Chapter 9

If I could turn back the clock

Duncan's P.O.V

"Morning, sleepyhead." I smiled smugly at Courtney. She had spent all night at my bedside. I spent most of the night watching her. I was still having a hard time believing that she was finally back in my life. Hopefully she would stay there, too. I had spent ten years waiting for her, it was worth it.

"Huh?" She rubbed her onyx eyes and stretched out in the chair before finally realizing that I was the one beside her. "Duncan, are you okay?" She immediately asked, moving from the chair to the bed. She moved a hand to my head where I'd fallen. It hurt, but in a good way.

"I'm fine." I laughed at her caring action's. When silence overtook us, she blushed. I only smiled at her more. She was still Courtney Garcia. The girl I remembered from my teen years.

"We should talk." I said, swinging myself out of bed and pulling on a shirt. But, before I did, I saw her eying up my abs. "Like what you see?" I teased.

"Uh...Whatever!" Courtney stuttered. I laughed even more, she was still the same girl. "We do need to talk, though."

Bex's P.O.V

Mom had spent the night out. She refused to tell me where, but out all the same. I had to stay with Bridgette. I'd only just met the girl, but mom had known her for years. I liked her. She was really friendly and her boyfriend, who she lived with, was really funny. He's an actor, too. All in all, I had a good night.

Bridgette took me back to the studio in the morning, only to find out that I still had no costumes for the show. It was annoying having to watch everybody else acting and not being able to myself. Most of the time I sat in DJ's chair reading my script, whilst everyone was setting up the backdrops and props and everything that goes with that. For the main character, I had hardly any lines. It was mostly 'my parents' getting it on. Eww.

"Yo, lil' girl?" I looked up from my script to see some old man standing in front of me. He was wearing an open blue shirt with a white vest underneath and tanned khaki's. His black hair was greying, so you could tell he was getting on in is age.

"What?" I said, harshly. I hated being interrupted by people who think they know best, i.e. Adults.

"You need to get out of here!" He yelled, obviously not someone who should work with kids.

"Make me!" I screamed back. When the old man didn't reply, I decided to see how far I could test his patience. "Who are you anyway?"

"W-WHO AM I?" He shouted. "I THINK THE QUESTION IS WHO ARE YOU?"

"I'm Rebeca Evers, the best child actress on the planet."I smiled smugly at him.

"I'm Chris McLean, a better actor than you will ever be." He shot me a similar look back.

"Well, DUH! Girls are actresses, not actors."I replied sarcastically. I think that did it. The cup of coffee he had been holding in his hand had burst. His fingers had dug right through the foam cup thing it had been in. I didn't hesitate to do a runner on that part.

When I finally stopped running I found myself in a new part of the massive studio. I was slumped on the floor and when I looked up I saw a sign that read 'infirmary' in bright red letters. At least I didn't have to go far if I had an asthma attack from all the exercise I had just done. I wasn't one for things like that, give me a TV and a video game any day.

I was about to continue moving down the corridor, when I heard a voice come from inside the nurses station. It wasn't just any voice, either. It was Duncan.

"Why would you think I wouldn't want her?" He asked. I crawled across the passage way and pressed my ear against the open door.

"You were a player, a stud. I didn't want to ruin your reputation with a kid." It was mom, and by the sound of her voice, she was crying.

"Court that is ridiculous. I loved you, I still do. I would do anything for you, including help raise our daughter." Duncan paused and sighed before continuing. "Ever since Bex told me she didn't have a father, I kept thinking about what a scum bag, jack-ass, bastard that guy was. Bex is the most adventurous, outgoing, funny, charismatic girl I have ever met. And now, I find out that guy is me."

"If I could turn back the clock, Duncan, I would."

"And do what? Stop us from doing what we did that night? Why would you want to do that? Bex is the best thing that ever happened to you, I can see it in your eye's, Court. You love Bex with all your heart, you wouldn't want to change that." After a long silence, the two of them started talking again.

"So, now what?" Mom asked.

"I don't know. I really don't know." Duncan answered. "We have to tell Bex the truth."

"No, it would crush her!" I took that as my opportunity to get noticed.

"Too late!" I shouted, running into the darkness of the corridor.

"BEX!" I heard my mother calling me, but I kept running.

When I stopped running this time, I was in an abandoned part of the studio Everything was dust covered, but I didn't care. I took a seat on the floor in the corner and started crying. I never cry. But, now my whoe wolrd had chnaged in one converstaion. THAT I WASN'T EVEN APART OF! I found out my idol was really my dad, my mo had lyed to me my whole life and that neither of them were gonna tell me the truth.

A/N: Sorry if it's crap and sounds rushed. I've been out all day and I am now really ill. I wrote this in like the past half-hour. So, again, sorry if it's crap.

Thank you to whoever reviewed, I can't be asked to look it up. Sorry.

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Love, ChloeRhiannonX