Chapter One
"If I was a secret where would I hide" I said to myself as I snooped around my house. My parents had been acting very weird for a few days and I was bound and determined to find out why. They left me alone for the day about an hour ago and I was presently rifling through every drawer, cabinet, and box in the house. I wasn't having much luck but I figured I would run across something eventually.
I was looking through a small chest that my mother kept at the end of her bed when I found my birth cirtificate "Name Johnathan Michael Andrews, Date of Birth December 20, 1985, Mother Alice Anderson, Father...no this can't be right" I stared in shock at the paper. The name I looked at wasn't the name of my dad, my dads name was Peter Michael Andrews the name on the paper said "Robert Orton JR?". I saw a small slip of paper attached to the paper that gave an address for this Robert Orton JR. He lived in Missouri apparently.
I sat there for hours looking at that little piece of paper. If this was correct then my mom had been lying to me about who my dad was. I wondered why I had never heard from this Bob Orton JR. My mind was scattered all over the place. I slowly put the paper back in the chest and wheeled my wheelchair out of the room back to my own. I decided to write a letter to the man that was supposedly my father and see if I could find out some answers. I wheeled over to my computer, opened up Notepad, and began to type:
Dear Robert Orton JR,
You might not know me but my name is Johnathan Michael Andrews. My mother's name is Alice Marie Anderson. I recently ran across my birth cirtificate and your name was listed as my father. I dont know if you know about me but I thought I'd take a chance that you didn't. I thought my father was Peter Michael Andrews, apparently I was deceived.
My life has not been the best. I was born with a condition called spina bifida that confines me to a wheelchair. My parents, and I use that term loosely, have always treated me like the red headed step child. They leave me alone hours at a time. I get cheap clothes to wear, I have to eat things cold out of the can, I have never had a warm hot meal. Nor have I had a warm bed to sleep in. I have to sleep on the floor on a cot covered by a thin sheet. They constantly berate me. They tell me if only I was normal then I wouldn't be such a burden to them.
They had been acting very weird lately so I thought I would do a little snooping and that is when I ran across the information of you being my father. If you would like it I would love the chance to get to know you. You can reach me at 224 335 6547 or at the address on this envelope.
Your Son,
Johnny
After I finished the letter I took out an envelope and put the letter in it, sealed it, and addressed it to the address on the card. I took the envelope over to the bin my parents used for mail that needed to be mailed and stuck it in. I knew that neither one of them looked at what was being mailed so I wasn't worried about them finding the letter.
After I was finished I went on the computer and surfed the net. I looked up wrestling as always and I came across Randy Orton. I had been a fan of his for a while but realized I knew almost nothing about him. I read some facts and info about him. Once I found out his dads name I stopped in my tracks, Bob Orton JR. It had to be some kind of coincidence. There's no way that it was the same guy. There could be more than one Bob Orton JR.
I moved on and proceded to check my email. As I was doing that my friend Nadia IMed me and I chatted with her while I checked my email. After a while I put the letter and my birth certificate out of my mind and enjoyed the rest of my night.