It was 5 AM and Mercedes was sitting at the Dining room table in her house, surrounded by Carlos, Maurice, Sofia, Mitchell, Robyn, Angela, Carlos Jr., and Kylie. They were all talking softly, about Mikey and what to do next.
"He hates me. I should have told him when he was old enough to understand. I was naive to think he would never ask that question." Mercedes said, sipping a cup of coffee.
"He doesn't hate you, hunny. He's just upset. He'll come around." Carlos patted her back.
"No, he won't. He has the stubborn Boscorelli in him. He won't come around until something terrible happens. It always goes like that in our family." She looked at Maurice, who simply nodded.
"I could try talking to him. We work together. Or I could get Tyrone to talk to him." Mitchell said, looking from his father to his aunt.
"Tyrone already talked to him. He said Mikey was rip-shit and stormed off."
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At the Doherty home, Kim, Jimmy, Joey, Faith, and Emily sat around their table, talking about what happened earlier between Mercedes and Mikey.
"He can't be that mad at her. She did it to protect him." Emily said to Kim, as Joey put down a cup of Juice for her.
"Emily, you know the Boscorelli's, they are all hot headed and stubborn. He can go on being mad at her forever if he really wanted to." Faith said to her daughter.
"Man, Aunt Mercedes must be a wreck. I could never understand what she is going through. You and dad fought a lot when I was a kid, but never to something this massive. It's so petty." Joey looked at Kim who was rubbing Jimmy's back.
"I told her not to tell him until he was older. She did what she thought was right, they both did. They didn't want him growing up knowing he was the son of a druggie who died and a whore who only did it to get a fix."
"Someone has to find him and talk to him. He won't stop being angry until someone talks to him about it, other than his family." Jimmy looked at Joey. He knew Mikey and Joey were close.
"You want me to do it? I don't know if he will talk to him. But I'll try, tomorrow, at work." Joey sighed and rubbed his face, leaning against Emily's shoulder.
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At the Davis household, Ty, Sasha, Tyrone, John and Angelina sat in the living room, discussing the same topic.
"Poor Mikey. That was a shock." Angelina sat down, sipping some Tea.
"Angelina, she did it to protect him. You would do the same thing in that situation." Ty looked at her, knowing Angelina didn't see it the way everyone else did.
"He has lived a lie his entire life, because Mercedes couldn't face the truth. That is wrong."
"Angelina, don't talk out your ass. You don't even know the entire situation." Tyrone growled and got up, moving to the window.
"Shut up Tyrone. You don't either!"
"Angelina, I work with Mikey, I know! His father was a drug addict and his mother was a whore! Would you want to know that you were abandoned because your mother wanted to get high more than take care of you?"
"Hey! Knock it off! What's done is done. Bosco and Mercedes were right to hide it from him. He doesn't see that now, but we were all there, you kids weren't. Now stop fighting over it and go to bed." Ty looked at his oldest son and only daughter and growled at them.
"Yes father." They both got up and moved into their rooms. John followed and sighed.
"Someone has to talk to him Sasha. Tyrone tried and couldn't get through. I can't imagine what their family is going through, all over this." He stood up and helped his wife stand up, moving to the bedroom.
"He will get over it, Ty. Don't worry, he can't stay mad for that long."
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Mikey walked for hours. He had parked his car at the Station, and he knew he wasn't going home, so he just walked around the streets. He thought about everything that had happened. He couldn't believe his family would betray him this way. He moved down King and Arthur and saw the sun rising gently over horizon of buildings. He moved to the station and walked up to Mercedes office. He looked at the various items and sighed. He saw a picture of Mikey sitting on her desk and picked it up.
"So, you're my father. Certainly explains the dashing looks I have." He smirked at his joke. He couldn't stay mad at Mercedes. Though she wasn't his mother, he had loved her as so since he could remember.
"I'll talk to her tomorrow, after shift. We should be fine." He walked out and continued down the street, going to a cheap motel for the rest of the night.
"He hates me. I should have told him when he was old enough to understand. I was naive to think he would never ask that question." Mercedes said, sipping a cup of coffee.
"He doesn't hate you, hunny. He's just upset. He'll come around." Carlos patted her back.
"No, he won't. He has the stubborn Boscorelli in him. He won't come around until something terrible happens. It always goes like that in our family." She looked at Maurice, who simply nodded.
"I could try talking to him. We work together. Or I could get Tyrone to talk to him." Mitchell said, looking from his father to his aunt.
"Tyrone already talked to him. He said Mikey was rip-shit and stormed off."
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At the Doherty home, Kim, Jimmy, Joey, Faith, and Emily sat around their table, talking about what happened earlier between Mercedes and Mikey.
"He can't be that mad at her. She did it to protect him." Emily said to Kim, as Joey put down a cup of Juice for her.
"Emily, you know the Boscorelli's, they are all hot headed and stubborn. He can go on being mad at her forever if he really wanted to." Faith said to her daughter.
"Man, Aunt Mercedes must be a wreck. I could never understand what she is going through. You and dad fought a lot when I was a kid, but never to something this massive. It's so petty." Joey looked at Kim who was rubbing Jimmy's back.
"I told her not to tell him until he was older. She did what she thought was right, they both did. They didn't want him growing up knowing he was the son of a druggie who died and a whore who only did it to get a fix."
"Someone has to find him and talk to him. He won't stop being angry until someone talks to him about it, other than his family." Jimmy looked at Joey. He knew Mikey and Joey were close.
"You want me to do it? I don't know if he will talk to him. But I'll try, tomorrow, at work." Joey sighed and rubbed his face, leaning against Emily's shoulder.
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At the Davis household, Ty, Sasha, Tyrone, John and Angelina sat in the living room, discussing the same topic.
"Poor Mikey. That was a shock." Angelina sat down, sipping some Tea.
"Angelina, she did it to protect him. You would do the same thing in that situation." Ty looked at her, knowing Angelina didn't see it the way everyone else did.
"He has lived a lie his entire life, because Mercedes couldn't face the truth. That is wrong."
"Angelina, don't talk out your ass. You don't even know the entire situation." Tyrone growled and got up, moving to the window.
"Shut up Tyrone. You don't either!"
"Angelina, I work with Mikey, I know! His father was a drug addict and his mother was a whore! Would you want to know that you were abandoned because your mother wanted to get high more than take care of you?"
"Hey! Knock it off! What's done is done. Bosco and Mercedes were right to hide it from him. He doesn't see that now, but we were all there, you kids weren't. Now stop fighting over it and go to bed." Ty looked at his oldest son and only daughter and growled at them.
"Yes father." They both got up and moved into their rooms. John followed and sighed.
"Someone has to talk to him Sasha. Tyrone tried and couldn't get through. I can't imagine what their family is going through, all over this." He stood up and helped his wife stand up, moving to the bedroom.
"He will get over it, Ty. Don't worry, he can't stay mad for that long."
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Mikey walked for hours. He had parked his car at the Station, and he knew he wasn't going home, so he just walked around the streets. He thought about everything that had happened. He couldn't believe his family would betray him this way. He moved down King and Arthur and saw the sun rising gently over horizon of buildings. He moved to the station and walked up to Mercedes office. He looked at the various items and sighed. He saw a picture of Mikey sitting on her desk and picked it up.
"So, you're my father. Certainly explains the dashing looks I have." He smirked at his joke. He couldn't stay mad at Mercedes. Though she wasn't his mother, he had loved her as so since he could remember.
"I'll talk to her tomorrow, after shift. We should be fine." He walked out and continued down the street, going to a cheap motel for the rest of the night.