~I stayed there until I thought Mark and Sarah would be gone. When I walked out of the bathroom Dwayne was there. "All set?" He asked me handing me my bag.
"Yup." We headed to baggage check.
"Candy, I want to talk to you about something."
"If its about Sarah save your breath. She can't replace my mother."
"She told me she doesn't want to replace your mother. She just wants to help."
"You actually believed her B.S?"
"Watch your mouth."
"Remind me again how old I am. I'm not a baby. Dwayne for twenty-two years, my mother, your sister has been my mother. Now all of a sudden my mother is gone. My father pops up out of no where. That does not make his new wife my mother. I mean God she's young enough to be my sister. Shes only what 36?"
"Yes. Thats all that she is."
"Then I'm not accepting her as any sort of mother to me. Dwayne I promised you that I would give Mark a chance..."
"Then please also give Sarah a chance. It can't be easy for her to have another woman to have to share Mark's love with. So promise me, please, that you will give her a chance."
"Fine. But let's not talk about it anymore."
"Fine." We boarded the plane and were waiting for it to take off. Dwayne was in the window seat. I was next to him, and there was one seat open to my left. The next thing I knew a tall, muscular figure sat next to me. I looked over and saw that it was Brock.
"Oh my gosh. Brock what are you doing here?" I asked hugging him.
"I didn't want to spend any time away from you. So I called my parents and told them I'd stop by on Friday before the house show. Then I called the airlines and cancelled my ticket to Minnesota and bought a ticket to Florida. Then I packed my things, rushed to the airport, and here I am."
"Awww that's soooo sweet. I didn't want to spend time away from you either." The plane took off. I was tired, so Brock let me rest my head on his shoulder. I slept through most of the flight.
When we got off the plane, we got out bags from baggage claim and then found Dwayne's wife. "Ok Candy, say good-bye to Brock and lets go," Dwayne said.
"Why? I'm not gonna make him stay in a hotel. He can stay in my room. I'll sleep on the couch."
"I don't think so Candy," Dwayne said.
"Ya know C.J. I can just stay in a hotel."
"NO! You're in a hotel all week long. No way am I making you stay in a hotel tonight. Uncle Dwayne if you don't let him stay at your house, we'll go stay at Lizzie's." Lizzie was my best friend in Florida. We had grown up together. She hadn't been crazy about my idea of touring with uncle Dwayne, but supported me on the decision.
"No. That's just crazy. He can stay at our house. Just don't tell your father. He'd kill me if he knew I was supporting this relationship."
"Thanks Dwayne." I hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks," Brock said both to me and to Dwayne.
We went to the house. We all unpacked our things. Dwayne's wife made us a great supper. After supper, Brock and I hung out in the living room. We were watching T.V. when there was a knock on the door. Dwayne answered the door. "Candy, you've got company," he called to me.
I went into the front hallway to see Mark standing there. "Dad? What are you doing here?"
"Sarah and I had a fight. She said I have to make a choice, her or you. So I chose you. So here I am."
"WHAT??"
"Yeah. I tried to tell her why you didn't want her to call you her daughter. She didn't like that you didn't want her to be your mother. So she made me chose." Brock was still in the other room. I didn't want to be rude, but I also didn't want Dad to see Brock.
"Wow dad. Why would you do that?" I shot Dwayne a look that said ' hide Brock.' Dwayne left the room.
"Because you're my daughter and if Sarah can't accept that then I don't want her around."
"Aww thats sweet dad. Hey listen why don't I go get my coat and purse and we can go get some ice cream or something."
"Ok. I'll wait right here."
"Ok. I'll be right back." I went into the living room. "Brock, ok I've got an unexpected visitor. My father just showed up. I'm gonna take him out for icecream. Dwayne will take you to Lizzie's and explain everything to her. I will be there by eleven. I promise. I love you and thank you for understanding."
"Hey no problem. I don't want your dad kicking my butt." I kissed him, grabbed my purse and then couldn't find my coat on purpose.
"Uncle Dwayne, where's my coat?" I called from the dinning room.
"Let me come help you look for it." He came in the dinning room. "Ok what's your plan?"
"I want you to take Brock to Lizzie's. I want you to explain everything to her. Then tell her to call me on my cell and invite me to sleep over. Then I'll tell Mark I have to go to Lizzie's. Mark will come back here to spend the night. Is that ok?"
"That's fine. You'd just better find a way to fix this whole thing and quick cus you can't hide it from your father that long."
"Ok. Thanks uncle Dwayne."
"No problem Angel Muffin." I hugged him. I took my coat and went into the front hallway.
"Ready to go?" Mark asked me.
"Yup. Let's go. Uncle Dwayne I'll be back later." I yelled to Dwayne and walked out the door with Mark.
Mark and I went to a local diner. We talked and ate for a while. About an hour and a half after I had left Dwayne's house my cell phone rang. "Excuse me Dad," I answered my cell. "Hello."
"Candy, you may want to get over to my house NOW!" Lizzie sounded kind of worried.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Will is here and so is Brock. They are not exactly getting along too well." Will was my ex-boyfriend. We had just broken up a week ago and he still thought he could control my life. The whole reason I had dumped him was because he was too possesive.
"Oh crap. I'm on my way. Keep them apart." I hung up. "Dad, I'm sorry to do this to ya, but I have to go. My two friends are about to kill each other so I have to go take care of it. I love ya. Uncle Dwayne said you could stay at his house tonight. I'm spending the night at a friends. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh wait, do you want me to drop you at home first?"
"No thats okay darling. I'll call Dwayne. I hope everything works out. I love you too. " I hugged him and left, headed for Lizzie's.