A/N: I know it's been awhile but finally here's chapter two. *~* mean a memory.
We All Fall Down
Chapter 2: Dependence and Reminiscences
The rain continued to pour down as Jamie sat miserable in his room, looking out the window. The funny thing was that he wasn't even that mad anymore he just felt lost and alone. Everyone in his family had kept this secret from him, Peter hadn't even had the guts to tell Jamie that his sister was actually his mother. Jamie thought about what he should do and couldn't find any answers. Making up with the rest of his family and "living happily ever after" didn't seem to appealing to Jamie at this particular moment. Would Paul and Megan want him to live with them? How would they explain all this to Hannah? He felt dizzy just thinking about it.
"Jamie?" Paul called to him from behind the locked, closed door. Jamie sighed, he just wanted everyone to leave him alone so he could think. So, Jamie grabbed his coat, kissed his "new" sister goodbye, and raced as fast as he could out of the house.
Now, that he was alone, walking in the rain, he figured he'd go to Caitie's and just forget about the melodrama that his life a seemed to become.
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Five year old Jamie sat smugly in his mother's lap; her curly, long red hair tickling his neck.
"Is that me when I was born, Mama?" Seven year old Peter asked Emmanuelle Waite as he pointed to another picture in the photo album. In the picture a small red headed baby lay wrapped in Emmanuelle's arms.
"Yes, that's you Peter, August 24, 1984." she smiled thinking about her son's birth . Little James tugged at her sleeve. "Where's mine?"
"Time for lunch. No more pictures today." she said suddenly.
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There were never any pictures of Jamie's birth. Jamie now knew why. Megan had gotten pregnant and run away from home. Had him and then returned home to dump him on her parents. The baby she didn't want.
Emmanuelle had always told stories of being pregnant and given birth to Peter and Megan. "This one was a kicker" and "this one made me eat that." But, never, ever where there stories of Jamie.
Jamie continued to walk in silence as he thought about the lie his childhood had been. Months earlier he had asked his mother for his birth certificate so he could get his license and she could not produce it. Other thoughts flew through his head . The fact that though Hannah had called Peter, and had been reminded to often , Uncle Peter, she had never had or been told to call Jamie the same. The family picture loomed in his mind, 4 red heads and a visibly misplaced dark haired boy. Also, most times except on the actual day he's birthday was never mentioned., and on those days he always got extra special attention from Paul and Megan.
Things were all starting to be put into place, but still Jamie did not know what to do. Still, finally he stood at Caitie's door, his friend staring strangely at him.
"What's wrong?" she asked as he cried standing in the rain. Something he did not often do. When Jamie said nothing she pulled him in a hug and asked him in.
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A/N: Longer chapter and sooner next time!
We All Fall Down
Chapter 2: Dependence and Reminiscences
The rain continued to pour down as Jamie sat miserable in his room, looking out the window. The funny thing was that he wasn't even that mad anymore he just felt lost and alone. Everyone in his family had kept this secret from him, Peter hadn't even had the guts to tell Jamie that his sister was actually his mother. Jamie thought about what he should do and couldn't find any answers. Making up with the rest of his family and "living happily ever after" didn't seem to appealing to Jamie at this particular moment. Would Paul and Megan want him to live with them? How would they explain all this to Hannah? He felt dizzy just thinking about it.
"Jamie?" Paul called to him from behind the locked, closed door. Jamie sighed, he just wanted everyone to leave him alone so he could think. So, Jamie grabbed his coat, kissed his "new" sister goodbye, and raced as fast as he could out of the house.
Now, that he was alone, walking in the rain, he figured he'd go to Caitie's and just forget about the melodrama that his life a seemed to become.
* ~*
Five year old Jamie sat smugly in his mother's lap; her curly, long red hair tickling his neck.
"Is that me when I was born, Mama?" Seven year old Peter asked Emmanuelle Waite as he pointed to another picture in the photo album. In the picture a small red headed baby lay wrapped in Emmanuelle's arms.
"Yes, that's you Peter, August 24, 1984." she smiled thinking about her son's birth . Little James tugged at her sleeve. "Where's mine?"
"Time for lunch. No more pictures today." she said suddenly.
~*~
There were never any pictures of Jamie's birth. Jamie now knew why. Megan had gotten pregnant and run away from home. Had him and then returned home to dump him on her parents. The baby she didn't want.
Emmanuelle had always told stories of being pregnant and given birth to Peter and Megan. "This one was a kicker" and "this one made me eat that." But, never, ever where there stories of Jamie.
Jamie continued to walk in silence as he thought about the lie his childhood had been. Months earlier he had asked his mother for his birth certificate so he could get his license and she could not produce it. Other thoughts flew through his head . The fact that though Hannah had called Peter, and had been reminded to often , Uncle Peter, she had never had or been told to call Jamie the same. The family picture loomed in his mind, 4 red heads and a visibly misplaced dark haired boy. Also, most times except on the actual day he's birthday was never mentioned., and on those days he always got extra special attention from Paul and Megan.
Things were all starting to be put into place, but still Jamie did not know what to do. Still, finally he stood at Caitie's door, his friend staring strangely at him.
"What's wrong?" she asked as he cried standing in the rain. Something he did not often do. When Jamie said nothing she pulled him in a hug and asked him in.
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A/N: Longer chapter and sooner next time!
