Chapter 5
Port Charles
"Well here we are." Michael said as they pulled up to the gate at 66 Harbor View Road.
"It's huge." Kristen replied in amazement, fear and anticipation starting to grow more evident in her voice.
"It's the Quatermaines. Do you want me to come in with you?" He said as they reached the main house.
She hesitated before she started to gather her things, "No, I think I need to do this on my own. Thanks for the ride; I appreciate it more than you know."
"No problem. Will I be seeing you around?"
"I think that's a definite possibility," she said as she got out of the car. She watched as he drove away and walked up to the front door. She took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, as a million different thoughts ran through her head. Before she could completely gather her thoughts, the door opened.
"Hello, are you here to see Dillon?"
"Uh, no..." she hesitated. "I'm here to see a Ned Ashton, I was told he lives here."
"Well miss he actually lives in the Gatehouse, but if you wish I can have him come up here."
"Could you? I really need to see him."
"Sure I'll give him a call, you can wait in the living room if you wish."
"Thank you…" she said not sure of his name.
"Reginald."
"Thank you Reginald." She said as she proceeded into the living room. She walked over to the mantle, looking at pictures of the family members she never knew. She paced back and forth, as her nerves started to get the better of her. She wondered whether he would want to see her or not, whether he would care. So many different scenarios filled her mind.
Meanwhile out in the foyer Ned came walking through the front doors of the mansion, "Hey Reginald," he sad nonchalantly.
"Hey Ned, You have a visitor in the living room."
"Is it Julia? She said she was going to stop by." He paused before heading into the next room.
"No, it's some girl she's a few years younger than Dillon."
"It's not Brook?"
"No, sorry Ned, I've never seen her before."
"Alright, thanks Reginald." He walked into the living room not sure what to expect, curious as to who this girl was and what she wanted. She turned around at the sound of the door closing. He stopped short when he saw her. She looked so familiar, but yet he had never seen her before. "Can I help you," he said as he walked towards her.
She looked at the man who she thought was her father and didn't know what to say. Before she could completely gather her thoughts she just blurted it out. "I think you're my dad." He stood there blindsided, he had no idea what to say, or do. Reading his face Kristen continued, starting to ramble on about anything and everything that led her to the conclusion. "Look, I know don't know if you knew about me, I'm not even sure you are my father. All I know is this picture I found in a box of my mothers things and a gut feeling I had. She wouldn't tell me who he is, when I found the photo a few weeks ago, I just assumed." She looked up at the man she thought was her father. His blank stare causing her initial fears to grow, he hadn't responded so she did what she thought would be best. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come I'll just go," she said as she started to walk around him.
"Wait," he said softly. She stopped and turned around. "I'm sorry, I'm just shocked, I don't know what to think just yet."
"Neither do I. But, are you my dad?"
"I honestly have no idea." The disappointment of her face broke his heart. He needed to ask her who her mother was, but he was afraid of the answer. "Who…," he hesitated, "who is your mother?" He swallowed, waiting for her answer.
"Alexis Davis." At the mention of her name he felt like a knife tore through his heart. He looked at the girl who stood before him, the similarities all there. That's who she reminded him of. He sat down on the couch and put his face in his hands, sighing. "You knew her, right?"
"I knew her very well." He looked back up, realizing she could very well be his daughter. "How old are you?"
"I'm 16." She walked over and sat down next to him. "Do you think it's possible?" she asked hopeful.
He sighed, "I think it's more than possible." He was about to ask her more when they were interrupted.
"What do you think is possible?" She asked.
"That's really none of your concern mother," Ned replied coolly.
Tracey looked over at the girl sitting next to her soon, than back up at Ned. "Who the hell is she?" Kristen looked at the woman standing in front of her, unsure how to respond.
"This could be my daughter."
"Your daughter? That's preposterous! She's probably just some kid trying to put one over on this family. I can't believe you're falling for this! What's your name missy?"
"Kristen." She said apprehensively.
"Well Kristen I suggest you leave because my son here isn't going to fall for any con of yours."
Ned turned to Kristen, "don't listen to her. I believe you." He got up and looked at his mother "leave," he said as he started ushering her out of the living room.
"You're going to regret this."
"Out!" He said as he pushed her out the door closing it behind her. "I apologize for her, she can be a little overwhelming at first."
"It's ok."
"Look, I want to get to know you a little better, but not here. Where are you staying?"
"I don't know. I just left I was going to figure that out after I got here."
"Well there's a guest bedroom in the gatehouse, you can stay there if you'd like." He asked her hopeful that she would say yes. He wanted to get to know her better because in his heart was telling her she was telling him the truth. He just had to find Alexis first.
"I'd like that."
"Good, come on I'll show you where it is."
