled in front of her tub. Tears and tears coming down her face, and then dripping into the bath tub. How could have Danny Tanner done such a thing? Does he ever regret it?

Michelle sat down on the bathroom floor and leaned against the bathtub. Her eyes were beginning to burn from all the crying. So Aunt Becky knows about this? How?

Michelle pushed the blonde hair that was hanging in front of her face. Then she stood up and looked in the bathroom mirror. She always thought it would suck to have a twin. She said it would be cool to switch places though. But then again, somewhere in San Francisco, there is another fifteen year old girl that looks exactly like Michelle. Didn't Michelle have a look alike at Ruby Tuesday the other Friday night?

Michelle gasped. She undid her hair and shook it. But could've it been her twin? A lot of girls have the same ponytail as Michelle.

Michelle stood in front of the mirror just staring at herself for a long period of time until she went straight to her room and picked up her phone. She could talk to Becky about this whole twin situation it's true, but she also had to find a way to avoid eating dinner with her father, besides she was ready to tell someone what Joey told her.

"Denise." said Michelle to the phone as Denise picked it up.

"Hey, Michelle. Can I call you back, I'm just finishing dinner." said Denise.

Finishing Dinner? Oh, no. Michelle thought to herself. Then she just said, "I'll call you back."

Michelle hung up the phone and called Teddy. Teddy was scheduled to have dinner five minutes later, but in the five minutes, Michele also told him that she'd call him back.

Then as Michelle hung up the phone, she was called for dinner. "I'm not really hungry!" she yelled back to Becky.

"What's wrong?" asked Becky.

"Michelle's sick." Michelle heard Alex comment.

"I'll get her." said Joey.

Michelle heard Joey open the door and slowly come down the stairs. Michelle sat down on her bed. "Michelle, you can not just not eat." said Joey.

"I don't want to look at my dad." said Michelle.

"Michelle." said Joey. "You promised you wouldn't get mad."

"I promised before I knew who he really is." said Michelle pulling her bed covers on top of her. "Tell them, that I'm just not feeling well and I'll eat a little later."

"You know being sick, will just bring your father down here." said Joey.

Michelle thought for a few seconds. "You have a point."

Joey then smiled. "What if we just go somewhere for dinner? I'll tell your father that we you just scheduled a doctor's appointment and I'm willing to drive you."

Michelle smiled. "Excellent." She said. "But Joey?"

Joey nodded. "Yes, Michelle?"

"Can it be Ruby Tuesday? There's a waitress I want to talk with over there."

"Does she work today?"

"Won't hurt to find out if she does."

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